Title: Christmas Dreaming
warnings: male x male
Chapter 2
Draco stood in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin Common Room, nose wrinkling at the faint sounds of howling from the seventh year domitories. Blaise would have to date a screamer and not some quiet moaner. He grabbed a handful of floo powder as another guttural yell split through the otherwise deserted Tower. Draco grimaced. He wasn't sticking around any longer even if he showed up a early. He stepped inside the hearth and flooed himself to Malfoy Manor.
He sneezed the second he tumbled out onto the floor, glaring hatefully behind him. "Draco, you're early." Draco mustered his dignity and dusted his clothes free of the grime that had settled onto his otherwise immaculately clean attire. Lucius Malfoy, who's appearance hadn't changed at all since his school days with the addition of a grotesque glow that constantly surrounded him due to his extreme love for Charlie.
"Five minutes isn't much!" Draco snapped, frustrated. "I am going to my rooms and I expect NOONE to bother me. Dont even send an elf to get me for dinner. I'll eat later when those annoying idiots are all sleeping!"
Lucius glared. "You will refrain from yelling at me in my own home, Draco. I could have easily left you at Hogwart's and not invited you home for the holidays." A fake smile curled his lips. "And you're not going to be alone, exactly. I'm afraid that there are no more bedrooms free and so, Potter, will be in your chambers."
"What did you say?" Draco's voice was dangerously low.
"You heard me. The elves have already cleared space for Potter." Draco scoffed and turned on his heel, about to exit the reception room when his father's sibilant voice sent him into more of a fury. "Oh, and you will be coming down for dinner and you will be on your best behavior."
"You fucking bastard," Draco hissed under his breath. He irritably tore the garland of pine twigs and holly from the grand staircase. He glared at the numerous adornments lining the corridors. That stupid Weasley must have convinced his father that decorations were a must for the holiday season. They were gaudy and Draco's heart clenched. They weren't his mother's. He kept his wail of suffering at bay and the tears were blinked aside. So, his father was trying to forget her...
He slammed the french doors to his room shut, the glass panes rattling. He came to an abrupt pause. "What. The. Hell?" His previously perfect room without any sort of disgusting Christmas ornaments, garland, or colors. The silver and green combination that had dominated were replaced by white, red, and green. A minature fir tree was littered with Chinese ornaments, garland was around the cieling and his huge, king size bed. Other garish decorations nearly caused Draco to lose his lunch.
Oh, but that wasn't all. There were suitcases already laying on the floor on the left side of Draco's bed-the side he rarely moved to because he didn't wriggle in his sleep. Draco groaned. That meant that Lucius hadn't been lieing. It really was Potter's belongings.
"Um..." That voice! Draco whirled and glared angrily at Harry Potter. "I...Lucius told me that I should come up here and that you already knew so you wouldn't make much of a fuss...yeah..." Harry felt as if those glowwers were hexes, he would have been dead a hundred times over.
"What did you do to piss my father off?!!!" Draco shoved him against the wall. "Why would he have done this?"
"You're hurting me!" Harry protested to the tight hold on Draco's wrist. Harry hoped that Draco wouldn't say anything else, that he couldn't feel the rough, bandages taping his thin wrists from when he'd had a nervous breakdown a few weeks earlier and tried to kill himself. It wouldn't bode well for Draco Malfoy, his rival, to find out that he was actually insecure, lonely, and depressed.
"Oh, I am, am I?" Draco sneered. "Didn't know you were that weak." He narrowed his eyes at Harry, seeing the emerald oculates fill with sudden terror. Draco furrowed his brows. Potter was....scared of him? Since when? They didn't have many actual fights since Voldemort was defeated and even before, they hadn't been exactly violent. So why now was Potter acting this way? Why did he even give a damn? Draco removed his hands and sank back onto his heels. "I expect you to keep out of my way. You stay on your side of the bed, you take your baths after mine, and I think we'll not murder each other." Harry nodded, trying to ignore the need to check his wounds and make sure the scars hadn't reopened. "Good. I'm going to bathe. You may put your things in that." Draco pointed to a wardrobe in the far corner.
