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Title: Plan B
Author:
raegan_1
Rating: Everyone
Prompt(from Isis): charm, drift, (mirror, which I failed to incorporate)
Word Count: 1141
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Notes: Post-War. 1/15th schmoopy. Is only 1/30th betaed, but has been awarded Isis' "Ark-Ark" Seal of Approval.
Summary: Draco has had a long week, Snape is stupid, and Harry, despite his hands being tied (almost literally), still manages to make things better.
They had straddled the seat in the middle of the boat, a compromise required by their enforced proximity. Harry tried to wiggle his fingers on the off-chance that the spell was wearing off, but they stuck fast to Draco's body. He found it interesting that he could press into the skin, but couldn't lift any part of his hands away. Too bad tickling Draco would only make the other boy shift more.
"Would you please stop moving?" Harry muttered for the second time. The first time, his mouth had been pressed against the back of Draco's head and full of blond hair, and the words had been indistinct.
In answer, Draco wiggled in front of him, somehow managing to knock the back of his head against Harry's nose. Again.
Harry jerked backwards, or tried to, but it was rather hard with his arms around Draco. He sighed and bent his back awkwardly so he could press his forehead against Draco's left shoulder blade. His muscles were starting to tense from the odd position and Harry seemed to get hurt everytime Draco moved.
For a moment, Draco seemed to have found a position he could hold, but then he sighed and moved again, his shoulders drooping. "Sorry." His voice was a whisper, but the sound reached Harry's ears easily, given that everything else was silent, even the water through which the boat glided.
With a sigh of his own, Harry rubbed his cheek against Draco's back. "It's okay."
Half-expecting the silence to continue, Draco was surprised when the blond spoke again, picking up the duty of conversation. "I think you had a good idea."
"Which idea was that?" asked Harry tiredly. They'd been drifting along the dark lake for what felt like hours, ever since Snape had pushed the boat away from the shore. At first, Harry had ranted and stormed, and thrown out wild ideas one after another until the initial anger had passed. Afterwards, he had tried starting a discussion with Draco, only to have the other boy ignore him sullenly. It didn't occur to Harry until after he had replied that he could have enjoyed a small revenge by ignoring Draco.
"Killing Snape." The words were toneless and followed by yet another sigh, which made Harry want to sigh again as well. He wondered if sighs were always as contagious as yawns, or if it was simply the bored sleepiness that induced the urge.
He settled on nuzzling the back of Draco's neck instead. His response was unplanned and unwise, given his company. "He's probably already dead." Draco stiffened in the circle of his arms before beginning to shake. Harry didn't need the gasping sound of his sobs to realize that Draco had started to cry, spurred by Harry's words to think about a scenario they had been attempting to avoid.
It was difficult to shift in a way that let Draco turn his face into Harry's neck, what with Harry's hands being charmed to stick firmly to Draco's abdomen. They did manage it, however, and Harry tried not to feel too uncomfortable about the idea of snot and tears being liberally smeared agianst his skin.
"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry said with quiet sincerity. He pressed his hands against Draco's stomach in the best imitation of an embrace that he could manage. It would have to wait until the charm ended. Harry was starting to worry the charm would hold until Snape came back or died. Given that Snape had left to turn himself into the Ministry, Harry thought it would be the latter. For Draco's sake, he continued hoped for the former.
After a long while, Draco stopped crying. The cessation was followed by an explosive exhale and the sudden loss of rigidity in Draco's body. He sagged so quickly and heavily in Harry's arms that Harry fell partly backward and set the boat to rocking. Harry held completely still, knowing the danger they would face if the boat tipped, wandless and bound together as they were.
"Draco?" The steady, ragged breathing against his neck testified Draco was still alive, but Draco hadn't been truly relaxed with Harry since the last battle. Harry had missed it, missed the close intimacy and trust it had symbolized, but he still wished Draco had waited until they were out of the boat.
"T-then we'll go with the other plan," Draco said, his voice raw. He forestalled Harry's request for clarification by continuing after just a few second pause. "The one where you magically find us a way off the lake and to the Ministry, and you stride in with typical Gryffindor bravado and demand his release."
"I'll work on that," Harry promised, feeling a small smile tug at his mouth.
"Do that," Draco requested. He started to snuggle against Harry, then pulled away. "Ew. Your neck is slimy."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Try the other side."
With much shrugging and wiggling, Draco wiped his face on Harry's shirt and did as Harry had suggested. Once he was resting against Harry's dry side, he heaved another sigh. "If he's still alive, I think we should Stun him, bind him, and lock him in your attic. We can let that House Elf you stole take care of him."
"You didn't mention gagging him," Harry pointed out. Draco's voice had been serious, and Harry found himself looking up into the dark sky for a star he could wish on; he had no desire to live under the roof with an irate Snape, no matter how strong the bindings might be. The man was as quick with his words as he was with his wand, and neither boded well for Harry's continued safety, mental or physical.
They stopped talking after that, the conversation having apparently run dry, and Harry found himself staring out over the water. It was too dark to do more than project shadows over shadows on the surface, and he found his eyes closing of their own accord. He was nearly asleep when Draco sat up in his arms, and Harry jerked completely awake again.
"Harry," Draco asked sharply. "If we really got out of here, would you do it?"
As far as Harry could see, there was no help or land anywhere in sight, but he answered anyway. "Follow Plan B? Sure."
"You promise?" Draco was practically vibrating with excitement.
"Yes." As soon as the word was out of his mouth, Harry noticed a light. It had been small, a mere pinprick, but it was growing in the sky.
If it was someone come to rescue them and Snape had been captured, Harry would take on the Aurors and the Minister to free Snape. And if it was Snape, well. Harry had a large attic and a recently-discovered penchant for Silencing charms. He'd do what he had to to make Draco happy.
