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FICLET: War Orphans - 6 (Dean/Draco)
Title: War orphans - 6
Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: invisible line
Rating: PG
Word count: 558
AN: Part six of thirteen. Links to previous and next parts below.
Link to prompt table: here!
War Orphans - 6
The thing was he couldn’t focus on anything else, and he had no idea how to proceed. He kept doodling wild magical creatures in Charms and staring at him whenever they studied together. Like now.
“Draco?”
The blond’s head snapped up; he stared at him with wide eyes, and it took Dean a beat to realize it was the first time he had ever called him by his first name.
“Er…” Nice.
“You just…”
Dean pulled himself together. “It doesn’t feel right to keep calling you by your last name, so…” He paused and frowned. “You can call me Dean by the way, seeing that we’re here all the time…”
The other boy seemed stunned. Was it that weird?
“So Malfoy,” Dean tried again cautiously. The blond seemed to come back to his senses; he shook his head.
“You can call me Draco, it’s fine,” he said. “It’s just that…” He snorted at the absurdity of his own reaction. “I hadn’t heard my first name in a while. Wasn’t expecting it.”
Dean’s eyebrows flew up to the sky.
“Never mind…,” Draco said awkwardly. “You were saying?”
But Dean couldn’t remember. He shook his head in disbelief.
“I forgot,” he snorted. “Something about Charms, obviously.”
Not too far next to him around the table, Draco was watching him intently, his eyes flicking from his face to the open book on which Dean’s fingers were tapping lightly. Dean frowned thoughtfully. He had seen the other boy look at him this way several times, and now that he thought about it… He glanced over his shoulder, checking that there was no one in sight, and turned to look at Draco in the eye.
“Do you want to be friends?”
“What?”
“I mean, do you want us to be friends?”
Draco’s brows knitted into a wary frown.
“Start making more sense, Thomas.”
His tone made Dean’s heart race a little. He took a short breath in and just went for it.
“I’m bi, and I’m not sure I want to be friends… with you.”
And Draco was dumbstruck again.
“We can be friends,” Dean said, unable to stop now. “It’s not like I’m going to jump you or anything. I just wanted to tell you… Er, you okay?”
Draco blinked. “You’re bi?” he croaked, clearing his throat when he heard what it sounded like.
“Yeah…”
Dean felt a crazy little lurch in his stomach as the idea that Draco might not mind what he had just said crept further and further into his head. He itched to just ask him out, but he refrained and waited to see what would happen. Besides, he would be a bit redundant if he did.
When Draco still sat half-gaping at him, looking as though he had been spelled frozen, Dean couldn’t wait any longer. He leant up a little from his chair and inched closer to Draco, his fingers coming to brush against the pale skin, his breath ghosting over the corner of the other boy’s mouth. He slid past his cheek, and his nose and lips brushed against Draco’s ear. He felt the blond shudder, but he didn’t move or push him away. Yet.
A hand settled on his arm and made him draw back a little. He caught his eye briefly, and then the hand was on his neck and their lips touched.
Back to part 5 --- Part 7
Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: invisible line
Rating: PG
Word count: 558
AN: Part six of thirteen. Links to previous and next parts below.
Link to prompt table: here!
The thing was he couldn’t focus on anything else, and he had no idea how to proceed. He kept doodling wild magical creatures in Charms and staring at him whenever they studied together. Like now.
“Draco?”
The blond’s head snapped up; he stared at him with wide eyes, and it took Dean a beat to realize it was the first time he had ever called him by his first name.
“Er…” Nice.
“You just…”
Dean pulled himself together. “It doesn’t feel right to keep calling you by your last name, so…” He paused and frowned. “You can call me Dean by the way, seeing that we’re here all the time…”
The other boy seemed stunned. Was it that weird?
“So Malfoy,” Dean tried again cautiously. The blond seemed to come back to his senses; he shook his head.
“You can call me Draco, it’s fine,” he said. “It’s just that…” He snorted at the absurdity of his own reaction. “I hadn’t heard my first name in a while. Wasn’t expecting it.”
Dean’s eyebrows flew up to the sky.
“Never mind…,” Draco said awkwardly. “You were saying?”
But Dean couldn’t remember. He shook his head in disbelief.
“I forgot,” he snorted. “Something about Charms, obviously.”
Not too far next to him around the table, Draco was watching him intently, his eyes flicking from his face to the open book on which Dean’s fingers were tapping lightly. Dean frowned thoughtfully. He had seen the other boy look at him this way several times, and now that he thought about it… He glanced over his shoulder, checking that there was no one in sight, and turned to look at Draco in the eye.
“Do you want to be friends?”
“What?”
“I mean, do you want us to be friends?”
Draco’s brows knitted into a wary frown.
“Start making more sense, Thomas.”
His tone made Dean’s heart race a little. He took a short breath in and just went for it.
“I’m bi, and I’m not sure I want to be friends… with you.”
And Draco was dumbstruck again.
“We can be friends,” Dean said, unable to stop now. “It’s not like I’m going to jump you or anything. I just wanted to tell you… Er, you okay?”
Draco blinked. “You’re bi?” he croaked, clearing his throat when he heard what it sounded like.
“Yeah…”
Dean felt a crazy little lurch in his stomach as the idea that Draco might not mind what he had just said crept further and further into his head. He itched to just ask him out, but he refrained and waited to see what would happen. Besides, he would be a bit redundant if he did.
When Draco still sat half-gaping at him, looking as though he had been spelled frozen, Dean couldn’t wait any longer. He leant up a little from his chair and inched closer to Draco, his fingers coming to brush against the pale skin, his breath ghosting over the corner of the other boy’s mouth. He slid past his cheek, and his nose and lips brushed against Draco’s ear. He felt the blond shudder, but he didn’t move or push him away. Yet.
A hand settled on his arm and made him draw back a little. He caught his eye briefly, and then the hand was on his neck and their lips touched.
Back to part 5 --- Part 7