A Better FateWord count:
Draco had never said he’d change.Warnings:
The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This was written for Round Four of the Harry/Draco Last Drabble Writer Standing, and the prompt was “enough with this”.
The title is from e e cummings: “Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.”
This was the third time they’d woken up together, and it still made a thrill sing through Harry like a chord hanging in the air. “Morning.”
“Morning,” Draco responded with a slow stretch. “God, I feel a Muggleborn Healer’s been at me.”
Harry blinked. “Pardon?”
Draco glanced at him through eyes still glazed with sleep. “What? Don’t get all righteous on me, I can’t be doing with it at this hour.”
So it wasn’t a mistake or misinterpretation. Harry glared; anger snapped back into place, so simple and so right
when he was looking at this cold-eyed creature. “I can’t believe you’d say that. I thought you’d changed.”
“I never pretended,” Draco snarled, his upper lip peeling back to reveal his teeth. “You just forgot – the sex was good so you forgot what I really am!” He was off the bed and dressing in an instant.
“Enough,” Harry half-spluttered, the word mangled as he forced it from his throat. “Enough.”
Draco paused, staring. He was posed to leave, still with only one shoe on, frozen in the early-morning light streaming through the open door.
Harry came forward and dragged him from the rays of light, pulling him backwards towards the shadowed bed. They collapsed together into the sheets and Harry kissed him, long and soft and deep, until Draco stopped trying to speak.
Harry knew they were doomed, but what did it matter? He’d enjoy the light at the end of the tunnel until he was squashed by the train.