15 minute ficlet: Dance of Time
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saitainaTitle: Dance of Time
Rating: PG
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Harry watched as the couples danced around him, trying to thread his way through the dance floor to the bar across the way. He hated these Ministry events, parties and balls and stupid excuses to get drunk, and in Fudge’s case, show off any celebrity he could wrangle into going.
The only reason he ever attended was the joy of either seeing, or going with his lover. But that had ended several months ago. And now he had no reason to keep attending, or so he kept telling himself.
The dancers parted and suddenly Harry could see a path to the bar, but he couldn’t move, frozen to the spot by the sight of silver blond hair, pale, cold eyes, and a devilish smirk that always aroused him in under two seconds.
He swallowed hard, watching as the blonde spun around the floor, his arms wrapped around a shorter brunette who was obviously so enraptured, Draco could have had him strip naked and do the Funky Chicken without complaint.
Harry knew that feeling quite well.
*
Draco blinked at the boy in his arms before forcing his smile again, giving a deep bow. He spun on his heel and headed for the door, or the bar, or anywhere to escape the pain that had filled his heart.
It was easy to forget where he was, when he was surrounded by laughter and music and the freedom of simply being. It was harder, when the laughter ended, the music stopped, and the freedom fled, leaving reality behind. He ordered a stiff drink and drained it quickly, feeling an arm wrapped around his waist as he swallowed the last few drops.
He sighed and let his head fall forward, and invitation for the man behind him to trail small kisses up the back of his neck. "Harry," he whispered.
"Not quite," his companion said and bit gently.
Draco sighed and raised his head again, looking at his date of the evening, kissing him softly. "Sorry, love."
The man shook his head, kissing Draco’s nose. "No, you’re not. But I’m not really complaining either."
*
Harry watched Draco and his new lover kiss before turning away, heading for the door. This was foolishness, it was stupid, it was...painful. The only reason he had com here was to torture himself with visions of Draco, and now that the job was done he could leave and forget about the man who made his world spin...right?
He was almost to the door when he was swept up into he arms of a sandy haired man whose Irish accent sent shivers down Harry’s spine. He couldn’t’ help smiling as Seamus swept him around the dance floor, rambling on about something that sounded like, Mrs. Fugglepull’s flower patterned under skirts, but Harry couldn’t really be sure.
The two former dorm mates twirled around the floor in such a way that the crowd parted once more to watch (and save their toes). Harry laughed as Seamus pressed them closer, claiming something about there not being enough space to properly enjoy themselves. He stopped laughing however when Seamus’ lips met his.
"A replacement already, Potter? I am quite shocked."
Harry looked into Draco’s stormy eyes, before looking over the blond’s shoulder at the brunette whose arms were wrapped around Draco’s waist. "I see you’re not too lonely tonight, Malfoy."
Draco shrugged, his cheeks tinged a faint pink. "A Malfoy can never go dateless."
"Pity, would have been a cause for calling the Daily Prophet indeed...of course, you are always headline news."
Draco raised an elegant eyebrow. "Jealous, Potter? It must kill you to have to share the front page,"
"Go away, Draco." Seamus said softly.
Draco glanced at the Irish man, hatred burning in his eyes. His hand went to his wand but the brunette stopped it, whispering something in his ear. Draco nodded and with one last look at Harry, he allowed himself to be pulled away.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Harry watched as the couples danced around him, trying to thread his way through the dance floor to the bar across the way. He hated these Ministry events, parties and balls and stupid excuses to get drunk, and in Fudge’s case, show off any celebrity he could wrangle into going.
The only reason he ever attended was the joy of either seeing, or going with his lover. But that had ended several months ago. And now he had no reason to keep attending, or so he kept telling himself.
The dancers parted and suddenly Harry could see a path to the bar, but he couldn’t move, frozen to the spot by the sight of silver blond hair, pale, cold eyes, and a devilish smirk that always aroused him in under two seconds.
He swallowed hard, watching as the blonde spun around the floor, his arms wrapped around a shorter brunette who was obviously so enraptured, Draco could have had him strip naked and do the Funky Chicken without complaint.
Harry knew that feeling quite well.
*
Draco blinked at the boy in his arms before forcing his smile again, giving a deep bow. He spun on his heel and headed for the door, or the bar, or anywhere to escape the pain that had filled his heart.
It was easy to forget where he was, when he was surrounded by laughter and music and the freedom of simply being. It was harder, when the laughter ended, the music stopped, and the freedom fled, leaving reality behind. He ordered a stiff drink and drained it quickly, feeling an arm wrapped around his waist as he swallowed the last few drops.
He sighed and let his head fall forward, and invitation for the man behind him to trail small kisses up the back of his neck. "Harry," he whispered.
"Not quite," his companion said and bit gently.
Draco sighed and raised his head again, looking at his date of the evening, kissing him softly. "Sorry, love."
The man shook his head, kissing Draco’s nose. "No, you’re not. But I’m not really complaining either."
*
Harry watched Draco and his new lover kiss before turning away, heading for the door. This was foolishness, it was stupid, it was...painful. The only reason he had com here was to torture himself with visions of Draco, and now that the job was done he could leave and forget about the man who made his world spin...right?
He was almost to the door when he was swept up into he arms of a sandy haired man whose Irish accent sent shivers down Harry’s spine. He couldn’t’ help smiling as Seamus swept him around the dance floor, rambling on about something that sounded like, Mrs. Fugglepull’s flower patterned under skirts, but Harry couldn’t really be sure.
The two former dorm mates twirled around the floor in such a way that the crowd parted once more to watch (and save their toes). Harry laughed as Seamus pressed them closer, claiming something about there not being enough space to properly enjoy themselves. He stopped laughing however when Seamus’ lips met his.
"A replacement already, Potter? I am quite shocked."
Harry looked into Draco’s stormy eyes, before looking over the blond’s shoulder at the brunette whose arms were wrapped around Draco’s waist. "I see you’re not too lonely tonight, Malfoy."
Draco shrugged, his cheeks tinged a faint pink. "A Malfoy can never go dateless."
"Pity, would have been a cause for calling the Daily Prophet indeed...of course, you are always headline news."
Draco raised an elegant eyebrow. "Jealous, Potter? It must kill you to have to share the front page,"
"Go away, Draco." Seamus said softly.
Draco glanced at the Irish man, hatred burning in his eyes. His hand went to his wand but the brunette stopped it, whispering something in his ear. Draco nodded and with one last look at Harry, he allowed himself to be pulled away.
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Date: 2004-06-15 07:06 pm (UTC)i liked how this followed the last few you've written in the harry/draco thing. yeah, they're unrequited, and they're each trying to move on (or one of them is, it seems. am i correct in following that the irish dude just kinda ambushed harry? that seemed my impression. o_O) but they're both all still jealous on seeing each other with different people. so not over each other, but that's good feed for fics, so i guess they'll have to accept it. lol
looking forward to the next one, whether it's an installment on this one or just something random. feverish 15-minute writings are usually pretty snazzy.
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Date: 2004-06-16 02:26 am (UTC)I really like your Seamus
Good
Date: 2004-07-28 02:55 pm (UTC)