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enablelove) wrote2007-04-24 09:11 am
enablelove) wrote2007-04-24 09:11 am
Entry tags:
Fic
Title: A Secret Relationship
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hd_obsession
Summary: The war parts lovers.
Word Count: 528
Beta: The fabuloussassy_cissa
Warnings: Flangst, maybe?
A/N: Yeah, I know, I should be focusing on school. But this just had to be written, I have no idea why. I was in the mood to write angst, and instead this got written, proof that I am a Flufferton (aoifeic made that up..lol) at heart.
Harry and Draco had no idea how it all started. One moment they were fighting and then suddenly one of them leaned in, or maybe they both did, and instead of fists hitting each other; tongues were clashing, battling for dominance. It was that kiss, if you could call it a kiss, that was the start of a very secret relationship, although relationship might be a stretch.
The boys were on opposite sides of the war, Draco obviously on his father’s side, and Harry on the side of the Light.
But something always brought them together, they seemed to gravitate towards each other. Nothing could stop them from seeking each other out, just to let out the anger, the energy, and the lust.
Slowly Potter became Harry and Malfoy became Draco.
They both knew nothing could come from their relationship, but that didn’t stop them from falling—hard—in love. Although they fought like cats and dogs; when they made up, it was a sight to behold.
Unfortunately, one day they were almost caught in the throes of passion and right then they both knew it couldn’t continue. If Draco’s father found out, they were both as good as dead.
The day they parted, they kissed and held each other for hours, knowing it was the last time. When they would meet on the battlefield, no one knew what would happen. Harry knew if he was forced to face Draco, he would be unable to kill him nor would he let anyone else hurt him. Draco felt the same, but was powerless to control those he would fight alongside.
The final battle came, Voldemort was destroyed and most of the Death Eaters were caught or dead. Lucius Malfoy was one of the last to have fallen. During the battles immediately following Voldemort’s death, Harry was severely injured and Draco was barely alive.
As he crawled to where Harry lay, he dodged the Killing curse no less than five times and then several people tried to pull him away from Harry’s side. They all stopped with a quiet No from Harry.
Unconscious, they clung on to each other while they both healed.
When Harry woke up he felt a weight on his chest and he knew, without opening his eyes, it was Draco. He smiled softly, ran his fingers up and down Draco’s back, and fell back asleep, to the shock of all surrounding their bed in St. Mungo’s.
A week later, both were healthy and awake and ready to leave. Draco knew he wouldn’t be welcomed by the Weasley’s or by the side of the Light. Although he didn’t want to leave Harry again, he knew he had to. As he was getting up from the bed, however, Harry pulled him back down, shook his head no and turned to look at the former Order members.
Harry explained Draco was the love of his life, and if they didn’t accept him, then Harry didn’t want to stay with them.
Harry’s friends and family had no choice but to agree. With a tender glance towards each other, Harry and Draco were finally where they were supposed to be, together.
Author:
hd_obsessionSummary: The war parts lovers.
Word Count: 528
Beta: The fabulous
sassy_cissaWarnings: Flangst, maybe?
A/N: Yeah, I know, I should be focusing on school. But this just had to be written, I have no idea why. I was in the mood to write angst, and instead this got written, proof that I am a Flufferton (
aoifeic made that up..lol) at heart.Harry and Draco had no idea how it all started. One moment they were fighting and then suddenly one of them leaned in, or maybe they both did, and instead of fists hitting each other; tongues were clashing, battling for dominance. It was that kiss, if you could call it a kiss, that was the start of a very secret relationship, although relationship might be a stretch.
The boys were on opposite sides of the war, Draco obviously on his father’s side, and Harry on the side of the Light.
But something always brought them together, they seemed to gravitate towards each other. Nothing could stop them from seeking each other out, just to let out the anger, the energy, and the lust.
Slowly Potter became Harry and Malfoy became Draco.
They both knew nothing could come from their relationship, but that didn’t stop them from falling—hard—in love. Although they fought like cats and dogs; when they made up, it was a sight to behold.
Unfortunately, one day they were almost caught in the throes of passion and right then they both knew it couldn’t continue. If Draco’s father found out, they were both as good as dead.
The day they parted, they kissed and held each other for hours, knowing it was the last time. When they would meet on the battlefield, no one knew what would happen. Harry knew if he was forced to face Draco, he would be unable to kill him nor would he let anyone else hurt him. Draco felt the same, but was powerless to control those he would fight alongside.
The final battle came, Voldemort was destroyed and most of the Death Eaters were caught or dead. Lucius Malfoy was one of the last to have fallen. During the battles immediately following Voldemort’s death, Harry was severely injured and Draco was barely alive.
As he crawled to where Harry lay, he dodged the Killing curse no less than five times and then several people tried to pull him away from Harry’s side. They all stopped with a quiet No from Harry.
Unconscious, they clung on to each other while they both healed.
When Harry woke up he felt a weight on his chest and he knew, without opening his eyes, it was Draco. He smiled softly, ran his fingers up and down Draco’s back, and fell back asleep, to the shock of all surrounding their bed in St. Mungo’s.
A week later, both were healthy and awake and ready to leave. Draco knew he wouldn’t be welcomed by the Weasley’s or by the side of the Light. Although he didn’t want to leave Harry again, he knew he had to. As he was getting up from the bed, however, Harry pulled him back down, shook his head no and turned to look at the former Order members.
Harry explained Draco was the love of his life, and if they didn’t accept him, then Harry didn’t want to stay with them.
Harry’s friends and family had no choice but to agree. With a tender glance towards each other, Harry and Draco were finally where they were supposed to be, together.