Present
Archiving: just ask.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: H/D
Date Written: August 5, 2005
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: for Reesa, who wanted Draco giving someone a present. Heh. :D
�Malfoy,� said Harry evenly. �What�s this?�
Draco slid his other hand in his pocket and eyed him. He had grown a lot taller, still enjoying the spurt that had left his hands long and graceful and his figure lean, as dark and wiry as his hair. �That would be a horcrux, Harry,� he said helpfully. �Number five, I believe.�
Harry stared at the bundle of cloth in Draco�s outstretched hand. �Why would you��
�Consider it a present,� Draco shrugged.
Harry�s eyes narrowed. �You just show up and expect me to trust you, just like that?� Draco watched the light flicker over the rims of Harry�s glasses and thought that in all the years they�d known each other, known each other well, he�d never seen Harry remove his glasses. He reached up and gently lifted them off Harry�s face. Harry�s eyes widened, but he stayed still and allowed the touch.
�Apparently, that�s exactly what you�re doing,� Draco replied.
�You�re crazy,� said Harry, his voice low. �This could be a portkey, it could be anything, it could be��
�The key to your destruction, yes, yes, but could we just get on with it?� Draco said. �I haven�t got all day.�
�What is it?� said Harry. �How did you get it?�
�It�s a wand, of course,� snapped Draco.
�Whose?�
�My father�s, if you must know.�
�Your father�s wand is a horcrux?� Harry blinked and his eyes went even wider. �What are you doing with it?�
�The dead don�t really have much use for magic, Potter,� said Draco dryly.
If nothing else, he appreciated the look on Harry�s face. �Oh,� Harry said. �Who��
�Voldemort,� said Draco tersely. �But he didn�t know I knew about the Horcrux, and he didn�t have time to retrieve the wand before me.�
�Why did you come to me?� said Harry.
�I heard you were in the market,� shrugged Draco.
�Draco�� said Harry, and his voice held something new, like admiration or regret or respect or something equally imbecilic that caused Draco to clench the hand holding Harry�s glasses into a fist.
�Look, I rather need to go before the Death Eaters follow me here and kill one or both of us,� he said as snidely as he knew how, �and as I�d prefer it to be you, I hope you won�t mind my making an early exit.� He laid the wand and cloth down on the table beside him, but Harry reached up and wrapped his hand around Draco�s wrist.
Draco looked up, and a moment later strong fingers were tugging him forward and Harry�s lips were meeting his in a dry, hurried kiss.
Draco smirked against Harry�s lips, which were chapped and awkward, and prolonged the contact while he skittered his fingers over the inside of Harry�s wrist. When they broke apart he got an unforgettable glimpse of the raw green of Harry�s eyes without his glasses.
�Here, I suspect you�ll need these,� he said lightly, handing them back to him.
�Thanks,� said Harry, lightly as well, though his cheeks were tinged with red. �And thank you for the present.�
�Don�t mention it,� said Draco.
Harry grinned a bit shyly at him and unwrapped the wand. A second later there was a loud pop and a rush of wind as he vanished from sight.
�I didn�t say it was for you,� Draco added, and slid his hands back into his pockets.