hackthis_archive | just because

I have zero desire to write anything happy… which tells me it’s probably very necessary at this moment. I know a lot of people aren’t writing today in observance, but I think that’s why I am writing.

I present to you The Uncommonly Happy Drabbles, just because.

Uncommonly Happy

Even when Harry sleeps, his hair is out of control; it’s the sort of minor annoyance that only Draco would notice. It’s not really an annoyance though, it’s just an observation. One of many observations that Draco has made in this bed, if only because Draco spends an inordinate amount of time watching Harry sleep. It’s not really an obsession, but Harry's scrunches his nose when he sleeps, and it makes Draco smile. It makes him feel... better.

Watching Harry Potter sleep as a relaxation technique.

Draco has always had sleeping problems, but something about being with Harry has made them disappear. Not that they’ve disappeared entirely, but they’re not nearly as vivid as they used to be. Draco doesn’t have to sleep with the linen over his face to muffle his noises anymore.

He used to dream in Technicolor about crimson blood and peeling skin. In his dreams he smelled burning incense and sulfur flames. Now Draco smells pumpkin juice and dirt. Harry’s hair smells like sour apples, and it’s slightly sticky from something that Draco has one or two guesses about.

Toffee apples are supposed to be for children.

Of course only children are supposed to have hair as unruly as Harry’s, and perhaps that’s why Draco can’t help but be drawn to it. Even in the past, before, well, just before, Draco was entranced by Harry Potter’s black mop. If ‘entranced’ is at all the right word, but how else to explain his accidentally turning Potter’s hair green and silver in their fifth year, or into snakes in their sixth?

In their seventh year he had been aiming for snakes and the Slytherin colors, but by then it was too late. Too late for Draco to pretend that what he felt for Harry was anything akin to animosity.

“’s it blue again?”

Of course Harry would wake up, he seems to know when Draco’s watching.

“Sorry?”

“My hair, is it blue again?” Ah, Draco had forgotten about the blue hair. Probably because it had disappeared so quickly – along with the blonde hair and the sandy brown and the white. He had put his foot down at the red - all those Weasleys were more than enough ginger hair for anyone.

“Don’t fret, I didn’t turn your hair blue again.”

“Oh, that’s all right then. Going to go back to sleep now?”

“’Kay.” And yeah, it is okay. It’s late and it’s dark, and Harry can’t see the enormous grin on Draco’s face when he wriggles back under the duvet. There’s a moment where Draco reaches out and smoothes the unruly mess away from Harry’s forehead, but it bounces back just as he knew it would. Not that Draco is bothered – pomade charms aside, he likes Harry just the way he is.

Uncommonly Happy

jess79 made me south park clark/lex, and she likes the cars so this is for her.

Despite all protestations to the contrary, it is not just a car.

Lex has cars, Lex has thirteen other cars, but this car is special. This car has it’s own corner of the garage, and all lesser cars have been relegated to the other side so they don’t pollute the air. Lex won’t even let Hans touch it until he puts on rubber gloves.

Hell, even Lex puts on his driving gloves before touching it. That’s why no other car is allowed in the Enzo’s vicinity. It's precious, it's his baby. Instead of the One Ring, it's the One Car - but Lex looks much better than Gollum, and his feet aren't nearly as hairy as a hobbit's.

“You’re never going to take this car out the garage, are you?”

Take it *out*? Is he mad?

“Have you had a head injury since the last time I saw you, Clark?”

“What? No, Lex, I was just asking a question.”

A silly – stupid – why on earth…

“Why would I do something like that?”

“Because it’s a car, Lex? Most people buy cars so they can drive them.”

Plebes.

“It is not just a car, Clark. I have cars. This is a masterpiece. It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anything this exquisite in my life.” Okay, small exaggeration but Clark’s pouting so Lex has truly done well.

Now he’s never seen anything this beautiful in his life. Cars and Clark, Clark and cars. It’s hard for Lex to decide which one he enjoys more at this exact moment in time, of course this is what the picnic is for.

A mutual appreciation experience.

“Explain to me why we’re having the picnic in the garage, Lex.”

“Because it’s raining.”

“Well, yes, I can see that based on the rain outside. What I mean to ask is why aren’t we eating inside, you know, like the rest of the world?”

“Because we’re not like the rest of the world, Clark.”

“I think I’ve only heard you say that fifty times since I’ve known you, Lex.”

“Is this your way of saying you don’t’ believe me?”

“No, this is my way of saying that if you’re trying to group me with your cars, we’re going to have a problem.”

“Oh, I would never says that, Clark. Besides, the car costs more than you do.” Lex didn't mean to say that.

“What?”

Danger, Lex Luthor! Danger!

“It’s called a joke, Clark. A joke, you know, a very expensive joke, but a joke nevertheless.”

“You’d be singing a different tune if something were to suddenly happen to your precious car.”

“You wouldn’t dare—“

“Like if it suddenly went off a bridge or something.”

“Clark…”

“I was just saying, Lex.”

“Don’t say things like that. I don’t like threats.” Especially when they're about his baby.

“Yeah, well I don’t like being compared to cars so I guess we’re even.”

Pouting and sulking in one day, Lex truly is blessed – and he’s got a brand new limited edition Ferrari. God, it’s good to be him.

“I wasn’t comparing you to the car, Clark. I know which one is more important.” The car… the car… the car.

“You are.”

“You mean it, Lex?”

“Of course I do.”

“Does that mean I can drive the car?”

“I didn’t say that.”