I needed a break from my other story so I decided to write a romance. haha.
oh boy and I was so sure I wouldn't coz I'm so not into sweet stuff. But
heck it, since I'm in the mood. It'll be a one-off thing... unless I go
crazy again.
Inspiration for this story comes from the weather outside at the moment. It's sweltering and it's only may. geez, give us a break up there will ya?
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It was in the heart of summer and Draco could feel the walls closing in on him, the stone radiating off almost visible waves of oppressive heat. The dungeons are supposed to be cooler dammit. His robes were alternately trapping heat in their vast folds or clinging to his skin. The air was thick and dense on his skin and the humidity was making his hair curl.
Oh, of all the indignities.
But he was much too hot to bother with hair gel. His hair felt limp and heavy enough as it was, he noted, as he irritably pushed back the wayward strands that fell into his eyes. They presently fell back again.
"Draco?"
"What!" He practically screeched at the unfortunate boy.
"Why don't you change into something more comfortable?" answered Blaise coolly, eyeing the standard black school robes, "It's a Saturday, you know."
Draco gave a petulant sigh and shifted restlessly on the armchair, throwing his leg over the side. He cast another cooling spell, but it seemed to dissipate within seconds, leaving him even hotter than before. He lasted a few moments on the armchair before yelling in irritation and jumping up. The black leather gave an rude suction sound where bare skin was pulled away. He grimaced and gave the armchair a vicious kick before plopping down on the floor panting, exhausted by the effort. Unfortunately, there wasn't a cool spot on the extensive carpeting either and the air down there was even more suffocating.
The other Slytherins eyed the blond hair boy warily and edged away.
"It won't kill you to wear something else." Blaise continued, unfazed by his friend's ill humour.
Draco snarled waspishly, not wanting to move but heat was sweltering and his robes were beginning to stick to his back where he laid on the carpet. He felt like ripping them off.
Malfoy's must keep up appearances, he halfheartedly reminded himself.
He peeled himself from the ground, smoothing the creases of his robes almost unconsciously. He paced the room, causing his housemates to flinch when he drew near. He fingered chairs, the stone walls, tables, quills, ribbons and chess pieces. Then suddenly deciding to ditch the robes, ducked into the dorms.
There was hardly anything to wear. There were robes: silk, tweed (huh? gross.), cotton, satin, velvet (erg), lycra (where did that come from?), fur, but they were hardly suitable. He dug deeper into the trunk. Long pants, dress shirts, leather. Argh! He flung all his clothes at the walls and stormed out.
The house elves would take care of the mess. He thought guiltily of a certain raven haired beauty who would disapprove of his childlish behaviour but dismissed the thought as the heat smouldered in his robes.
The simultaneous sigh of relief from his housemates was immediate as Draco stormed out of the common room.
"I really don't envy Potter." said Pansy, stretching her legs onto the table and adjusting her denim skirt.
"He's got his work cut out for him this time, you know how Draco can get when he's hot." Blaise replied nonchalantly, barely glancing at Pansy's blatant display, "I almost feel sorry for Potter."
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Harry barely had time to register a familiar voice screech out, "Watch it!" before the collision.
"Draco. It's me." Harry gave a lopsided grin at the blond who was currently resting on top of him. "So why are you here? Did you miss me that much?"
"I lost my way, Potter." Draco spat out, then immediately regretted his churlishness when he saw a flicker of hurt in his lover's eyes.
Harry hid the sting of the words quickly and replied with practiced carelessness, "Where were you going?"
Draco bit his lip in irritation, the heat from the other boy was making him squirm, it was hot enough as it was.
"Somewhere cooler." He replied peevishly and heaved himself to a standing position.
"Want me to go with you? We could go swim in the lake or..."
"Just leave it Potter, I'm really in no mood for you now." He said exasperated.
"You're not in the mood for me?" Harry's eyes flashed dangerously, but Draco was too occupied with arranging his robes to notice. "I'm not a toy that you can play with and put aside any time you want."
"Shut it Potter. It's too hot for this." Draco said crossly.
"Too hot?" Harry spluttered, "I'm tired of this Draco, whenever I want to talk about us, you're too tired, or it'll spoil the mood, or it's not the place, now you're saying it's too hot. You're always making up excuses. When will you have time for me? For us? I'm tired of trying to make you happy all the time. You're so hard to please dammit."
Draco shifted his frame in the bulky robes, fretfully adjusting the high collar. He shot back venomously, "It's not as if you do a good job at it."
"I..."
"Go away Potter."
"At least I try." Harry replied quietly. "I tried to make it work. Maybe everyone's right. Maybe we weren't meant for each other.
"Why do you care anyway?" Draco sneered, unable to help himself even though he could feel his heart aching at the shimmer of tears in those jewel like eyes.
"I don't know." Harry replied coldly, as if suddenly realising something. "I really don't know."
Draco gaped as Harry walked away from him then.
No one turns their back on a Malfoy!
Suddenly he wasn't so warm anymore, on the contrary, the moment Harry said those words he felt a chill go up his spine, icy fingers passing over one vertebrae at a time. Shocks of cold pierced his heart. He was powerless to follow the lithe frame of the other boy, frozen in place.
