HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MEXX!
//This was why he still did it.//
TITLE: Close Your Eyes
AUTHOR: Leni
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. If they were mine just for today I'd
give them to angelic_mexx. *smooch* HB girl!!!!
SUMMARY: Draco will not sleep.
PAIRINGS: H/D
TIMELINE: Future
FEEDBACK: Enjoyed.
DEDICATION: To Mexx, because she is Mexx and today is her
Bday. *hugs* Enjoy this day, dear!
***
He didn't even know why he still did it.
It's always the same when he was with Harry. After his lover
fell asleep, he'd stay awake all night, just listening to his
breathing.
How had it came to this? It certainly wasn't supposed to
happen.
First it was because he feared the sky would fall down. He and
Harry? Together? Fate had to be laughing.
But the sky stayed up and no Apocalypses knocked his door.
Then because he couldn't believe Harry could be so comfortable
in his bed. Was this some kind of joke? Some strange revenge
Harry had conceived in which he also got some good sex?
But Harry said this was special, and Draco eventually believed
him.
After that, Draco stayed awake because he liked watching
Harry. Just see how his chest came up and down with each
breath. Sometimes he liked passing his fingers over his
lover's skin, just slowly and so very carefully caress the
sleeping body.
He knew Harry was a light sleeper, and tried always not to
disturb him but, if he had to be truthful, he liked it more
when he awoke.
It'd been almost a year now...
Hermione still teased them that they should thank her purse
for their union.
It had begun innocently enough, just a chance encounter in the
best restaurant in Italy. He had been calmly standing at the
door, waiting for his table, when he noticed them. Harry had
been accompanied by Hermione Granger, best
friend-girlfriend-best friend again, both laughing at
something she had said. They had calmly walked past him, not
even noticing his presence.
Then the redhead had gasped and run back into the restaurant.
Harry, of course, had run after her. Somehow his reflexes
hadn't worked and he'd bumped right into Draco, sending them
both crashing to the floor.
A wide-eye and mouth hanging Harry had finally recognised him
and begun apologising. When Hermione had came back with her
purse she'd found them staring at the floor, the silence
between them growing uncomfortable.
As always Hermione had taking charge of the situation, quickly
explained that it was her birthday and that Harry - insert big
sparkling eyes here - had invited her to Francesco's. Somehow,
by the time the maitre had come to take him to his table, she
had already asked him to assist to her birthday party the next
day, even given him the directions to her apartment.
He remembered thinking that Hermione was too polite for her
own good. Why would she want a Malfoy lurking at her party?
Didn't she remember how they hated each other less than ten
years ago? He had just smiled and said he'd think about it,
but that probably his many appointments wouldn't let him go.
The three had said goodbye quickly and he'd watched as
Hermione and Harry departed together, their arms familiarly
linked.
Ironically, he didn't have anything to do that next day and,
after carefully weighting the pros and cons, he'd dressed and
headed for Hermione's party. After all, if the girl had
invited him, she better deal with the consequences and if, as
he guessed, she'd only done it out of politeness, well... she
better deal with that too.
He didn't remember much from what happened after he crossed
the threshold. The quiet reunion he'd expected from calm,
mousy Hermione hadn't been quiet at all. He later learned that
it had fell on Ron to organise it, and so the liquor
(everything from the Wizard and Muggle worlds) had run free.
Apparently, and here he quoted Ron, 'reaching 25 is a damn
good reason for 'Mione to 'get wild' for at least one fucking
night.'. That was the last thing he remembered clearly,
because then Ron had given him the evil eye... Yes, he really
had. The Evil Eye was a combination patented by the Weasley
twins, prepared especially to make someone completely drunk
with the first glass.
It seemed that Ron still held some issues against him.
Draco smiled, if that was the idea Harry's best friend had of
revenge it had backfired, a lot.
The next he remembered was waking up in a bed three stories
up, in a strange bed and with Harry breathing over his
shoulder blade.
Things had mysteriously developed from there. Some things had
been good, and 99.9% of them included Harry and him together.
Some things had... not. Ron's and Hermione's mistrustful
looks, and Ginny, shaking and tear-eyed on *his* doorstep,
came to mind easily... Thank God things had smoothed over,
Draco doubted Harry would still be with him if not for his
friends' reluctant (Ron's), tacit (Hermione's) support.
Or would he---
"Mmmmm... Draco?"
He didn't say a word, waiting for Harry to go back to sleep.