"Yeah...alright.." Harry sank onto 'his' side of the bed, cringing a little. The bed was a double king size and would probably fit the entire Weasley family but it was a bit disconcerting that he would be that close to Draco. Especially once his nightmares came in full force. He usually woke sweating and trembling once a night and he knew it would be no different now.
Harry sighed. He didn't go to anyone and tell them about his ailments. To do that would prove that the finaly battle with Voldemort had affected him more than external injuries. He had spent nearly three months in the hospital recovering from the numerous hexes and physical blows. After that, memories filled his waking and sleeping hours. He could usually forget when he was near friends and family but at night it was a different story. Since he was Head Boy he had his own quarters. No one heard his screams, no one heard his whimpers and no one comforted him.
He could tell someone but he didn't want to intrude on their lives. Sirius was renewing the spark with Remus and begrudingly Severus. Ron and his other close friends were involved in intimate and commited relationships. Most were trying to make things work and for Ron, he was wanting to pursue marriage with Hermione. He couldn't belay them with his troubles. His inner demons would torture them just as much as they tortured him.
"Why are you still here?! Shouldnt you be greeting that wretched Black and Lupin?" Draco demanded as came into his inner chambers and from his private baths. A fluffy towel was wrapped around slender hips, pale skin glistening with droplets of water, damp flaxen strands mussed.
Harry casually glanced at Draco, as he muttered to himself on what to wear. There was nothing wrong in admiring another boy's appearance, was there? Ron commented on him and Seamus often and Ron wasn't gay. There wasn't anything queer with him for noticing the alluring shape of Draco's thighs and hips as the towel molded to them. Or about the enticing way his back curved, the perfect shape of his pectorals, the sinewous muscles that stretched his arms, or the sculpted abdominal plane. It was normal to notice that.
"What, you lech?" Draco growled, pulling velour, dark green robes over his head. It was creepy to have Potter oggled him like he was some sort of god. He never did it before so why should he start now? "See something you like?"
"Um, no. Why do you wear robes?"
"Because people who grew up with any sort of breeding wear robes," Draco spat contempously. "Something you wouldn't know anything about." He waved his wand and his hair was instantly dry. He crossed the large room to stare into a Grecian mirror.
"Oh yes, darling, you look absolutely beautiful." A portrait of young man swooned magnamiously into the waiting arms of another boy. Harry came to stand beside Draco, regarding the two men with curiousity and bewilderment.
"Thank you Lucian." Draco beamed.
"Better than me? I'm so pained by your blatant favoritism for our young master. I am so wounded!" Bartonius wailed, flitting from the painting to another further away.
"I'm sorry dear! You'll always be the most beautiful person in the world and through time!"
Draco rolled his eyes as Lucien disappeared as well. He snorted at Harry's astonishment. "You might as well get used to them. They're an odd couple actually. Their midnight explorations of each other are quite ferocious."
"You mean they have sex?"
"Ah, you're not as dumb as I thought you were." Draco shrugged. "They do. It's often erotic. Who needs smut magazines when I have my very own private pornography."
Harry chuckled, surprised that Draco Malfoy had a sense of humour. "Blokes, turn you on?"
"Don't they everybody?" Draco asked rhetorically. "I suggest you go to your godfather before he's completely buggered for the remainder of the evening and you dont get a chance to see him until morning."
"I guess. What..what will you be doing? Are you going to come down?"
"And see the rest of you fools? Hn, not on your life, Potter." Draco sat on the window seat and stared as the rays of light started to diminsh from the sun. The snow and the naked trees were eerie but so calming and serene that Draco was forced to feel the warmth of being in a state of content. "Hn, you're waiting for what reason, Potter?" Draco asked when he realised Harry was still standing in the room.
"Nothing..." Harry gave Draco once last, withering look before going to the living room to steal Sirius from Remus and Severus. Why was Draco avoiding them? Why didn't he want to be surrounded by people for Christmas? Perhaps Draco was just as lonely and melancholic as he was...