He shivered.
TBC
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Please R&R
Inspiration for this story comes from the weather outside at the moment. It's sweltering and it's only may. geez, give us a break up there will ya?
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It was in the heart of summer and Draco could feel the walls closing in on him, the stone radiating off almost visible waves of oppressive heat. The dungeons are supposed to be cooler dammit. His robes were alternately trapping heat in their vast folds or clinging to his skin. The air was thick and dense on his skin and the humidity was making his hair curl.
Oh, of all the indignities.
But he was much too hot to bother with hair gel. His hair felt limp and heavy enough as it was, he noted, as he irritably pushed back the wayward strands that fell into his eyes. They presently fell back again.
"Draco?"
"What!" He practically screeched at the unfortunate boy.
"Why don't you change into something more comfortable?" answered Blaise coolly, eyeing the standard black school robes, "It's a Saturday, you know."
Draco gave a petulant sigh and shifted restlessly on the armchair, throwing his leg over the side. He cast another cooling spell, but it seemed to dissipate within seconds, leaving him even hotter than before. He lasted a few moments on the armchair before yelling in irritation and jumping up. The black leather gave an rude suction sound where bare skin was pulled away. He grimaced and gave the armchair a vicious kick before plopping down on the floor panting, exhausted by the effort. Unfortunately, there wasn't a cool spot on the extensive carpeting either and the air down there was even more suffocating.
The other Slytherins eyed the blond hair boy warily and edged away.
"It won't kill you to wear something else." Blaise continued, unfazed by his friend's ill humour.
Draco snarled waspishly, not wanting to move but heat was sweltering and his robes were beginning to stick to his back where he laid on the carpet. He felt like ripping them off.
Malfoy's must keep up appearances, he halfheartedly reminded himself.
He peeled himself from the ground, smoothing the creases of his robes almost unconsciously. He paced the room, causing his housemates to flinch when he drew near. He fingered chairs, the stone walls, tables, quills, ribbons and chess pieces. Then suddenly deciding to ditch the robes, ducked into the dorms.
There was hardly anything to wear. There were robes: silk, tweed (huh? gross.), cotton, satin, velvet (erg), lycra (where did that come from?), fur, but they were hardly suitable. He dug deeper into the trunk. Long pants, dress shirts, leather. Argh! He flung all his clothes at the walls and stormed out.
The house elves would take care of the mess. He thought guiltily of a certain raven haired beauty who would disapprove of his childlish behaviour but dismissed the thought as the heat smouldered in his robes.
The simultaneous sigh of relief from his housemates was immediate as Draco stormed out of the common room.
"I really don't envy Potter." said Pansy, stretching her legs onto the table and adjusting her denim skirt.
"He's got his work cut out for him this time, you know how Draco can get when he's hot." Blaise replied nonchalantly, barely glancing at Pansy's blatant display, "I almost feel sorry for Potter."
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Harry barely had time to register a familiar voice screech out, "Watch it!" before the collision.
"Draco. It's me." Harry gave a lopsided grin at the blond who was currently resting on top of him. "So why are you here? Did you miss me that much?"
"I lost my way, Potter." Draco spat out, then immediately regretted his churlishness when he saw a flicker of hurt in his lover's eyes.
Harry hid the sting of the words quickly and replied with practiced carelessness, "Where were you going?"
Draco bit his lip in irritation, the heat from the other boy was making him squirm, it was hot enough as it was.
"Somewhere cooler." He replied peevishly and heaved himself to a standing position.
"Want me to go with you? We could go swim in the lake or..."
"Just leave it Potter, I'm really in no mood for you now." He said exasperated.
"You're not in the mood for me?" Harry's eyes flashed dangerously, but Draco was too occupied with arranging his robes to notice. "I'm not a toy that you can play with and put aside any time you want."
"Shut it Potter. It's too hot for this." Draco said crossly.
"Too hot?" Harry spluttered, "I'm tired of this Draco, whenever I want to talk about us, you're too tired, or it'll spoil the mood, or it's not the place, now you're saying it's too hot. You're always making up excuses. When will you have time for me? For us? I'm tired of trying to make you happy all the time. You're so hard to please dammit."
Draco shifted his frame in the bulky robes, fretfully adjusting the high collar. He shot back venomously, "It's not as if you do a good job at it."
"I..."
"Go away Potter."
"At least I try." Harry replied quietly. "I tried to make it work. Maybe everyone's right. Maybe we weren't meant for each other.
"Why do you care anyway?" Draco sneered, unable to help himself even though he could feel his heart aching at the shimmer of tears in those jewel like eyes.
"I don't know." Harry replied coldly, as if suddenly realising something. "I really don't know."
Draco gaped as Harry walked away from him then.
No one turns their back on a Malfoy!
Suddenly he wasn't so warm anymore, on the contrary, the moment Harry said those words he felt a chill go up his spine, icy fingers passing over one vertebrae at a time. Shocks of cold pierced his heart. He was powerless to follow the lithe frame of the other boy, frozen in place.
He shivered.
TBC
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Please R&R
