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why_me_why_notI had a a drabble request post a few days back. Here's one for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alli_everyday, who requested Draco, feeding Harry chicken soup. 200 words.
"You're a right prat when you're sick, Potter," Draco grumbled, carrying a tray into the bedroom.
"As opposed to you being a prat all the time?" Harry retorted, struggling to sit up.
Draco hurriedly set the tray on the beside table and fluffed the pillows, helping Harry get settled.
"What's that?" Harry asked, glancing at the bowl on the tray. "I'm not hungry."
"Mum Weasley sent over chicken soup, and I'm under orders to make sure you eat it." Draco sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the bowl, dipping a spoon into the broth. "And I'm more afraid of her than I am of you, especially given your current state of illness. Now open."
Harry resisted for a moment before swallowing the soup grudgingly and crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not a child."
"No, you just act like one. Now, shut it and eat. If you finish it all, I'll... cuddle with you and your germs."
Harry tried not to smile. Draco hated the word cuddle, hated germs even more, but apparently loved Harry enough to look past both those things. Being sick had it's perks.
Harry finished the soup without another word.
And one forlilian_cho, who asked for H/D with past Draco/Ron. Bonus point if the phrase "pureblood love" is used . I really don't think this is anywhere near what she had in mind, but that's okay. 300 words.
Draco tried to block out his father's voice in his head, push aside all the lectures on "pureblood love" and finding the "right" marriage partner. From an early age, Draco had been conditioned to think his life would end up in a marriage to a highly influential woman. It wasn't necessary that he be attracted to her; affairs were not only common in the elite wizarding circles, they were almost expected.
Fuck! He had really made a mess of things. It didn't matter that his father was long gone, that the hierarchy of society Draco had been raised with had been completely restructured. He still had expected certain things in his life to follow the plan. Falling in love hadn't been part of the deal. Falling in love with Harry Potter... well, that was so far off-course Draco wondered if Fate was playing some sick joke on him.
Up until three months ago, Draco hadn't even admitted to himself he was attracted to men. Then had come a drunken night he only partially remembered, followed by a morning he wished he could forget. Waking up beside Ron Weasley, both of them naked and sticky, was a hard memory to lose though.
Even before then, it had always been Harry who had consumed Draco's thoughts. Harry who had starred in the dreams that were only half-recalled in the morning. And now, with the help of the aforementioned Weasel and his little sister, Draco was meeting Harry here, alone, and hopefully... well, hopefully, Draco would find a way to silence his father's voice once and for all. He figured that kissing Harry would make his father disown him from beyond the grave. Or maybe Harry's magic was so powerful that it would block out the sounds. Either way, tonight was the night.
alli_everyday, who requested Draco, feeding Harry chicken soup. 200 words."You're a right prat when you're sick, Potter," Draco grumbled, carrying a tray into the bedroom.
"As opposed to you being a prat all the time?" Harry retorted, struggling to sit up.
Draco hurriedly set the tray on the beside table and fluffed the pillows, helping Harry get settled.
"What's that?" Harry asked, glancing at the bowl on the tray. "I'm not hungry."
"Mum Weasley sent over chicken soup, and I'm under orders to make sure you eat it." Draco sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the bowl, dipping a spoon into the broth. "And I'm more afraid of her than I am of you, especially given your current state of illness. Now open."
Harry resisted for a moment before swallowing the soup grudgingly and crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not a child."
"No, you just act like one. Now, shut it and eat. If you finish it all, I'll... cuddle with you and your germs."
Harry tried not to smile. Draco hated the word cuddle, hated germs even more, but apparently loved Harry enough to look past both those things. Being sick had it's perks.
Harry finished the soup without another word.
And one for
lilian_cho, who asked for H/D with past Draco/Ron. Bonus point if the phrase "pureblood love" is used . I really don't think this is anywhere near what she had in mind, but that's okay. 300 words.Draco tried to block out his father's voice in his head, push aside all the lectures on "pureblood love" and finding the "right" marriage partner. From an early age, Draco had been conditioned to think his life would end up in a marriage to a highly influential woman. It wasn't necessary that he be attracted to her; affairs were not only common in the elite wizarding circles, they were almost expected.
Fuck! He had really made a mess of things. It didn't matter that his father was long gone, that the hierarchy of society Draco had been raised with had been completely restructured. He still had expected certain things in his life to follow the plan. Falling in love hadn't been part of the deal. Falling in love with Harry Potter... well, that was so far off-course Draco wondered if Fate was playing some sick joke on him.
Up until three months ago, Draco hadn't even admitted to himself he was attracted to men. Then had come a drunken night he only partially remembered, followed by a morning he wished he could forget. Waking up beside Ron Weasley, both of them naked and sticky, was a hard memory to lose though.
Even before then, it had always been Harry who had consumed Draco's thoughts. Harry who had starred in the dreams that were only half-recalled in the morning. And now, with the help of the aforementioned Weasel and his little sister, Draco was meeting Harry here, alone, and hopefully... well, hopefully, Draco would find a way to silence his father's voice once and for all. He figured that kissing Harry would make his father disown him from beyond the grave. Or maybe Harry's magic was so powerful that it would block out the sounds. Either way, tonight was the night.
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Date: 2007-01-02 05:50 am (UTC)Glad you like the second one! Thank you!!
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Date: 2007-01-02 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-02 06:47 am (UTC)It is most wondrous and beautiful! ^_^
*sniffs*
And YAY for matchmaker!Ron! <333
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Date: 2007-01-02 07:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-02 08:51 am (UTC)Draco/Ron is just such a guilty pleasure for me, I dunno where it came from but it just did. So anything where they are mentioned always gets me tingly.
p.s. How is the fic? Not driving you too insane, I hope.
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Date: 2007-01-03 02:33 am (UTC)Draco/Ron. *shudders* Yeah, I dunno. I actually don't like Ron all that much, except Ron/Pansy is one of my guilty pleasures. But Ron with anyone else just kinda weirds me out. *g*
p.s. No, it's good. I need to send it back to you though, when I get upstairs to my own computer.
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Date: 2007-01-02 01:43 pm (UTC)Speaking of...
Got my Xmas card this morning. H/D camping, even more fantastic! *loves*
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Date: 2007-01-03 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-03 01:11 am (UTC)Thank you, I love it! And it's just what I wanted. :D
(There's enough angst between the boys in the books so I like to imagine in my head them being cuddly with each other.)
♥♥♥
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Date: 2007-01-03 02:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-05 02:49 am (UTC)And I adore Draco's thought process in the second one.
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Date: 2007-01-05 04:41 am (UTC)And I'm quite proud I was able to put Draco's thoughts into words. Draco can be a stubborn bugger and doesn't always cooperate with me.