#erised 2018

“I tell people I was wounded in battle, sometimes. When I’m pretending to be a better man than I was. I suppose it’s true, in a manner of speaking. I just let them believe I was fighting on the right side.” “Oh.” Harry isn’t sure how he feels about that. He looks back at the scars, his eyes trailing up to the slender clasp of Draco’s fingers around his glass, the peak of his nipples brushing against the thin material of the shirt, the angular line of his jaw and the smile he wears like a mask. “Do they believe you?” Draco holds Harry’s gaze, his expression unreadable. “Sometimes. I’m not sure you would. You’d know straight away that I’m more the kind to run away from a battle than run towards it.” “I would?” Harry arches an eyebrow at Draco. “What makes you so sure?” “Auror intuition.” Draco takes a slow sip of his champagne. “Harry Potter’s famous gut instinct. You knew not to shake my hand.”

Fic Claim: H/D Erised 2018

H/D Erised 2018 Fic Claim

Fic Claim: Failed Application of Thought

Fic Claim: So Heal Me

“Um, hello,” he said when Draco finally made it in front of him. “You, er, got my—” “What is this?” Draco said, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Um, it’s a, er, balloon,” Harry said. “Yes,” Draco said. “I can see that.” They stood and stared at each other for a while; Draco arsy, Harry feeling like it would be ideal if the floor opened up and swallowed him down into it. “I came to return it to you,” Draco said. “Given that I’m the only one of the pair of us who appears to have any manners.” “You . . . came to return it?” Harry repeated, feeling his forehead pucker as the crowd around them surged. “Yes,” Draco said, not moving. “I flew over.” “You . . . flew with the balloon,” Harry repeated nervously. “It had its own seat, of course,” Draco said, very cold. “I’m not a monster.”

"What are we doing?" "Do we have to think it through? What do you feel, Draco?" Draco looked up at the sound of his name. "You called me Draco." "I want to kiss you again, very much so. If I can have my tongue in your mouth, I think maybe I can use your actual name." Draco’s brain stuttered a little at the words ‘tongue’ and ‘mouth’. He looked again at Harry’s lips, which were shiny and full from the kiss they’d already shared. "Harry," he said. Harry leant forward and pulled the hand that was joined with Draco’s, and put their hands on Draco’s chest, as though they were touching one of the trees. "Listen to yourself," he said. After another deep breath, and feeling his chest rise and fall beneath their hands, Draco closed his eyes. He could feel the beating of his heart beneath his hand, he could feel the way he quivered. He breathed more. There it was, the ground beneath him, the rising energy that wanted to meet Harry, wanted to become entangled with his energy. He opened his eyes. "I want to kiss you again," he said. "I want to touch you."