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Rating: Everyone
Prompt(from Isis): charm, drift, (mirror, which I failed to incorporate)
Word Count: 1141
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Notes: Post-War. 1/15th schmoopy. Is only 1/30th betaed, but has been awarded Isis' "Ark-Ark" Seal of Approval.
Summary: Draco has had a long week, Snape is stupid, and Harry, despite his hands being tied (almost literally), still manages to make things better.
They had straddled the seat in the middle of the boat, a compromise required by their enforced proximity. Harry tried to wiggle his fingers on the off-chance that the spell was wearing off, but they stuck fast to Draco's body. He found it interesting that he could press into the skin, but couldn't lift any part of his hands away. Too bad tickling Draco would only make the other boy shift more.
"Would you please stop moving?" Harry muttered for the second time. The first time, his mouth had been pressed against the back of Draco's head and full of blond hair, and the words had been indistinct.
In answer, Draco wiggled in front of him, somehow managing to knock the back of his head against Harry's nose. Again.
Harry jerked backwards, or tried to, but it was rather hard with his arms around Draco. He sighed and bent his back awkwardly so he could press his forehead against Draco's left shoulder blade. His muscles were starting to tense from the odd position and Harry seemed to get hurt everytime Draco moved.
For a moment, Draco seemed to have found a position he could hold, but then he sighed and moved again, his shoulders drooping. "Sorry." His voice was a whisper, but the sound reached Harry's ears easily, given that everything else was silent, even the water through which the boat glided.
With a sigh of his own, Harry rubbed his cheek against Draco's back. "It's okay."
Half-expecting the silence to continue, Draco was surprised when the blond spoke again, picking up the duty of conversation. "I think you had a good idea."
"Which idea was that?" asked Harry tiredly. They'd been drifting along the dark lake for what felt like hours, ever since Snape had pushed the boat away from the shore. At first, Harry had ranted and stormed, and thrown out wild ideas one after another until the initial anger had passed. Afterwards, he had tried starting a discussion with Draco, only to have the other boy ignore him sullenly. It didn't occur to Harry until after he had replied that he could have enjoyed a small revenge by ignoring Draco.
"Killing Snape." The words were toneless and followed by yet another sigh, which made Harry want to sigh again as well. He wondered if sighs were always as contagious as yawns, or if it was simply the bored sleepiness that induced the urge.
He settled on nuzzling the back of Draco's neck instead. His response was unplanned and unwise, given his company. "He's probably already dead." Draco stiffened in the circle of his arms before beginning to shake. Harry didn't need the gasping sound of his sobs to realize that Draco had started to cry, spurred by Harry's words to think about a scenario they had been attempting to avoid.
It was difficult to shift in a way that let Draco turn his face into Harry's neck, what with Harry's hands being charmed to stick firmly to Draco's abdomen. They did manage it, however, and Harry tried not to feel too uncomfortable about the idea of snot and tears being liberally smeared agianst his skin.
"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry said with quiet sincerity. He pressed his hands against Draco's stomach in the best imitation of an embrace that he could manage. It would have to wait until the charm ended. Harry was starting to worry the charm would hold until Snape came back or died. Given that Snape had left to turn himself into the Ministry, Harry thought it would be the latter. For Draco's sake, he continued hoped for the former.
After a long while, Draco stopped crying. The cessation was followed by an explosive exhale and the sudden loss of rigidity in Draco's body. He sagged so quickly and heavily in Harry's arms that Harry fell partly backward and set the boat to rocking. Harry held completely still, knowing the danger they would face if the boat tipped, wandless and bound together as they were.
"Draco?" The steady, ragged breathing against his neck testified Draco was still alive, but Draco hadn't been truly relaxed with Harry since the last battle. Harry had missed it, missed the close intimacy and trust it had symbolized, but he still wished Draco had waited until they were out of the boat.
"T-then we'll go with the other plan," Draco said, his voice raw. He forestalled Harry's request for clarification by continuing after just a few second pause. "The one where you magically find us a way off the lake and to the Ministry, and you stride in with typical Gryffindor bravado and demand his release."
"I'll work on that," Harry promised, feeling a small smile tug at his mouth.
"Do that," Draco requested. He started to snuggle against Harry, then pulled away. "Ew. Your neck is slimy."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Try the other side."
With much shrugging and wiggling, Draco wiped his face on Harry's shirt and did as Harry had suggested. Once he was resting against Harry's dry side, he heaved another sigh. "If he's still alive, I think we should Stun him, bind him, and lock him in your attic. We can let that House Elf you stole take care of him."
"You didn't mention gagging him," Harry pointed out. Draco's voice had been serious, and Harry found himself looking up into the dark sky for a star he could wish on; he had no desire to live under the roof with an irate Snape, no matter how strong the bindings might be. The man was as quick with his words as he was with his wand, and neither boded well for Harry's continued safety, mental or physical.
They stopped talking after that, the conversation having apparently run dry, and Harry found himself staring out over the water. It was too dark to do more than project shadows over shadows on the surface, and he found his eyes closing of their own accord. He was nearly asleep when Draco sat up in his arms, and Harry jerked completely awake again.
"Harry," Draco asked sharply. "If we really got out of here, would you do it?"
As far as Harry could see, there was no help or land anywhere in sight, but he answered anyway. "Follow Plan B? Sure."
"You promise?" Draco was practically vibrating with excitement.
"Yes." As soon as the word was out of his mouth, Harry noticed a light. It had been small, a mere pinprick, but it was growing in the sky.
If it was someone come to rescue them and Snape had been captured, Harry would take on the Aurors and the Minister to free Snape. And if it was Snape, well. Harry had a large attic and a recently-discovered penchant for Silencing charms. He'd do what he had to to make Draco happy.
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