One Sweet Day
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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17
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2,337
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12
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Chapter 12
"Harry, you have got to be out of your MIND! The Forbidden Forest? Are you crazy?"
"Are you scared?" Harry asked, walking resolutely towards the dark and twisted woods. Draco hung back a moment, clearly hesitating.
"... No," he said, and jogged to catch up. "I'll be damned if you'll show me up this way." He still looked apprehensive as they approached the tree-line.
"Come on, Draco, I've been in here dozens of times. As long as we don't go TOO far in, we'll be fine. I promise. And besides, you've got your wand. If it makes you feel any better, you're going in with me. If anything mad and hairy jumps out of the woods at you, I'll be here to protect you."
"You, protect me?" Draco asked, his ego finally getting the better of his fear. "If anyone's going to be protecting anyone, I'll be the one defending you. I can't go back and tell the rest of the world that their Saviour got hurt because I couldn't face down a ..." his words faltered as he realized he didn't know exactly what they would be facing in the forest. "An anything," he said firmly after a short pause. Harry snorted, but let it pass.
They hadn't gone five feet into the forest when Harry stopped short. "Draco, can you see them?" he asked, and beside him, Draco's hand slipped into his, trembling.
"What are those?" he asked. Harry looked sad.
"The horses?" He asked, making sure they were looking at the same thing. Draco nodded, and Harry sighed. "Thestrals. They pull the carriages when we get here. You only see them if you've witnessed someone dying. Who was it?"
"My aunt Caecilia. She was sick for a long time, and when we went to see her, she died talking to me. For a long time, I thought I'd killed her, but she died smiling."
"She wasn't a Black," Harry said, and Draco shook his head.
"Caecilia Malfoy. She married my father's brother." The Thestral moved on, but Draco didn't let go of Harry's hand. His skin felt warm where they contacted.
The sun filtered through the branches of the trees, still fully cloaked in leaves, though they were browning as the season wore on. Draco turned his face up to it, and breathed deeply.
"It's not as bad out here as I thought it would be," he said. "Of course, it's not nearly so bad as it is at night."
Harry's amused reply was cut off by the sound of something large moving through the brush. The Thestral had been eerily quiet throughout the entire exchange, and both boy's knew it wasn't another. Harry's first impulse was to run, but Draco shook his head, holding him still.
(Do they run? Chapter 14)
(Do they stay and confront whatever it is? Chapter 15)
"Are you scared?" Harry asked, walking resolutely towards the dark and twisted woods. Draco hung back a moment, clearly hesitating.
"... No," he said, and jogged to catch up. "I'll be damned if you'll show me up this way." He still looked apprehensive as they approached the tree-line.
"Come on, Draco, I've been in here dozens of times. As long as we don't go TOO far in, we'll be fine. I promise. And besides, you've got your wand. If it makes you feel any better, you're going in with me. If anything mad and hairy jumps out of the woods at you, I'll be here to protect you."
"You, protect me?" Draco asked, his ego finally getting the better of his fear. "If anyone's going to be protecting anyone, I'll be the one defending you. I can't go back and tell the rest of the world that their Saviour got hurt because I couldn't face down a ..." his words faltered as he realized he didn't know exactly what they would be facing in the forest. "An anything," he said firmly after a short pause. Harry snorted, but let it pass.
They hadn't gone five feet into the forest when Harry stopped short. "Draco, can you see them?" he asked, and beside him, Draco's hand slipped into his, trembling.
"What are those?" he asked. Harry looked sad.
"The horses?" He asked, making sure they were looking at the same thing. Draco nodded, and Harry sighed. "Thestrals. They pull the carriages when we get here. You only see them if you've witnessed someone dying. Who was it?"
"My aunt Caecilia. She was sick for a long time, and when we went to see her, she died talking to me. For a long time, I thought I'd killed her, but she died smiling."
"She wasn't a Black," Harry said, and Draco shook his head.
"Caecilia Malfoy. She married my father's brother." The Thestral moved on, but Draco didn't let go of Harry's hand. His skin felt warm where they contacted.
The sun filtered through the branches of the trees, still fully cloaked in leaves, though they were browning as the season wore on. Draco turned his face up to it, and breathed deeply.
"It's not as bad out here as I thought it would be," he said. "Of course, it's not nearly so bad as it is at night."
Harry's amused reply was cut off by the sound of something large moving through the brush. The Thestral had been eerily quiet throughout the entire exchange, and both boy's knew it wasn't another. Harry's first impulse was to run, but Draco shook his head, holding him still.
(Do they run? Chapter 14)
(Do they stay and confront whatever it is? Chapter 15)