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.


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