Title:
Sure
Author: Miz Thang
Characters/Pairing: Draco
Malfoy, HP/DM
Rating: FRT
Word Count: 480
Warnings:
Slash, obviously.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but
the little story's idea. Everything else belongs to who it belongs
to.
Summary: Harry's waiting for Draco to be
sure. He's taking a while. For my au100 claim
of Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy on livejournal.
"Nothing will ever become of this."
"And how can you be so sure?"
"I just am."
-
Draco's world is filled with black and while. Colorless. And he likes it this way. Either it is, or it isn't; either it will be, or it won't; either it's his way, or not at all. Black and white. Colorless.
Or it was. It isn't anymore. His world is essentially black and white, with an emphasis of green every now and again.
He wants his black and white back.
-
"How do you feel about me?"
"I hate you."
"How sure are you?"
"Very…very…I'm sure, all right?"
"You don't sound sure."
-
Draco is spinning, spiraling down in a descent he can't stop, and everything that he thought was one way is no longer that, and his world of black and white is filling itself with color.
He can't get away from the color green, never ever. And some part of him isn't sure that he really wants to. But he has to draw a line somewhere and decides red has the be it. Red is where he draws the line.
-
"I don't want to do this anymore."
"Then don't. I'm not making you."
"But you are. I'm sure of that."
-
Draco decides that he's taken a turn for the worst when his dreams are filled with lightning bolt scars and round framed glasses.
The dreams are of dark places, weak protests in conversations, and deep pleasure.
When he wakes, it's in a cold sweat, and he thinks he can add the color blue to his list of ruin.
-
"I think you're failing."
"And I think it's your fault."
"I didn't do anything."
"That's the point, isn't it?"
"Is it? You don't sound sure."
-
Some part of him wants to give in, he realizes. Some part of him wants to submerge himself and get the full effect of what is happening to him.
It isn't until he has a dream in which the "L" word passes off his lips so easily and passions flare, that he recognizes that something has become of it, even when he said he'd make sure it wouldn't.
-
"I think you lost the game."
"Game? What game did I lose?"
"Denial, I'm sure it's called."
-
Draco gets jealous when he sees Potter with a random guy in a very new and prominent shop in Diagon Alley.
And, suddenly, every color is alive in his world, and every sound is loud and blaring, and it seems, just like that, that he realizes that he may love Harry Potter. Make that, he's sure he loves Harry.
-
"Do you know what you just did?"
"I have some idea."
"You just made a scene in Diagon Alley."
"I know. I just wanted to make sure."
"Well, I've known since the beginning. I was waiting on you."
-end.