the-starryknight:

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most of my writing energy (there is very little!) has been directed towards my wireless project, but blue’s breathtaking art reminded me that I want to write a Teddy/Draco follow-up to Surface Texture (Harry/Teddy, with background Draco/Harry), so here’s the first few paragraphs. cw: for implied Harry/Teddy & not (yet) explicit Teddy/Draco

Gooseflesh. I know he’s here in a second because I can feel his eyes on me as desperately as though he’s run his fingers over my arm. I’m trying to listen to the woman next to me — she’s got diamonds on two fingers and would certainly buy the lot — but all I want is to turn and drag him into the alley behind the gallery.

She says something about Muggle photography and I nod, gulping down the rush of heat at my throat. She gestures wildly to the painting between us — Vic in Evening Light — saying something about Mapplethorpe and I’m sure it’s worth listening to, but all I can think is: Can she hear my heart racing?

There’s breath at the back of my neck. Oh fuck. He’s close. She hasn’t reacted yet, tittering on, rings flashing, her voice too pitchy to make any sense of the words. Focus. I nod again, certain I look like a fool.

I feel it again, the barely there brush of someone behind me. The gallery’s almost crowded enough to justify this closeness, but I know this is no stranger from the way my body has already begun to call to him. Touch me, my hips beg, desperate to lean into him, to let him steal me away from this patron and the noise of the crowd. I am hardly in control of my own limbs, let alone my mind, as it aches for this man.

It’s only been a second, not long enough for my conversation partner to notice my distraction or the flush burning its way up my neck, but then it hits me. Whoever this is is taller than I am, by at least a few inches, and Harry– Harry’s my height. We stand eye-to-eye when I face him, when I ask Harry to give me everything I want.

This isn’t Harry. 

I turn. 

Draco.

Omg I almost fell over I sat up so fast when I saw this! Do you know how badly I want this sequel?? Do you know how breathlessly brilliant this snippet is?? Jesus.

content:harry/teddy,breakup/makeup, angst, fluff, age gap

for@lqtraintracks, and admittedly rather inspired by their own phenomenal breakup/makeup Heddy, Coming Up for Air, which they posted at around the same time they sent this prompt in for my Tarot Card Drabblesseries

[for easier reading:

After the breakup, Teddy keeps the note in his wallet. 

Harry had refused to read it, like he refuses to meet his eyes at family events. 

Teddy packs his life and moves to the old Black house in Paris, and pretends the note isn’t there. The paper yellows and thins, and Teddy pretends he doesn’t miss Harry.

Harry never apologises, says instead that he wishes things were different. He drinks too much when he visits, and one day, instead of leaving, he finally accepts the note from Teddy.

“Why did you keep it?”

“I kept hoping my feelings would change.”]