Drabble Day Prompt 14

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19 Years Later...
Or 5 years, or 8 years or however many years you like :)


Rules are here, though an additional one - you don't need to stick to the drabble of the hour. Remember, there are no rules! If you want to fill prompt one minutes after I post prompt 24, then that's great!

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A bit of twist in canon.

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"Does it have to be this way?" Harry asked, closing his eyes when he felt the cold, pale lips meet his own. They were pressed together, their arms wrapped around each other's bodies.

"Yes. It's what the world expects."

"I hate doing what everyone expects me too."

"I know, but you're Harry Potter. Goodbye."

And then he was cold, the body no longer there to warm him. The wind hit his face, stinging his already frozen lips. He whispered, "goodbye."

19 Years Later

Harry flinched when he saw Draco nod at him. He hated this. It had been nineteen years since he had last kissed him, nineteen years since he had last told him that he loved him. And there he was, acting cool and collected as he said goodbye to his own son.

"Dad?"

Harry swallowed deeply and prayed for strength, he was going to need it. He turned to look at Albus. "Ready to go then?"

Re: A bit of twist in canon.

[kinky-kneazle.livejournal.com]

Oh, God, my heart. *cries* Lovely.

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9 years later

Harry had just finished his duty, helping to lessen the damage done to a coffee shop after they had arrested the attacker – an ex-Death Eater who seemed dead set to destroy the entire building before they came. He was mouthy, cursing everyone, especially Harry, when he was caught, but didn’t utter a single syllable as to why he attacked the shop in the first place, so the reasons remained unknown.

Harry frowned, stopping aside, to take a proper look; it looked every other shop on the street on the outside, with a touch of antique in the interior, nothing that would make a war-smart man like him act like a fool, attracting attention.

He was ready to apparate when Draco Malfoy rounded the corner, dressed in well-fitting trousers and shirt, striding with confidence until he saw the damaged shop – he froze, paled, eyes becoming comically wide, and hands clenched in fists by his sides. Then, he turned his head, most probably looking for a culprit, and saw one in Harry, it seemed, because when their eyes locked, all his anger, fury was directed straight at him.

Oh fuck, Harry thought, because on the top of the unsuccessful start of the day he didn’t need Draco’s anger directed at him. Not at all. And if this was how they meet after years of not seeing each other, then fuck his life, really.

“Potter, what the hell is going on?” Draco’s voice was like ice; it sent chills down his spine.

Harry didn’t let himself be threatened. “Someone who loathes you great deal attacked the shop earlier. I didn’t know why you weren’t informed, Draco.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed at the use of his first name (the familiarity he most probably expected to be dropped after such long time) and he ground out, “I’m going to kill that bastard.”

“No.” Harry took a step closer and then another and another all the while Draco eyed him with mistrust. (Harry’s heart ached for those long gone months when Draco had always smiled at him.) “He’s arrested and it won’t do any good if you turned up and interfered.”

Harry was so close now he could lift his hand and lay it on Draco’s shoulder as an offer of comfort but -

“Fuck you, Potter.” And with that Draco turned on his heel and left.

[kinky-kneazle.livejournal.com]

Poor Harry! Love Draco here, with the voice like ice. Nicely done!

Harry/Draco/Snape

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Nineteen years ago Severus had stood outside a home in Godric's Hollow. His grief was silent, tempered by the shock of the Dark Lord's demise. He had stepped into the ruins of the house and saw his childhood friend's son in a crib, a scar bright on his forehead.

He had left the house and fled to Malfoy Manor. To spread the word. To ensure his godson was safe. Two infants whose lives were changing in ways they would never truly understand. It wasn’t often that history veered in such a way.

Severus had spent nineteen years protecting them both as best he could. Even when Harry sneered and stepped blindly into harm's way, Severus had stood in the shadows ready to catch him. When Draco had shrugged his hand and help away, Severus had ensured he walked away in one piece. And after the war he'd kept Draco out of jail and made sure Harry stayed whole.

Nineteen years ago.

Today they had turned the tables.

"You need taking care of, Sev." Draco pushed him onto the bed.

"Let us look after you," Harry said as he began to unbutton dark robes.

They were children, he told himself as he gathered strength to push them away. He was old enough to be a father to either of them.

Then one warm mouth met his lips and another wrapped around his cock and he let his doubts bleed away.

Nineteen years later and it was time for his reward.

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*dies of the hot*

That's amaze <3

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Title Eyes for only one man
Summary Harry finds being famous too difficult, it doesn't help him get a partner for life.
A/N This will have a sequel, hopefully one that will be posted today, if not, then at my journal later this week. Don't hit me.
Word count 236

4 years later.

Harry walked into his flat exhausted. Being an Auror was hard work. Having no one to come home to was worse. All he wanted right now, was to crawl up into a nice warm bed, with someone to snuggle up to.

However, that seemed to be a luxury that the Savior did not get. Ginny hadn’t been able to forgive him for leaving her, for thinking she was weak, when they fought in the battle, and had married a year ago. The bloke was nice enough for her, and never doubted her strength. They’d played professional Quidditch together for a year before they started dating and Harry was happy for her.

Beside, he had figured out, when he actually got to think about himself, that he was gay. He would have only broken Ginny’s heart again if they’d continued to see each other after the war.

The only problem with all of this was that being famous gave you too many options, so you never knew who just wanted to get laid with the Savior or who actually thought Harry was attractive and funny.

Now here he was, four years after the war, and he hadn’t had sex in … six months. And that time it had ended up in all of the wizarding papers.

It also didn’t help that Harry only had eyes for one man. Draco Malfoy.