"Draco, I know you're awake. Nobody is snoring."
Draco huffed, "I do not snore!"
"'Course you do. Now go back to sleep, you move too much when
you're awake."
"But I---"
"Go. Back. To. Sleep. I had a busy day and I'm tired."
"Too tired?" Draco asked with a grin, trying unsuccessfully to
smother his enthusiasm.
Harry opened his eyes and stared at Draco. "As tempting as
your proposal is, I gotta get up early." He stretched over and
kissed his lips. "Now back to sleep, you grown owl."
"Okay," Draco answered, somewhat miffed by Harry's refusal.
Of course, he didn't plan to sleep. If that Seeker thought he
could order him around, he was very much mistaken. Besides,
Draco didn't have an appointment until past midday, he could
stay up all night if he so desired and no green-eyed,
black-haired lover would convince him otherwise.
Fifteen minutes later:
"Draco? You're still awake?" Harry sighed.
Silence.
Strong arms managed to go around Draco's torso. "I'll be here
when you wake up, love. I promise."
Draco smiled in the darkness.
This was why he still did it.
It was their own little scripted play, and he enjoyed hearing
Harry say those words every night.
Draco closed his eyes, feeling Harry's arms go slack around
him, and fell asleep too.
The End
23/08/03
Comments, corrections and death-threats happily welcomed. Leni
Leni's Notes:
a) Mexx, I hope you liked it. You said 'fluffy', and so I did
fluff... ;)
b) I tried, I really tried to write Draco. But the darling boy
is *difficult* to write. This story is actually the fourth
Draco-attempt, with a little of #2 and #5.
c) This is not only my first published HP (the first written
in this fandom was the one I actually meant for Mexx, until
she told me she wanted Draco in her H/Dfic. *g*) but also my
first m/m. So, try to forgive me if you don't like it.
d) Yes, I do know it's somewhat ironic that Close Your Eyes is
the title for a HPfic. But, the phrase holds a deep
significance for little B/Aer me, and... it fit this story.
e) Many thanks to Sharon and Lucey who helped me write HP with
their support. *hugs* I love you girls! (ETA: To Yseult,
too... I just read her nice, supportive answer to my rant.
*smooches Yseult*)
//This was why he still did it.//
TITLE: Close Your Eyes
AUTHOR: Leni
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. If they were mine just for today I'd
give them to angelic_mexx. *smooch* HB girl!!!!
SUMMARY: Draco will not sleep.
PAIRINGS: H/D
TIMELINE: Future
FEEDBACK: Enjoyed.
DEDICATION: To Mexx, because she is Mexx and today is her
Bday. *hugs* Enjoy this day, dear!
***
He didn't even know why he still did it.
It's always the same when he was with Harry. After his lover
fell asleep, he'd stay awake all night, just listening to his
breathing.
How had it came to this? It certainly wasn't supposed to
happen.
First it was because he feared the sky would fall down. He and
Harry? Together? Fate had to be laughing.
But the sky stayed up and no Apocalypses knocked his door.
Then because he couldn't believe Harry could be so comfortable
in his bed. Was this some kind of joke? Some strange revenge
Harry had conceived in which he also got some good sex?
But Harry said this was special, and Draco eventually believed
him.
After that, Draco stayed awake because he liked watching
Harry. Just see how his chest came up and down with each
breath. Sometimes he liked passing his fingers over his
lover's skin, just slowly and so very carefully caress the
sleeping body.
He knew Harry was a light sleeper, and tried always not to
disturb him but, if he had to be truthful, he liked it more
when he awoke.
It'd been almost a year now...
Hermione still teased them that they should thank her purse
for their union.
It had begun innocently enough, just a chance encounter in the
best restaurant in Italy. He had been calmly standing at the
door, waiting for his table, when he noticed them. Harry had
been accompanied by Hermione Granger, best
friend-girlfriend-best friend again, both laughing at
something she had said. They had calmly walked past him, not
even noticing his presence.
Then the redhead had gasped and run back into the restaurant.
Harry, of course, had run after her. Somehow his reflexes
hadn't worked and he'd bumped right into Draco, sending them
both crashing to the floor.
A wide-eye and mouth hanging Harry had finally recognised him
and begun apologising. When Hermione had came back with her
purse she'd found them staring at the floor, the silence
between them growing uncomfortable.
