Title: Unspoken
Author name and e-mail: mistykasumi at SeducerofFantasy@hotmail.com
Pairing: Blaise/Draco
Summary: Blaise and Draco were never good with emotions, and they merely did. For the 15minuteficlets challenge.
Rating: R
Category: General/Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters and objects. They belong to J. K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Inc., Warner Bros, and anyone else with copyrights. I only own the plot of this story and any original items, characters, spells, and any other original objects not found in any of the published HP books (including the two minis).
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Unspoken
Neither Blaise or Draco were ever good with emotions. They were bright, geniuses even, but neither knew anything about emotions. Having been taught to put up a façade at birth, neither boy ever learned how to feel.
Before Hogwarts, they often companioned each other. Blaise and Draco were not regular boys. Whereas other boys of their age played Quidditch and climbed trees, Draco and Blaise sat across from each other, playing chess. Whereas other boys were shown emotion, Blaise and Draco knew nothing about affection or love or even anger. They were perfect, malleable, hollow, stone statues.
During adolescence, once, Blaise had walked into a bathroom while Draco was doing that, and somehow, his own hand joined Draco's and helped him, and when Draco came with a low moan, he felt something…something he could not describe, something he had never felt before in all his life.
Both attributed subsequent encounters to teenage experimentation, and soon, it became kissing and sucking and licking and tighthotwet heat. Blaise and Draco did not share, did not tell, merely did. And neither ever thought to explore their emotions, the ones that surfaced when they bit and scratched and clawed and thrust.
At the age of nineteen, the excuse of teenage experimentation was no longer plausible, but Blaise and Draco, stubborn as they were, would not accept any other explanation. They slept together during Death Eater missions, took the same bed and gave each other a warrior's tribute.
When Blaise left the Death Eaters two years later, he did not say good-bye to Draco. He merely took his prized possessions and disappeared from Britain completely. No one could find him, not even Voldemort.
And during the long nights, sleeping in an empty bed, Blaise's departure forced both of them to think, to wonder…if maybe it was the one thing they hated above all else?
The war ended three years later, and Blaise came back to a grim and war-hardened population. The Auror who examined the passengers had dirty blond hair and cold, hard grey eyes, but Blaise knew who he was.
And when Draco turned to look at Blaise, they both came to the same conclusion. The two looked at each other, merely stared at each other, before Blaise offered his hand. And Draco took it.