To the Moon and Back
"The moon."
"That's right. I want the moon."
It was first believed to be an innocent postulation.
The fair-haired boy smirked and pinched the brunette's top flannel garment with his thumb and index finger as the request presently became a challenge. As if without force, the scanter found himself directed closer. The fragrance of day's old Parisian cologne and city life could be detected in a single, perceptive inhale from where the azure-eyed boy stood. The gaze they shared could not be broken.
"Then I'll give you the moon, Potter."
Malfoy's sound gave this sort of a rustle, which dispatched ice down the opposite's backbone. However, this did not sustain the Potter boy to question the other's possible fidelity. "How," he requested under his breath: the only thing he could currently manage.
The simper did not even faintly vanish from the other's lips and the scoff was inaudible, though it could be felt with each whispered word. He spoke as if his response was beyond doubt. "I'll tie a lasso 'round it."
There was a quiet between the two that was extensively drawn-out. But now it was the Chosen One's turn to mock the other with his corpulent smirk and implied jeer. It tinged the other's eardrums. He felt like he had just been bullied.
"I don't see what you find to be so amusing, Potter. If you don't think I'd tie a lasso 'round the-"
"You wouldn't and you can't, Malfoy." The second derision felt cumbersome on Malfoy's breast.
"Really now... really now... How much you want'a bet."
This began to give the conflict a little more substance to Harry, so much that it was thought this could get impressively riveting. The Gryffindor boy contemplated the valuable items he had tucked away in spots not even Ron or Hermione knew about. None of them appeared to be worth betting on... this for. But he knew there just simply had to be something suitable to offer as a bet for this occasion. He wasn't going down without a fight.
Harry's contemplation was tangible in the atmosphere.
"I'll bet my heart on it."
A sort of graceless silence arose from the last spoken syllable of Potter's words. Somehow, the other could not understand how the words 'bet' and 'my' and 'heart' could have slurred out from his previous rival's lips.
Potter tried to conceal his flourishing insecurity.
"D-don't look dumb, Malfoy. Bloody he- You heard what I said."
Harry wasn't supposed to be a witness of the now-undeniable smirk spread across Malfoy's face. His smirk was supposed to be kept within him. A secret known only to himself. But the irrefutable feeling turned into a grin which turned into the words the boy chose next.
"Your heart's gonna be mine, Potter."
A/N: So, if you haven't guessed already, this is a DracoxHarry parody of a scene from It's a Wonderful Life when George is just starting to fall for Mary (I believe. I apologize if I'm wrong D:) Hope you enjoy. :D
May or may not be continued.
Whyohwhy do I have such a difficult time continuing stories. D: Le sigh.
I lovelovelove reviews!1!111!1 Each of you would get a tiny piece of the moon if I could do that. Well maybe not because the moon wouldn't like that very much. I would make an exact duplicate of a piece of the moon for each of you then! Hurray! ;D