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warnings: male x male
Chapter 2
Draco stood in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin Common Room, nose wrinkling at the faint sounds of howling from the seventh year domitories. Blaise would have to date a screamer and not some quiet moaner. He grabbed a handful of floo powder as another guttural yell split through the otherwise deserted Tower. Draco grimaced. He wasn't sticking around any longer even if he showed up a early. He stepped inside the hearth and flooed himself to Malfoy Manor.
He sneezed the second he tumbled out onto the floor, glaring hatefully behind him. "Draco, you're early." Draco mustered his dignity and dusted his clothes free of the grime that had settled onto his otherwise immaculately clean attire. Lucius Malfoy, who's appearance hadn't changed at all since his school days with the addition of a grotesque glow that constantly surrounded him due to his extreme love for Charlie.
"Five minutes isn't much!" Draco snapped, frustrated. "I am going to my rooms and I expect NOONE to bother me. Dont even send an elf to get me for dinner. I'll eat later when those annoying idiots are all sleeping!"
Lucius glared. "You will refrain from yelling at me in my own home, Draco. I could have easily left you at Hogwart's and not invited you home for the holidays." A fake smile curled his lips. "And you're not going to be alone, exactly. I'm afraid that there are no more bedrooms free and so, Potter, will be in your chambers."
"What did you say?" Draco's voice was dangerously low.
"You heard me. The elves have already cleared space for Potter." Draco scoffed and turned on his heel, about to exit the reception room when his father's sibilant voice sent him into more of a fury. "Oh, and you will be coming down for dinner and you will be on your best behavior."
"You fucking bastard," Draco hissed under his breath. He irritably tore the garland of pine twigs and holly from the grand staircase. He glared at the numerous adornments lining the corridors. That stupid Weasley must have convinced his father that decorations were a must for the holiday season. They were gaudy and Draco's heart clenched. They weren't his mother's. He kept his wail of suffering at bay and the tears were blinked aside. So, his father was trying to forget her...
He slammed the french doors to his room shut, the glass panes rattling. He came to an abrupt pause. "What. The. Hell?" His previously perfect room without any sort of disgusting Christmas ornaments, garland, or colors. The silver and green combination that had dominated were replaced by white, red, and green. A minature fir tree was littered with Chinese ornaments, garland was around the cieling and his huge, king size bed. Other garish decorations nearly caused Draco to lose his lunch.
Oh, but that wasn't all. There were suitcases already laying on the floor on the left side of Draco's bed-the side he rarely moved to because he didn't wriggle in his sleep. Draco groaned. That meant that Lucius hadn't been lieing. It really was Potter's belongings.
"Um..." That voice! Draco whirled and glared angrily at Harry Potter. "I...Lucius told me that I should come up here and that you already knew so you wouldn't make much of a fuss...yeah..." Harry felt as if those glowwers were hexes, he would have been dead a hundred times over.
"What did you do to piss my father off?!!!" Draco shoved him against the wall. "Why would he have done this?"
"You're hurting me!" Harry protested to the tight hold on Draco's wrist. Harry hoped that Draco wouldn't say anything else, that he couldn't feel the rough, bandages taping his thin wrists from when he'd had a nervous breakdown a few weeks earlier and tried to kill himself. It wouldn't bode well for Draco Malfoy, his rival, to find out that he was actually insecure, lonely, and depressed.
"Oh, I am, am I?" Draco sneered. "Didn't know you were that weak." He narrowed his eyes at Harry, seeing the emerald oculates fill with sudden terror. Draco furrowed his brows. Potter was....scared of him? Since when? They didn't have many actual fights since Voldemort was defeated and even before, they hadn't been exactly violent. So why now was Potter acting this way? Why did he even give a damn? Draco removed his hands and sank back onto his heels. "I expect you to keep out of my way. You stay on your side of the bed, you take your baths after mine, and I think we'll not murder each other." Harry nodded, trying to ignore the need to check his wounds and make sure the scars hadn't reopened. "Good. I'm going to bathe. You may put your things in that." Draco pointed to a wardrobe in the far corner.
