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Author:Vickyducky
Team:Death Eaters
Word count:about 215
Characters/pairings:H/D
Warnings: mention of character death (not H or D)
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dracoharry100 Challenge: #846 health
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
“Potter,” Malfoy nodded as he entered the lift. Harry was surprised to see him back at work so soon.
“I’m very sorry about your wife,” he said as Draco joined him in the lift. Malfoy half turned his head to look at Harry standing behind him, ”Thank you. She had been in poor health for some time,” Draco replied sadly.
Harry studied the back of Draco’s neck where his hair curled under just so. He remembered how soft the skin was there and the way Draco moaned as he kissed it.
Until his intrusive thoughts won.
“Mal…Draco, would you like to have a drink with me sometime?” Harry asked in a rush. “Or a meal or um, a concert or something…”
He ground to a halt as Draco turned around fully to face him, his face a study of astonished anger, “Potter, are you asking me on a date? My wife is barely cold in her grave! What in god’s name made you think that was remotely acceptable?” He turned away angrily.
“Draco, I’ve been in love with you for half my life, I don’t want to spend the rest of it regretting that I didn’t say anything when I had the chance. I let you slip away before and I don’t want that to happen again. So I know this isn’t the moment, but when you’re ready, I’ll be waiting.”
Author:Vickyducky
Team:Death Eaters
Word count:about 215
Characters/pairings:H/D
Warnings: mention of character death (not H or D)
dracoharry100 Challenge: #846 healthDisclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
“Potter,” Malfoy nodded as he entered the lift. Harry was surprised to see him back at work so soon.
“I’m very sorry about your wife,” he said as Draco joined him in the lift. Malfoy half turned his head to look at Harry standing behind him, ”Thank you. She had been in poor health for some time,” Draco replied sadly.
Harry studied the back of Draco’s neck where his hair curled under just so. He remembered how soft the skin was there and the way Draco moaned as he kissed it.
Until his intrusive thoughts won.
“Mal…Draco, would you like to have a drink with me sometime?” Harry asked in a rush. “Or a meal or um, a concert or something…”
He ground to a halt as Draco turned around fully to face him, his face a study of astonished anger, “Potter, are you asking me on a date? My wife is barely cold in her grave! What in god’s name made you think that was remotely acceptable?” He turned away angrily.
“Draco, I’ve been in love with you for half my life, I don’t want to spend the rest of it regretting that I didn’t say anything when I had the chance. I let you slip away before and I don’t want that to happen again. So I know this isn’t the moment, but when you’re ready, I’ll be waiting.”
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Date: 2025-05-14 02:30 am (UTC)Curse the 100-word rule!
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Date: 2025-05-14 04:04 pm (UTC)