Warning and notes: Slash fic, though I think the warnings a little late,
you're past the worst details SO FAR and look you're still here.see it's
not so bad! ^^ (But just wait)
Rating: R (..we know its NC-17)
Pairings: Draco/Harry, eventually Ron/Hermoine and maybe more
Disclaimer: I have no affiliations to J.K Rowlings and her fabulous works, but I'm glad I can borrow them for some fun!
I also own no right to Breakfast at Tiffany's and am just using the movie for reference and not profit.
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Harry's POV~~
I never knew such a wonderful feeling until I woke up embraced by warmth, encircled by the arms of the one I lov-well at least I think I do. Even though I couldn't say it, my heart knew this feeling wouldn't be there if it wasn't true. And that kiss, it was enough, the kiss was a consecration for a new beginning between us. The secret santa will help to I suppose.
For once I had good dreams too. Actually I don't really remember what I dreamt but I know it was sweet. His body looks like it's glowing. A voice in the back of my mind comprehends it's just the way the sun hits him, but I don't feel like meeting with reality right now. Everything about him is pale gold at this moment and then he opens his eyes and the contrast of silver makes him even more beautiful. He's all that expensive jewelry you see in fancy store windows. He's my Breakfast at Tiffany's though I don't remember much from the movie. It's early in the morning, he's definitely what I've always wanted for breakfast, he's expensive, and I still can't help but see him as a jewel. The scenes flash in my eyes from the movie, except the actors are us. I begin remembering my dream from last night, wondering why a muggle movie I watched as a child is now in my head, but I loose the image when I hear his voice.
~*~
"Morning feels nice for once, like I belong, just mnnright..mnnh" Draco whispered drowsily before drifting back to sleep in the comfort of Harry's arms.
** "We don't belong to each other. I wish we did though, but I don't wanna own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. Maybe I just built myself up in a cage and I just keep running into myself. Maybe I'll just get the reds. I hope not." Blinks, realizing he just quoted up the movie in his head. "What have you done to my secret sentimental side Draco?"
He shifted a bit restlessly in Harry's arms as if sensing Harry's doubts though he wasn't conscious. Harry noticed and suddenly had a sweet memory of being sung to as a baby by his mother when he was discontent.
"How do you being such sweet memories into my head? Since we're both a bit restless, maybe I should take the hint."
"Mnn.." Draco sighed in his sleep like he could hear what Harry was suggesting and agreed.
"Hahaha, ok then but I doubt my voice will sound that sweet. What should I sing though?"
Again Harry had another flash from Breakfast at Tiffany's. "Of course, the lullaby."
Harry sat up slowly, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. He cradled Draco in his lap, staring out the window from that lonely hospital room and realized he might not be lonely anymore. He began to sing very softly, slowly remembering more of the song, his voice getting stronger but never less gentle in its tone. "M-M-Moon River, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you're going I'm going your way."
Harry sighed closing his eyes as he continued to sing, "Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end-- waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend, Moon River and me." Draco settled more into Harry's lap finally at peace after their long night. Harry sighed thinking that Draco's eyes were exactly what a moonlit river would be. Harry snuggled Draco closer in his lap, feeling warm and safe for the first time since his parent's deaths. ~~**~~
Draco's POV~~ When I woke up I had remembered dreaming of a male's voice singing to me. I felt so calm, well calmer then I'd been for a while now. Too many things had built up and come so close to crashing down after the damn potion of Snape's. That voice made me feel protected, able to be vulnerable for once in my short life. The song sounded vaguely familiar but I couldn't place it. Music had been a rarity in my house, including lullabies. It seemed strange to trust something so quickly but then again it was just a dream. I never opened my eyes when I first woke, but when I finally did, I couldn't believe my eyes. I was lying or rather cuddled in the arms of my secret desire. The dream flooded back and I realized it was his voice. His lullaby. His body that felt so safe. He was still humming the song softly in his sleep. He was a fallen angel. His golden hair in disarray, such a devil may care look. His eyes were so unlike an angel's, at least from what I would have imagined in a holy being. His eyes held too much to be merely an angel and they could be devilish too. I couldn't see his eyes now though. Oh, and I can't forget that no angel would wrap his arms around me. I decided not to think on that too hard. I'd had it bad enough lately as it was without thinking about my prospects after death. Too many things on my mind and with him so distracting, I couldn't help but drift back to sleep. ~*~ Both boys forgot about the worries of that afternoon and coming night. Their dreams tangled from their potion filled heads but it was all bittersweet at that moment. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
** Breakfast at Tiffany's quotes (e-mail's in my profile if you wanna know about the references, oh and the "reds" are when you're suddenly afraid and you don't know why)
Short and EXTREMELY overdue but I'm working on it. Being in a play among other things is keeping me too busy but I am trying my hardest to work through my writers block and give you the story. I had hoped for more but I figured I owed my readers at least something after so long.
