Title: Never Having to Say He's Sorry
Author: Marks (baracct@yahoo.com)
Summary: Harry and Draco go to the video store. It's completely innocent. Really.
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Categories: Drama, Slash
Notes: Written for Slash Challenge. The scenario was "Harry and Draco argue at a videostore over what to rent for their evening." I like twisting things to my own sick visions, I do, I do! Title comes from the tagline of the movie they're discussing.

Harry lifted his glasses slightly, rubbing at his eyes. "Tired."

"You're always tired." Draco picked a box off the shelf, shook his head, then replaced it. Harry leaned back, resting his head against Draco's shoulder. "You need more Vitamin C."

A smile twitched at the corners of Harry's mouth. "You've been watching those newsmagazine shows again. I never should have showed you how to work the telly. I swear, some days you never move from that thing." He picked up another box, quickly scanning the back. "This one?"

Draco glanced over at the description. "Nah. No blood and guts for tonight. We've had enough of that, right?" He trailed a series of kisses down Harry's face, forehead to chin.

Harry turned and wrapped his arms around Draco. "Romance, then?" He tilted his chin up, quickly licking Draco's upper lip.

"Mmm. Yes. Romance, no blood and guts, then mind-blowing sex afterwards?" The smirk plastered to Draco's face was purely Malfoy, even when dressed in comfortable Muggle casualwear.

"Oh, yes," Harry agreed readily. "Especially to the last part." Harry yawned, then took a step back so he could rub his aching shins. "If I manage to stay awake, that is. My legs are killing me now, too."

Draco peered carefully at Harry, concern written all over his face. "What did you do? Pull a muscle during the pick-up game?"

A line appeared between Harry's eyebrows. "Didn't think so. I suppose." He'd never pulled muscles playing Quidditch before. Harry shrugged. "Must be getting old."

"We all are, love." Draco scanned the shelves. "How about this one?" He showed Harry the title: Love Story.

"Hmm...good title. Looks a little old, but what the hell, right? 'Sides," Harry said, gesturing at the cover, "he's hot."

Draco chuckled, offering Harry his elbow as they approached the counter. Truthfully, he knew how that one ended, having caught it late one night. Beautiful protagonist slowly wasting away -- no blood, no guts, just a teary ending, then a corpse. Kind of like Avada Kedavra, only more painful and drawn out.

There were potions like that, too, Draco knew. Undetectable ones, at that.

Draco watched as Harry flashed the clerk a weary smile, the black circles under his eyes contrasting with his pale skin. God, Draco thought, he sure is beautiful.

 

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