"Yeah...alright.." Harry sank onto 'his' side of the bed, cringing a little. The bed was a double king size and would probably fit the entire Weasley family but it was a bit disconcerting that he would be that close to Draco. Especially once his nightmares came in full force. He usually woke sweating and trembling once a night and he knew it would be no different now.
Harry sighed. He didn't go to anyone and tell them about his ailments. To do that would prove that the finaly battle with Voldemort had affected him more than external injuries. He had spent nearly three months in the hospital recovering from the numerous hexes and physical blows. After that, memories filled his waking and sleeping hours. He could usually forget when he was near friends and family but at night it was a different story. Since he was Head Boy he had his own quarters. No one heard his screams, no one heard his whimpers and no one comforted him.
He could tell someone but he didn't want to intrude on their lives. Sirius was renewing the spark with Remus and begrudingly Severus. Ron and his other close friends were involved in intimate and commited relationships. Most were trying to make things work and for Ron, he was wanting to pursue marriage with Hermione. He couldn't belay them with his troubles. His inner demons would torture them just as much as they tortured him.
"Why are you still here?! Shouldnt you be greeting that wretched Black and Lupin?" Draco demanded as came into his inner chambers and from his private baths. A fluffy towel was wrapped around slender hips, pale skin glistening with droplets of water, damp flaxen strands mussed.
Harry casually glanced at Draco, as he muttered to himself on what to wear. There was nothing wrong in admiring another boy's appearance, was there? Ron commented on him and Seamus often and Ron wasn't gay. There wasn't anything queer with him for noticing the alluring shape of Draco's thighs and hips as the towel molded to them. Or about the enticing way his back curved, the perfect shape of his pectorals, the sinewous muscles that stretched his arms, or the sculpted abdominal plane. It was normal to notice that.
"What, you lech?" Draco growled, pulling velour, dark green robes over his head. It was creepy to have Potter oggled him like he was some sort of god. He never did it before so why should he start now? "See something you like?"
"Um, no. Why do you wear robes?"
"Because people who grew up with any sort of breeding wear robes," Draco spat contempously. "Something you wouldn't know anything about." He waved his wand and his hair was instantly dry. He crossed the large room to stare into a Grecian mirror.
"Oh yes, darling, you look absolutely beautiful." A portrait of young man swooned magnamiously into the waiting arms of another boy. Harry came to stand beside Draco, regarding the two men with curiousity and bewilderment.
"Thank you Lucian." Draco beamed.
"Better than me? I'm so pained by your blatant favoritism for our young master. I am so wounded!" Bartonius wailed, flitting from the painting to another further away.
"I'm sorry dear! You'll always be the most beautiful person in the world and through time!"
Draco rolled his eyes as Lucien disappeared as well. He snorted at Harry's astonishment. "You might as well get used to them. They're an odd couple actually. Their midnight explorations of each other are quite ferocious."
"You mean they have sex?"
"Ah, you're not as dumb as I thought you were." Draco shrugged. "They do. It's often erotic. Who needs smut magazines when I have my very own private pornography."
Harry chuckled, surprised that Draco Malfoy had a sense of humour. "Blokes, turn you on?"
"Don't they everybody?" Draco asked rhetorically. "I suggest you go to your godfather before he's completely buggered for the remainder of the evening and you dont get a chance to see him until morning."
"I guess. What..what will you be doing? Are you going to come down?"
"And see the rest of you fools? Hn, not on your life, Potter." Draco sat on the window seat and stared as the rays of light started to diminsh from the sun. The snow and the naked trees were eerie but so calming and serene that Draco was forced to feel the warmth of being in a state of content. "Hn, you're waiting for what reason, Potter?" Draco asked when he realised Harry was still standing in the room.
"Nothing..." Harry gave Draco once last, withering look before going to the living room to steal Sirius from Remus and Severus. Why was Draco avoiding them? Why didn't he want to be surrounded by people for Christmas? Perhaps Draco was just as lonely and melancholic as he was...
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