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hackthis_archiveLong live Jeff .
April Showers
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i.
Wise men say it looks like rain today. It crackled on the speakers, and trickled down the sleepy subway trains. For heavy eyes could hardly hold us, aching legs that often told us - It's all worth it. We all fall in love sometimes.
Harry’s trainers made squishing sounds when he walked, and his trousers clung to his thighs through the weight of his soaked robe. The incessant rain was a thoroughly unpleasant experience, and one that was only exacerbated by Harry's delayed entry through the uncovered doorway. Only an idiot would have left the house in December without an umbrella, but really, what could possibly have gone wrong in a walk to the corner?
Sod’s Law, naturally.
It had been threatening to rain the entire morning, but Harry was never one to be held hostage by the weather. Of course Mother Nature was more temperamental than Hermione, and Harry would never understand women. Of course he had never had to live with them either - Aunt Petunia notwithstanding - so that was probably self-explanatory; and men simply didn’t care about the same things.
Men were generally so easy to please.
Harry was happy with basic things: Quidditch at Ron’s house, Sunday morning lie-ins, Muggle beer of the Newcastle Brown variety and the ever-present grayish-blue tinge to the London sky. He had never been that keen on rain. He had never been that keen on wet clothes, or the haphazard London weather, or being forced out of his warm bed to go to the newsagent either - especially by someone who claimed all Muddle periodicals were crap.
The things Harry did in the name of love.
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ii.
I used to live alone before I knew you. I've seen your flag on the marble arch, but love is not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujahia"
Harry used to remember things - like his house keys - when leaving the flat. Of course he also used to live alone and certain concessions had to be made. For the most part Harry ignored the downsides to having a flatmate - a live-in lover - but every now and then he couldn’t ignore them. Especially when he could feel the water dripping off his nose and his glasses were fogged up and he couldn’t. Get. In. The. Bleeding. Flat.
It couldn’t possibly be his own fault for forgetting the keys, not when a quick ‘I’ll run to the newsagent for your lazy arse if it will stop the whinging’ turned into a twenty-minute goodbye shag; which then forced him to spend an additional five minutes looking for an errant trainer. No, none of it was Harry’s fault. It never really was, but when he caught cold and passed it on to Draco he’d surely lay the blame on Harry.
Sometimes it was like living with Snape, only with better hair.
“You look like a drowned rat.”
“Because you always look so appealing yourself.” It was a remark that reeked of irony of the highest quality, if only because Harry knew how Draco liked his sarcasm - with the Sunday Prophet and a side order of beans on toast.
The grin always managed to say it all, and perhaps that was why Harry was the only one ever graced with it.
“I’m not the one dripping all over the doorstop, Potter.”
“We can always rectify that situation if you like.” Harry certainly wouldn’t mind seeing a wet, half dressed Draco. Of course, if he had his druthers Harry would prefer a fully naked Draco – in a hot shower.
“I’d rather not, if it’s all the same to you. Were you planning on coming in any time soon?”
“No, I thought I would just stay out here and save on the water tax. I'd hate for there to be another draught problem in June.”
“How kind of you. I’m sure the Muggles will be more than happy to post you an MBE award, directly, for your valiant efforts; I’ve heard they’re giving them away for free these days.”
“What would I need another trophy for? I already have the required toy boy.”
“In the house. Now.”
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iii.
All flowers in time bend towards the sun/ I know you say that there's no one for you but here is one, here is one...
Learning to live together had been the most interesting experiment Harry had done with Draco since the horn incident in their last year at Hogwarts. There had been disagreements over who slept on what side of the bed – they compromised by sharing the middle - as well as the obligatory Quidditch difference of opinion and what sort of milk was best. There had been a whole third of a night on the sofa based around what Muggle inventions would be allowed – yes, to the telly and Xbox; no, to the Mini. And then there were the general arguments over whether it was quicker to use the Underground or actually stand in the middle of roundabout by Belsize Park and hope for a ride.
For the most part they were domesticated and it seemed to work. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy living happily ever after until they killed each other.
“I brought you something.”
“You mean apart from the puddle you’re making on the floor? How thoughtful.”
“Well, they’ve already been watered, but if don’t want them I’m sure they’d look lovely in the rubbish bin.”
Silence.
“You – you brought me flowers?”
“Not what you were expecting I take it?”
“Did someone die?”
“Not to my knowledge.”
“Are you expecting me to believe that those are for me?”
“Who else would they be for?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then neither do I.”
“They’re really for me?”
“Perhaps it’s just a bad Muggle habit that I read about somewhere – buying flowers for the one you love.”
“Oh, well I suppose they’re not all bad then, the Muggles I mean.”
“I knew you’d come around one day.”
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i. ‘We all Fall in Love Sometimes’
ii. ‘Hallelujhia’
iii. ‘All Flowers in Time’
special thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
addictedkitten and wyoluvr
April Showers
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i.
Wise men say it looks like rain today. It crackled on the speakers, and trickled down the sleepy subway trains. For heavy eyes could hardly hold us, aching legs that often told us - It's all worth it. We all fall in love sometimes.
Harry’s trainers made squishing sounds when he walked, and his trousers clung to his thighs through the weight of his soaked robe. The incessant rain was a thoroughly unpleasant experience, and one that was only exacerbated by Harry's delayed entry through the uncovered doorway. Only an idiot would have left the house in December without an umbrella, but really, what could possibly have gone wrong in a walk to the corner?
Sod’s Law, naturally.
It had been threatening to rain the entire morning, but Harry was never one to be held hostage by the weather. Of course Mother Nature was more temperamental than Hermione, and Harry would never understand women. Of course he had never had to live with them either - Aunt Petunia notwithstanding - so that was probably self-explanatory; and men simply didn’t care about the same things.
