*raises a wine-glass of diet coca cola*
Cheers. May this be the first of many slash-tastic drabbles!
AUTHOR NOTE (please read before browsing the chapters): each chapter contains a drabble about a different slash/femmslash pairing. There is no connection between the chapters plot-wise. Warnings and such will be posted at the beginning of each chapter. The rating of the chapters varies from K to M, so I figured it would make sense to sign this story as T rated, and let the readers choose if they want to read the drabbles by writing the rating and pairing at the beginning of each chapter. This was written for the Slash/Femmslash Boot Camp Challenge.
I want to thank my beta for this story, Michy Drarry Shipper, for being such a big help and being tolerant of my babblings. Michy, you're awesome!
Prompt: Damage
Rated: K
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Damage
The damage was done. He could not fix this, no matter how much he wanted to take his words back and drown them in the Black Lake, where the mermaids could brutally tear them to shreds with their teeth.
Draco sat before him, his eyes wide with betrayal as the offensive remarks fired at him by Harry himself sunk in. It was hard to watch, and impossible to stay indifferent when little round tears gathered at the long, almost invisibly blond lashes framing Draco's justly stormy eyes, catching the light and pretending to be diamonds. Harry thought it was very fitting that even Draco's tears would seem to be made of diamonds – he acted like a king already most of the time, believing that he deserved every bit of goodness in the world, and let's not forget his… servants, minions, whatever those two pieces of scum are.
But Draco's kingdom was crumbling to dust around him, walls falling and windows smashing. It was a wonder how he even managed to stand upright and walk away, leaving Harry in the sunny meadow like nothing had happened. Like Harry hadn't just broken his heart into tiny little shards that Draco stepped on as he made his way out, his delicate feet getting pricked by the sharp pieces of ice that were once a warm, beating heart, leaving bloody footprints behind him.
Harry sighed in regret, but the damage was too extensive, too fast. He could not turn back time, so he did the only thing he could do. He left Draco be and started applying damage-control where he could.