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Title: Stoic
Author: Lilith (![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Harry and Draco
Word Count: 100 words
Rating: Gen (one swearword)
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.
"Does it hurt?"
Not waiting for an answer, his hand stretches toward the bloodied chin, the least of his enemy's wounds, the only one he can bear to look at. Fingers still rank with smoke freeze a fraction of an inch above raw skin, their auras bleeding together but not daring more. Harry winces nonetheless.
"I'm fine," he parries.
"Of course you are. You're Harry Potter."
He means it, but like everything between them, it's misunderstood. Bloodshot eyes glare, glazed and terrible behind spider-webbed spectacles. "Fuck off, Malfoy."
His hand hangs in the air, still frozen, long after Harry's gone.
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A/N: Inspired by this picture:
Author: Lilith (
lilithilien)Pairing: Harry and Draco
Word Count: 100 words
Rating: Gen (one swearword)
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.
"Does it hurt?"
Not waiting for an answer, his hand stretches toward the bloodied chin, the least of his enemy's wounds, the only one he can bear to look at. Fingers still rank with smoke freeze a fraction of an inch above raw skin, their auras bleeding together but not daring more. Harry winces nonetheless.
"I'm fine," he parries.
"Of course you are. You're Harry Potter."
He means it, but like everything between them, it's misunderstood. Bloodshot eyes glare, glazed and terrible behind spider-webbed spectacles. "Fuck off, Malfoy."
His hand hangs in the air, still frozen, long after Harry's gone.
A/N: Inspired by this picture: