Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just this little plot bunny.
Warning: Mild SLASH
Summary: Excerpt from Who's There To Save The Hero, one of my other fics. Barty vents his jealousy after the Yule Ball and Harry asks for just one thing.
December 7th:
Just One Thing
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"Merlin, seeing you dancing with that Malfoy boy, nearly drove me crazy. I could have blown my cover right then and there," Barty breathed in Harry's ear as he pulled the teen towards him, wishing he could do more than just hold him but unwilling to break such a strict rule he had placed for himself.
"I want you so much right now," Harry replied clinging to the man he was slowly falling in love with, ever since he'd first met him at the Quidditch World Cup.
"I'm sorry I can't give you what you want," Barty murmured, burying his face in Harry's neck, truly sorry that he was hurting Harry by not giving in to the feelings they had for each other.
"It's okay I love you even more for it, for wanting to protect my innocence," Harry replied.
"Sorry, what was that you just said?"
"Protecting my innocence?"
"No, before that, you said you loved me,"
"That's because I do," Harry stated, leaning back so he could look at Barty.
"I love you too," He whispered.
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"Barty?"
"Hmm?"
"You know how it's Christmas and everything,"
"I had noticed,"
"Can I ask you for just one thing?"
"Anything, Harry."
"Kiss me?"
Barty looked at the teen now sat beside him on the sofa and knew he couldn't deny those green eyes a thing. Leaning in he placed his lips atop Harry's for a few seconds before pulling away again.
"You should probably be going before the Weasels and that insufferable know-it-all begin to wonder where you are," Barty said after a while.
"Let's not forget the smug blond git," Harry stated with a laugh.
"Indeed," Barty mumbled as he stood to see Harry out.
"Oh, and Harry," He stated as they neared the door.
"Hmm?" Harry replied turning to look at Barty.
"Merry Christmas," He whispered placing a soft, chaste kiss on Harry's lips before all but shoving Harry out of his private rooms.
So this was supposed to be posted on the seventh but I've just had literally no time to go on my laptop for a while and I still hadn't actually written anything for these past few days so sorry it's so late. I hope you enjoy it anyway. Please note that not all of these will be date specific as you can tell this is set on the night of the Yule Ball which I think was Christmas Eve but I don't remember right now. Comments and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
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