"Take All of Me"
Draco sat infront of the mirror, tears runing down his face, smearing the make-up his mum had been force to put on his pale face, but that damn rouge wouldn't come off.
He scrubbed harder with the rough cloth reddening his face.
"If the golden boy could see me now," he mused aloud to his reflection, "But, alas, he's helping the war..." Draco shook his head, his blond hairs falling astray, "and I'm the prisioner of the other side."
"Oh, on the contrary, I can see you fine," a image appeared in the mirror- Harry Potter's reflection replaced his own.
"What in the bloody hell-"
Harry held a finger against his lips and smiled, "Mirror magic, I'm here to rescue you."
"Ah, how quaint," Draco rolled his eyes, "I'm going insane."
"No you're not," Harry's image urged, "let's go!"
"I haven't got my wand!" Draco whispered, hearing footsteps pass.
"I'll buy you a new one," Harry's hand flew out from the image, mercury- like substance surrounded where his hand had come out of, staying around his upper arm.
"Alright, but how-"
"Breath out- it'll help," Harry instructed.
Draco obeyed.
Harry's hand wrapped around Draco's stiff collar as he pulled him through into the mirror, and Draco instictivly took a sharp breath in.
Harry shook his head and pulled Draco's lips to his, taking his air as they flew through a vortex not too unlike a Portkey, but more..magical...
The area around them was a wispy silver with swirls of blue mixed in it as they landed in what was obviously Harry's bedroom.
Draco pulled away, rubbing his lips, "What the hell was that for?"
"To help you from being sick- I told you not to breath in. If I hadn't you'd've choked when you got to the other side and I'd have to resessitate you the muggle way."
"How's that?"
"CPR. Our lips would've met, so it's the same difference," Harry shrugged, "Better than when I had to train."
"Oh, really?" Draco cocked an eyebrow, "Who'd you kiss?"
"Sirius," Harry grinned, "He's pretty good, too."
"Sirius? In't he that escaped prisoner-"
Harry's eyebrows furrowed together, "He's innocent."
"I see..." the blond sounded critical.
"Aren't you suppose to thank me?"
"Sure," Draco pulled Harry closer, kissing him back.
"I'll take that," Harry grinned, panting slightly.
"I'll take that back," Draco licked Harry's kiss-swollen lips.
Harry's grin broadened and gave a thumbs up to a person in the doorway.
"What was that for?" Draco asked.
"Mission accomplished."
"Ah...Where am I?"
"You are at Sirius' house....well our house."
"'Our'?"
"He's my godfather..."
"Ah.." Draco nodded, "Lemme get this straight- my arch rival just saved my ass, quite literally, by taking me away, then once again by kissing me, and he's been living with a exscaped convict-"
"-and the order of the pheonix-"
"-and the legendary order of the pheonix? anything else?"
"This golden boy wants his payment."
"What? I have to pay you?"
Harry leaned foward and endulged in a tender kiss, "That's good enough."
"And I hope this is paid in installments?"
"Fifty a week," Harry grinned coyly, this his expression turned serious, "They didn't do anything to you, did they?"
"Just a few pats on the bum and a few smacks in the head, that's all..." Draco forced a grin and remembered the corset-and-skirt outfit complete with make-up and realized what a mess he was, covered in make up and his hair in need of a trim and gel, "and a few outfits, not much I can't heal with your help."
"Good."
Isis: Should I continue with this? I didn't know whether to make it a one- shot or a long one...
Draco sat infront of the mirror, tears runing down his face, smearing the make-up his mum had been force to put on his pale face, but that damn rouge wouldn't come off.
He scrubbed harder with the rough cloth reddening his face.
"If the golden boy could see me now," he mused aloud to his reflection, "But, alas, he's helping the war..." Draco shook his head, his blond hairs falling astray, "and I'm the prisioner of the other side."
"Oh, on the contrary, I can see you fine," a image appeared in the mirror- Harry Potter's reflection replaced his own.
"What in the bloody hell-"
Harry held a finger against his lips and smiled, "Mirror magic, I'm here to rescue you."
"Ah, how quaint," Draco rolled his eyes, "I'm going insane."
"No you're not," Harry's image urged, "let's go!"
"I haven't got my wand!" Draco whispered, hearing footsteps pass.
"I'll buy you a new one," Harry's hand flew out from the image, mercury- like substance surrounded where his hand had come out of, staying around his upper arm.
"Alright, but how-"
"Breath out- it'll help," Harry instructed.
Draco obeyed.
Harry's hand wrapped around Draco's stiff collar as he pulled him through into the mirror, and Draco instictivly took a sharp breath in.
Harry shook his head and pulled Draco's lips to his, taking his air as they flew through a vortex not too unlike a Portkey, but more..magical...
The area around them was a wispy silver with swirls of blue mixed in it as they landed in what was obviously Harry's bedroom.
Draco pulled away, rubbing his lips, "What the hell was that for?"
"To help you from being sick- I told you not to breath in. If I hadn't you'd've choked when you got to the other side and I'd have to resessitate you the muggle way."
"How's that?"
"CPR. Our lips would've met, so it's the same difference," Harry shrugged, "Better than when I had to train."
"Oh, really?" Draco cocked an eyebrow, "Who'd you kiss?"
"Sirius," Harry grinned, "He's pretty good, too."
"Sirius? In't he that escaped prisoner-"
Harry's eyebrows furrowed together, "He's innocent."
"I see..." the blond sounded critical.
"Aren't you suppose to thank me?"
"Sure," Draco pulled Harry closer, kissing him back.
"I'll take that," Harry grinned, panting slightly.
"I'll take that back," Draco licked Harry's kiss-swollen lips.
Harry's grin broadened and gave a thumbs up to a person in the doorway.
"What was that for?" Draco asked.
"Mission accomplished."
"Ah...Where am I?"
"You are at Sirius' house....well our house."
"'Our'?"
"He's my godfather..."
"Ah.." Draco nodded, "Lemme get this straight- my arch rival just saved my ass, quite literally, by taking me away, then once again by kissing me, and he's been living with a exscaped convict-"
"-and the order of the pheonix-"
"-and the legendary order of the pheonix? anything else?"
"This golden boy wants his payment."
"What? I have to pay you?"
Harry leaned foward and endulged in a tender kiss, "That's good enough."
"And I hope this is paid in installments?"
"Fifty a week," Harry grinned coyly, this his expression turned serious, "They didn't do anything to you, did they?"
"Just a few pats on the bum and a few smacks in the head, that's all..." Draco forced a grin and remembered the corset-and-skirt outfit complete with make-up and realized what a mess he was, covered in make up and his hair in need of a trim and gel, "and a few outfits, not much I can't heal with your help."
"Good."
Isis: Should I continue with this? I didn't know whether to make it a one- shot or a long one...