TBTM - Uncertainty
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moonlite_trystOMG! I finally wrote something at last - a timestamp ficlet (or long drabble, depending on how you look at it) for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coffeejunkii who requested a Tomorrow Belongs to Me future fic:
It had been thirty six months of happiness, approximately. Approximately, because Harry’s Portkey lagged brain, despite the afternoon nap, couldn’t be more specific at that moment. Well, it hadn’t exactly been a nap, more a passion-filled bout of spectacular make up sex fuelled by Draco’s need to show Harry what he thought mere words could not convey - Harry had nothing to worry about.
Put like that, Harry thought while gazing from the balcony of Draco’s suite over the immaculate gardens below, and it did make him seem selfish for protesting so vehemently about staying here, in this house - the house he had left with Draco on the eve of Faith’s wedding three years ago.
Yet old doubts once buried had soon resurfaced, coiling in his gut before rising to painfully clench his heart, once the magnificent iron gates barring entry to the Malfoy estate had swung silently open before them upon their arrival for the christening of Draco’s six month old grandson, leaving Harry with a sense of foreboding rather then welcome.
Doubts about Draco wanting to leave England and his family once more to return home – their home in Canada.
Doubts about how much he would want to stay with Harry once he’d held the future in his arms and looked into it’s clear grey eyes.
Harry turned and looked across the quiet room toward Draco’s sleeping form. As the moments of quiet introspection slipped by, he realised that when he really thought about it: thought about the quiet joy on Draco’s face, shinning through his eyes when he explained that never, during those long years apart, had he dared to hope that one day he would be able to share this room, his bed with Harry, then he could push the shadows of those doubts away because he was loved, loved enough to leave all this behind once more.
coffeejunkii who requested a Tomorrow Belongs to Me future fic:It had been thirty six months of happiness, approximately. Approximately, because Harry’s Portkey lagged brain, despite the afternoon nap, couldn’t be more specific at that moment. Well, it hadn’t exactly been a nap, more a passion-filled bout of spectacular make up sex fuelled by Draco’s need to show Harry what he thought mere words could not convey - Harry had nothing to worry about.
Put like that, Harry thought while gazing from the balcony of Draco’s suite over the immaculate gardens below, and it did make him seem selfish for protesting so vehemently about staying here, in this house - the house he had left with Draco on the eve of Faith’s wedding three years ago.
Yet old doubts once buried had soon resurfaced, coiling in his gut before rising to painfully clench his heart, once the magnificent iron gates barring entry to the Malfoy estate had swung silently open before them upon their arrival for the christening of Draco’s six month old grandson, leaving Harry with a sense of foreboding rather then welcome.
Doubts about Draco wanting to leave England and his family once more to return home – their home in Canada.
Doubts about how much he would want to stay with Harry once he’d held the future in his arms and looked into it’s clear grey eyes.
Harry turned and looked across the quiet room toward Draco’s sleeping form. As the moments of quiet introspection slipped by, he realised that when he really thought about it: thought about the quiet joy on Draco’s face, shinning through his eyes when he explained that never, during those long years apart, had he dared to hope that one day he would be able to share this room, his bed with Harry, then he could push the shadows of those doubts away because he was loved, loved enough to leave all this behind once more.