As always Hermione had taking charge of the situation, quickly
explained that it was her birthday and that Harry - insert big
sparkling eyes here - had invited her to Francesco's. Somehow,
by the time the maitre had come to take him to his table, she
had already asked him to assist to her birthday party the next
day, even given him the directions to her apartment.
He remembered thinking that Hermione was too polite for her
own good. Why would she want a Malfoy lurking at her party?
Didn't she remember how they hated each other less than ten
years ago? He had just smiled and said he'd think about it,
but that probably his many appointments wouldn't let him go.
The three had said goodbye quickly and he'd watched as
Hermione and Harry departed together, their arms familiarly
linked.
Ironically, he didn't have anything to do that next day and,
after carefully weighting the pros and cons, he'd dressed and
headed for Hermione's party. After all, if the girl had
invited him, she better deal with the consequences and if, as
he guessed, she'd only done it out of politeness, well... she
better deal with that too.
He didn't remember much from what happened after he crossed
the threshold. The quiet reunion he'd expected from calm,
mousy Hermione hadn't been quiet at all. He later learned that
it had fell on Ron to organise it, and so the liquor
(everything from the Wizard and Muggle worlds) had run free.
Apparently, and here he quoted Ron, 'reaching 25 is a damn
good reason for 'Mione to 'get wild' for at least one fucking
night.'. That was the last thing he remembered clearly,
because then Ron had given him the evil eye... Yes, he really
had. The Evil Eye was a combination patented by the Weasley
twins, prepared especially to make someone completely drunk
with the first glass.
It seemed that Ron still held some issues against him.
Draco smiled, if that was the idea Harry's best friend had of
revenge it had backfired, a lot.
The next he remembered was waking up in a bed three stories
up, in a strange bed and with Harry breathing over his
shoulder blade.
Things had mysteriously developed from there. Some things had
been good, and 99.9% of them included Harry and him together.
Some things had... not. Ron's and Hermione's mistrustful
looks, and Ginny, shaking and tear-eyed on *his* doorstep,
came to mind easily... Thank God things had smoothed over,
Draco doubted Harry would still be with him if not for his
friends' reluctant (Ron's), tacit (Hermione's) support.
Or would he---
"Mmmmm... Draco?"
He didn't say a word, waiting for Harry to go back to sleep.
"Draco, I know you're awake. Nobody is snoring."
Draco huffed, "I do not snore!"
"'Course you do. Now go back to sleep, you move too much when
you're awake."
"But I---"
"Go. Back. To. Sleep. I had a busy day and I'm tired."
"Too tired?" Draco asked with a grin, trying unsuccessfully to
smother his enthusiasm.
Harry opened his eyes and stared at Draco. "As tempting as
your proposal is, I gotta get up early." He stretched over and
kissed his lips. "Now back to sleep, you grown owl."
"Okay," Draco answered, somewhat miffed by Harry's refusal.
Of course, he didn't plan to sleep. If that Seeker thought he
could order him around, he was very much mistaken. Besides,
Draco didn't have an appointment until past midday, he could
stay up all night if he so desired and no green-eyed,
black-haired lover would convince him otherwise.
Fifteen minutes later:
"Draco? You're still awake?" Harry sighed.
Silence.
Strong arms managed to go around Draco's torso. "I'll be here
when you wake up, love. I promise."
Draco smiled in the darkness.
This was why he still did it.
It was their own little scripted play, and he enjoyed hearing
Harry say those words every night.
Draco closed his eyes, feeling Harry's arms go slack around
him, and fell asleep too.
The End
23/08/03
Comments, corrections and death-threats happily welcomed. Leni
Leni's Notes:
a) Mexx, I hope you liked it. You said 'fluffy', and so I did
fluff... ;)
b) I tried, I really tried to write Draco. But the darling boy
is *difficult* to write. This story is actually the fourth
Draco-attempt, with a little of #2 and #5.
c) This is not only my first published HP (the first written
in this fandom was the one I actually meant for Mexx, until
she told me she wanted Draco in her H/Dfic. *g*) but also my
first m/m. So, try to forgive me if you don't like it.
d) Yes, I do know it's somewhat ironic that Close Your Eyes is
the title for a HPfic. But, the phrase holds a deep
significance for little B/Aer me, and... it fit this story.
e) Many thanks to Sharon and Lucey who helped me write HP with
their support. *hugs* I love you girls! (ETA: To Yseult,
too... I just read her nice, supportive answer to my rant.
*smooches Yseult*)