Regret
by Rice-Ball247
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any affiliated characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
Draco // Harry
He, though keeping his sight amongst the scattered carnations at their feet, could feel the heat of his scrutiny during the few awkward moments that proceeded their carnal joining. He knew of the crumpled, scarlet flowers clutched to his bosom, his hands enfolding them in supplication. Unable to speak, he merely gave his a curt nod once dressed, and turned to leave.
His timidity prevented him from speaking out, and the words he so desperately wished to say pushed past his throat but died upon his tongue. Seeing his broad shoulders, his strong back turned away from him, left only an unrelenting feeling of unease that beat, discordant, with his heart.
The awkwardness that kept him grounded to the spot was lifted for a moment, wherein he had managed to find his voice, and his name lingered in the quiet, tense air between them.
His footsteps faltered, muffled by the soft foliage beneath his feet. In that instant, he felt panic overtake him, seizing reign of his thoughts and of his actions, or rather, lack thereof. Draco did not turn, nor did a word leave his lips. He waited, patiently or impatiently, Harry was unable to tell.
He feared his reaction, were he to admit to him the sudden flood of affection he felt towards him after his innocence had been willingly, and perhaps foolishly, given away. For a long moment, they remained stationary in the stillness. From Harry's eyes, the muscles of Draco's back seemed to be filled with tension, his posture stiff.
His halting footsteps betrayed his trepidation and the inclined ground beneath him seemed to be giving way. Again, Harry paused. And in that instant, when he sensed his hesitation, Draco gritted his teeth and continued on determinedly, ignoring the protests that beat wildly in his chest.
Harry watched as the figure of the man, whom he felt an ardent yearning for, continued his descent. Time seemed to stretch on before he was naught but a minuscule figure on the horizon of his vision, seemingly just out of reach.
He waited a while more until his presence no longer lingered. The scattering of scarlet petals stirred amongst the beech-roots below before they, too, fluttered away down the hill.
A breeze blew gently. Harry sighed.
Rice-Ball247: Sorry if this was so confusing. It's hard to translate het into slash. This was an in-class task I did last year, where we had to finish off the start of a poem, or story, I can't remember. I tried to be very elegant in the way I wrote and I hope it came across as such, and not pompous. Nevertheless, please review and tell me what you think.
I think the original characters were named Paul (Draco) and Miriam (Harry). Or maybe that's just my own mind's making.