Rating: R (..we know its NC-17)
Pairings: Draco/Harry, eventually Ron/Hermoine and maybe more
Disclaimer: I have no affiliations to J.K Rowlings and her fabulous works, but I'm glad I can borrow them for some fun!
I also own no right to Breakfast at Tiffany's and am just using the movie for reference and not profit.
~~~~~~~~***************************************************************~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
Harry's POV~~
I never knew such a wonderful feeling until I woke up embraced by warmth, encircled by the arms of the one I lov-well at least I think I do. Even though I couldn't say it, my heart knew this feeling wouldn't be there if it wasn't true. And that kiss, it was enough, the kiss was a consecration for a new beginning between us. The secret santa will help to I suppose.
For once I had good dreams too. Actually I don't really remember what I dreamt but I know it was sweet. His body looks like it's glowing. A voice in the back of my mind comprehends it's just the way the sun hits him, but I don't feel like meeting with reality right now. Everything about him is pale gold at this moment and then he opens his eyes and the contrast of silver makes him even more beautiful. He's all that expensive jewelry you see in fancy store windows. He's my Breakfast at Tiffany's though I don't remember much from the movie. It's early in the morning, he's definitely what I've always wanted for breakfast, he's expensive, and I still can't help but see him as a jewel. The scenes flash in my eyes from the movie, except the actors are us. I begin remembering my dream from last night, wondering why a muggle movie I watched as a child is now in my head, but I loose the image when I hear his voice.
~*~
"Morning feels nice for once, like I belong, just mnnright..mnnh" Draco whispered drowsily before drifting back to sleep in the comfort of Harry's arms.
** "We don't belong to each other. I wish we did though, but I don't wanna own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. Maybe I just built myself up in a cage and I just keep running into myself. Maybe I'll just get the reds. I hope not." Blinks, realizing he just quoted up the movie in his head. "What have you done to my secret sentimental side Draco?"
He shifted a bit restlessly in Harry's arms as if sensing Harry's doubts though he wasn't conscious. Harry noticed and suddenly had a sweet memory of being sung to as a baby by his mother when he was discontent.
"How do you being such sweet memories into my head? Since we're both a bit restless, maybe I should take the hint."
"Mnn.." Draco sighed in his sleep like he could hear what Harry was suggesting and agreed.
"Hahaha, ok then but I doubt my voice will sound that sweet. What should I sing though?"
Again Harry had another flash from Breakfast at Tiffany's. "Of course, the lullaby."
Harry sat up slowly, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. He cradled Draco in his lap, staring out the window from that lonely hospital room and realized he might not be lonely anymore. He began to sing very softly, slowly remembering more of the song, his voice getting stronger but never less gentle in its tone. "M-M-Moon River, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you're going I'm going your way."
Harry sighed closing his eyes as he continued to sing, "Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end-- waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend, Moon River and me." Draco settled more into Harry's lap finally at peace after their long night. Harry sighed thinking that Draco's eyes were exactly what a moonlit river would be. Harry snuggled Draco closer in his lap, feeling warm and safe for the first time since his parent's deaths. ~~**~~
Draco's POV~~ When I woke up I had remembered dreaming of a male's voice singing to me. I felt so calm, well calmer then I'd been for a while now. Too many things had built up and come so close to crashing down after the damn potion of Snape's. That voice made me feel protected, able to be vulnerable for once in my short life. The song sounded vaguely familiar but I couldn't place it. Music had been a rarity in my house, including lullabies. It seemed strange to trust something so quickly but then again it was just a dream. I never opened my eyes when I first woke, but when I finally did, I couldn't believe my eyes. I was lying or rather cuddled in the arms of my secret desire. The dream flooded back and I realized it was his voice. His lullaby. His body that felt so safe. He was still humming the song softly in his sleep. He was a fallen angel. His golden hair in disarray, such a devil may care look. His eyes were so unlike an angel's, at least from what I would have imagined in a holy being. His eyes held too much to be merely an angel and they could be devilish too. I couldn't see his eyes now though. Oh, and I can't forget that no angel would wrap his arms around me. I decided not to think on that too hard. I'd had it bad enough lately as it was without thinking about my prospects after death. Too many things on my mind and with him so distracting, I couldn't help but drift back to sleep. ~*~ Both boys forgot about the worries of that afternoon and coming night. Their dreams tangled from their potion filled heads but it was all bittersweet at that moment. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
** Breakfast at Tiffany's quotes (e-mail's in my profile if you wanna know about the references, oh and the "reds" are when you're suddenly afraid and you don't know why)
Short and EXTREMELY overdue but I'm working on it. Being in a play among other things is keeping me too busy but I am trying my hardest to work through my writers block and give you the story. I had hoped for more but I figured I owed my readers at least something after so long.