Keeping You Here
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talekaylerTitle: Keeping You Here
Rating: R
Word Count: 100 x 4
Challenge: Written for dracoharry100![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dracoharry100’s challenge #174 Dungeon.
Summary: He doesn’t bother asking Harry what he’s doing down here. He thinks he knows anyways.
A/N: All mistakes are my own! Totally mistook the prompt. Could have sworn it was dungeon.... But mistake may be attributed to late hour, so... *shrugs*
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Draco’s steps are slow and measured as he walks down to the dungeons.
Harry is standing in the middle of the room, his arms wrapped around himself as he gazes around the cellar. Draco stands in the doorway, the light from the corridor drifting past him and making his shadow slither along the floor.
He moves forwards and wraps his arms around Harry, resting his chin on Harry’s shoulder. Harry raises his hands and places them on where Draco’s are knotted together on his stomach.
He doesn’t bother asking Harry what he’s doing down here. He thinks he knows anyways.
-.-
The memories of the war assault them as they stand together. Draco has never been able to erase the image of Harry standing in the foyer that night, hair over-long, dirty and with a spell-swollen face. It comes back full force now, makes his knees weak.
Harry’s voice seems to resonate within the dungeon when he speaks. “Can we make new memories here?”
Draco buries his nose in Harry’s neck and runs his hands over Harry’s chest. He lowers them to the cold stone of the floor until they are kneeling, front to back. Draco’s hands never cease their movements, supporting and encouraging in equal measures.
-.-
Their clothes come off easily, spread around them on the floor. Harry’s breath hitches on every inward stroke Draco makes, slow and steady as they kneel on the floor, the stone digging into their knees and surely leaving them bloody and ridden with bruises.
Draco’s arms are still tightly wrapped around Harry’s waist, keeping the close contact between them. He turns his head and kisses the soft spot behind Harry’s ear, licks his neck and gently bites his shoulder.
The sound of their lovemaking echoes off the stone of the dungeons, and it amplifies Harry’s drawn out keen of “Draco!”
-.-
Draco’s robe is spread underneath them as they lie facing each other on the dungeon floor, hands gently exploring. Draco skates his hand over Harry’s side, coming to a rest on his hip. Harry’s eyes are still a little dazed, and there’s that small spark that only presents itself at times like this.
“Thanks,” he murmurs. Draco replies with a small smile.
The war has been over for going onto forty years now, but there is still the odd time when Harry is forced back into those long years, back into the depth of the war.
Draco’s not going to lose Harry to the insanity.
fin
Rating: R
Word Count: 100 x 4
Challenge: Written for dracoharry100
dracoharry100’s challenge #174 Dungeon.Summary: He doesn’t bother asking Harry what he’s doing down here. He thinks he knows anyways.
A/N: All mistakes are my own! Totally mistook the prompt. Could have sworn it was dungeon.... But mistake may be attributed to late hour, so... *shrugs*
--
Draco’s steps are slow and measured as he walks down to the dungeons.
Harry is standing in the middle of the room, his arms wrapped around himself as he gazes around the cellar. Draco stands in the doorway, the light from the corridor drifting past him and making his shadow slither along the floor.
He moves forwards and wraps his arms around Harry, resting his chin on Harry’s shoulder. Harry raises his hands and places them on where Draco’s are knotted together on his stomach.
He doesn’t bother asking Harry what he’s doing down here. He thinks he knows anyways.
-.-
The memories of the war assault them as they stand together. Draco has never been able to erase the image of Harry standing in the foyer that night, hair over-long, dirty and with a spell-swollen face. It comes back full force now, makes his knees weak.
Harry’s voice seems to resonate within the dungeon when he speaks. “Can we make new memories here?”
Draco buries his nose in Harry’s neck and runs his hands over Harry’s chest. He lowers them to the cold stone of the floor until they are kneeling, front to back. Draco’s hands never cease their movements, supporting and encouraging in equal measures.
-.-
Their clothes come off easily, spread around them on the floor. Harry’s breath hitches on every inward stroke Draco makes, slow and steady as they kneel on the floor, the stone digging into their knees and surely leaving them bloody and ridden with bruises.
Draco’s arms are still tightly wrapped around Harry’s waist, keeping the close contact between them. He turns his head and kisses the soft spot behind Harry’s ear, licks his neck and gently bites his shoulder.
The sound of their lovemaking echoes off the stone of the dungeons, and it amplifies Harry’s drawn out keen of “Draco!”
-.-
Draco’s robe is spread underneath them as they lie facing each other on the dungeon floor, hands gently exploring. Draco skates his hand over Harry’s side, coming to a rest on his hip. Harry’s eyes are still a little dazed, and there’s that small spark that only presents itself at times like this.
“Thanks,” he murmurs. Draco replies with a small smile.
The war has been over for going onto forty years now, but there is still the odd time when Harry is forced back into those long years, back into the depth of the war.
Draco’s not going to lose Harry to the insanity.
fin
