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lokifan_import) wrote2008-05-01 10:34 pm
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I voted!
I voted in the local election today - for the Lib Dems, since I'm that stereotypical liberal, bisexual young English student. I'm really quite excited by it - I've never voted before, I've always been too young.
The people at the polling station were lovely. And very pleased to see someone vote in the local elections, LMAO. Especially someone under twenty-five.
How do we celebrate a milestone? Yep, fic. Specifically, three angsty post-DH drabbles. I'm including the Epilogue That Can Not Be Named, people.
Title: Shared Gaze
Word count: 300 - 3 connected drabbles
Characters/pairings: Harry/Ginny implied, Draco/Astoria implied. Of course, it's all about Harry/Draco.
Author's Notes: Written for
dracoharry100's challenge, intimate
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, though I think I'm often nicer to them than she is.
They never smile.
Draco and Harry haven’t spoken since their last night, but they’ve come to a tacit agreement nonetheless. They don’t smile at each other. It’s silly, really; does nothing to disguise their feelings when they spend this public banquet drowning in each other’s eyes.
Weasley – he’ll never think of her as Mrs Potter – touches Harry’s shoulder and leans down, whispers to him. Draco’s mouth twists at the implied intimacy, and it takes new self-control to stop him yelling at her to take her hand off.
She does. The wedding ring on it glimmers, and Draco abruptly feels sick.
~*~
He’s grown his hair longer since Harry last saw him; Ginny thinks he looks like Lucius. If she watched Draco as he does – scrutinising each inch of pale skin, learning each new wrinkle – she wouldn’t speak such blasphemy.
Draco could never be anyone but himself; the bright centre of Harry’s universe. He shines in company. Sometimes Harry hates that Draco can sense Harry’s presence; he always quietens to return the intimate gaze.
Meeting his eyes is like staring into the sun. Bright and intense, it threatens to bring tears to Harry’s eyes. Draco is far away, and shining, and untouchable.
~*~
Harry jumps when Ginny whispers to him. For a moment he’s filled with resentment that she's interrupted the shared gaze that's the only thing he and Draco now share.
Ginny talks, and he watches Draco. Draco’s hair falls forward, revealing the shadowed nape of his neck. The sight of that intimate, vulnerable skin exposed is a visceral reminder of his loss.
It’s time to leave. Harry drags his gaze away, and keeps it on Ginny’s moon-pale shoulders as he follows her into the dim hall. He looks back for an instant, and glimpses that bright light in Draco’s eyes fading.
The people at the polling station were lovely. And very pleased to see someone vote in the local elections, LMAO. Especially someone under twenty-five.
How do we celebrate a milestone? Yep, fic. Specifically, three angsty post-DH drabbles. I'm including the Epilogue That Can Not Be Named, people.
Title: Shared Gaze
Word count: 300 - 3 connected drabbles
Characters/pairings: Harry/Ginny implied, Draco/Astoria implied. Of course, it's all about Harry/Draco.
Author's Notes: Written for
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Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, though I think I'm often nicer to them than she is.
They never smile.
Draco and Harry haven’t spoken since their last night, but they’ve come to a tacit agreement nonetheless. They don’t smile at each other. It’s silly, really; does nothing to disguise their feelings when they spend this public banquet drowning in each other’s eyes.
Weasley – he’ll never think of her as Mrs Potter – touches Harry’s shoulder and leans down, whispers to him. Draco’s mouth twists at the implied intimacy, and it takes new self-control to stop him yelling at her to take her hand off.
She does. The wedding ring on it glimmers, and Draco abruptly feels sick.
~*~
He’s grown his hair longer since Harry last saw him; Ginny thinks he looks like Lucius. If she watched Draco as he does – scrutinising each inch of pale skin, learning each new wrinkle – she wouldn’t speak such blasphemy.
Draco could never be anyone but himself; the bright centre of Harry’s universe. He shines in company. Sometimes Harry hates that Draco can sense Harry’s presence; he always quietens to return the intimate gaze.
Meeting his eyes is like staring into the sun. Bright and intense, it threatens to bring tears to Harry’s eyes. Draco is far away, and shining, and untouchable.
~*~
Harry jumps when Ginny whispers to him. For a moment he’s filled with resentment that she's interrupted the shared gaze that's the only thing he and Draco now share.
Ginny talks, and he watches Draco. Draco’s hair falls forward, revealing the shadowed nape of his neck. The sight of that intimate, vulnerable skin exposed is a visceral reminder of his loss.
It’s time to leave. Harry drags his gaze away, and keeps it on Ginny’s moon-pale shoulders as he follows her into the dim hall. He looks back for an instant, and glimpses that bright light in Draco’s eyes fading.
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It's funny you said about the pro-gay making people think you were gay - because, same thing with me! My sister told me my parents actually called her, worried, wondering if I was gay - simply because I was pro-gay rights combined with the fact I never tell them about boyfriends.
Other people too have made that comment, a lot at highschool, got harassed for it. And like you say, it's absolutely ridiculous for so many reasons.
I like a private life, especially when talk of boyfriends etc just lead to 'when are you getting marrried?' and frankly, it's tiresome, so I don't talk about it. I mention it on lj, and that's about it.
You've been really brave with it all, and your friends and family sound like good people. Even if some find it hard to understand, it doesn't sound like they would ever contemplate being anything but loving towards you.
Even if they think it's an 'experiment', the fact they're accepting it is just fantastic. You hear some awful stuff about family/friends turning on their own. Yeah, doubting your sincerity/judgement on it is not great, but it might be just time they need to wrap their heads around it.
I've had arguments, raged, had relationships in limbo for weeks over things like this, and I'm now cynical enough that I tend to say as little as possible about a lot. Not to say my people aren't loving too, it's just - people will make up their own minds, fair enough, and no amount of 'discussion' gets through sometimes. It can be upsetting, and I don't have the energy for it anymore.
The one thing I do speak up about is when my nephews get told prejudiced/divisive things, even if it's their parents doing the telling. That makes me flare up, and I forget all about my 'cool distance' thing. Example: The fact you're not good at playing football with them, sis? Not because you're a girl. The fact I'm playing football pretty damn well with them should give a clue.
Sorry! Cool distance - *g* - yeah, right.
And good afternoon to you!:)- I slept so late and I feel like a zombie! I'm not a night owl, although I am occasionally insomniac, and it's a sunny day and I should be going out but I'm just dead from the late night.
And I'll stop the verbal diarrhea right now!:)
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I am lucky, you're right. I'm going to try to keep that in mind better, especially since your family sounds - not as bad as some, certainly, but not as accepting as mine on this stuff.