Holding HandsAuthor: lokifan
Word count: 300
Summary: Harry asks Draco out for lunch.
Disclaimer: 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 enchanted_jae, who kindly bought one of the Help Japan vgifts and requested H/D, sushi.
When Harry asked Draco out for lunch, Draco cocked his head and considered. Then his pursed lips grew into a wide smile, and Harry felt his clenched heart relax. “Sushi?”
Harry nodded, and they walked from the Ministry to the nearest hole-in-the-wall. Harry kept close to Draco on the crowded pavement, and felt their hands brush.
Draco ordered salmon nigiri and California rolls with the ease of habit, then got them both a seat around a little folding table. Harry watched Draco’s narrow, pale hands as Draco squeezed soy sauce carefully over his food, letting it soak into the rice, and added a dollop of wasabi to each.
Malfoy looked up; his pale eyes caught Harry watching him, and pink bloomed on his cheeks. “What?”
“Nothing,” Harry said. Hearing something perilously close to fondness in his voice, he hastily filled his mouth with wasabi peas.
Years of friendship with ink-stained, meticulous Hermione, and hundreds of chess games with a Ron gone narrow-eyed and focussed, had taught him to find careful movement endearing. It was a nice change after Dudley’s vicious carelessness and the chaos of fighting bad guys.
Draco’s fingertips were stained with soy sauce, Harry noticed.
He hid a smile in his bottle of water and imagined drawing Draco’s finger into his mouth, curling his tongue round the pad of it and tasting the tang of soy sauce and skin.
The little place was full of the smell of soy sauce and the steam of cooking; it was hard to hear each other over the hubbub of people ordering and the cooks sharing laughs. But Harry and Draco had had enough of yelling at each other over other people’s noise, so they sat and smiled and held eye contact until Draco blushed and looked away.
They left holding hands.