Men were generally so easy to please.
Harry was happy with basic things: Quidditch at Ron’s house, Sunday morning lie-ins, Muggle beer of the Newcastle Brown variety and the ever-present grayish-blue tinge to the London sky. He had never been that keen on rain. He had never been that keen on wet clothes, or the haphazard London weather, or being forced out of his warm bed to go to the newsagent either - especially by someone who claimed all Muddle periodicals were crap.
The things Harry did in the name of love.
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ii.
I used to live alone before I knew you. I've seen your flag on the marble arch, but love is not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujahia"
Harry used to remember things - like his house keys - when leaving the flat. Of course he also used to live alone and certain concessions had to be made. For the most part Harry ignored the downsides to having a flatmate - a live-in lover - but every now and then he couldn’t ignore them. Especially when he could feel the water dripping off his nose and his glasses were fogged up and he couldn’t. Get. In. The. Bleeding. Flat.
It couldn’t possibly be his own fault for forgetting the keys, not when a quick ‘I’ll run to the newsagent for your lazy arse if it will stop the whinging’ turned into a twenty-minute goodbye shag; which then forced him to spend an additional five minutes looking for an errant trainer. No, none of it was Harry’s fault. It never really was, but when he caught cold and passed it on to Draco he’d surely lay the blame on Harry.
Sometimes it was like living with Snape, only with better hair.
“You look like a drowned rat.”
“Because you always look so appealing yourself.” It was a remark that reeked of irony of the highest quality, if only because Harry knew how Draco liked his sarcasm - with the Sunday Prophet and a side order of beans on toast.
The grin always managed to say it all, and perhaps that was why Harry was the only one ever graced with it.
“I’m not the one dripping all over the doorstop, Potter.”
“We can always rectify that situation if you like.” Harry certainly wouldn’t mind seeing a wet, half dressed Draco. Of course, if he had his druthers Harry would prefer a fully naked Draco – in a hot shower.
“I’d rather not, if it’s all the same to you. Were you planning on coming in any time soon?”
“No, I thought I would just stay out here and save on the water tax. I'd hate for there to be another draught problem in June.”
“How kind of you. I’m sure the Muggles will be more than happy to post you an MBE award, directly, for your valiant efforts; I’ve heard they’re giving them away for free these days.”
“What would I need another trophy for? I already have the required toy boy.”
“In the house. Now.”
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iii.
All flowers in time bend towards the sun/ I know you say that there's no one for you but here is one, here is one...
Learning to live together had been the most interesting experiment Harry had done with Draco since the horn incident in their last year at Hogwarts. There had been disagreements over who slept on what side of the bed – they compromised by sharing the middle - as well as the obligatory Quidditch difference of opinion and what sort of milk was best. There had been a whole third of a night on the sofa based around what Muggle inventions would be allowed – yes, to the telly and Xbox; no, to the Mini. And then there were the general arguments over whether it was quicker to use the Underground or actually stand in the middle of roundabout by Belsize Park and hope for a ride.
For the most part they were domesticated and it seemed to work. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy living happily ever after until they killed each other.
“I brought you something.”
“You mean apart from the puddle you’re making on the floor? How thoughtful.”
“Well, they’ve already been watered, but if don’t want them I’m sure they’d look lovely in the rubbish bin.”
Silence.
“You – you brought me flowers?”
“Not what you were expecting I take it?”
“Did someone die?”
“Not to my knowledge.”
“Are you expecting me to believe that those are for me?”
“Who else would they be for?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then neither do I.”
“They’re really for me?”
“Perhaps it’s just a bad Muggle habit that I read about somewhere – buying flowers for the one you love.”
“Oh, well I suppose they’re not all bad then, the Muggles I mean.”
“I knew you’d come around one day.”
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i. ‘We all Fall in Love Sometimes’
ii. ‘Hallelujhia’
iii. ‘All Flowers in Time’
special thanks to
addictedkitten and wyoluvr
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Date: 2002-08-29 12:37 pm (UTC)::woobie!:: i'm all warm and fuzzy now.
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Date: 2002-08-29 12:55 pm (UTC)woobie!
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Date: 2002-08-29 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-29 10:05 pm (UTC)This was just so adorable. H/D fluff with the appropriate amount of snark. And I suppose this is just a personal quirk, but I do love reading about rain (or rainy weather, or characters in the rain, and so on) and stuff like this is why. It's so visceral, the details really make me feel the weather, and I can totally picture Harry on the doorstep, waiting indignantly for Draco to let him in. And the shagging, and domesticity, and Draco reading the paper, and the flowers, and I just love it all so much. ::happy sigh:: Really, you kill me in the best way possible.
sap for sara!
Date: 2002-08-30 09:25 am (UTC)how could i not send you a shout-out in my H/D fluff? especially considering how you got me started thinking about it after how desperate i was for you to write some. *g*
i know this is completely sappy and plotless, but damnit, i like it - so i'm really, really glad you like it as well. *vbg*
oh dear
Date: 2002-09-02 05:53 pm (UTC)my fave line of that song is the one you quote and then: remember when I moved in you/and the holy ghost was moving too/and every breath we drew was hallelujah
Leonard Cohen as sung by Jeff is close enough to heaven that when I listen to it, I have to sit in the bath for fear of combusting.
um //if only because Harry knew how Draco liked his sarcasm - with the Sunday Prophet and a side order of beans on toast.//
you crack me up, you know?
I want one for "Lover, You Should Have Come Over" she's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever...but not H/D! You are a sap, but you do it up so sweet, all honey and apples, I just can't be anything but happy.
moving along to the fic
Re: oh dear
Date: 2002-09-03 09:32 am (UTC)the dark overlord commands and so it shall be done! *g*
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