microfic may day 4: pathetic
microfic may day 5: hang
drarry. 302 words. forgive me in advance.
“God Potter, to the left.”
“There?”
“No, uhh, a little more?”
Harry was sweaty. Draco was sweaty. Both of them had patience that was running thin. The sun was setting rapidly and the living room was still littered with half empty boxes.
Draco swore he’d only bring necessities. Apparently that meant everything he owned was necessary.
Harry had no illusion that this would be a painless crusade. Draco was a stubborn, stubborn man. He liked things his way, he liked his tea steeped his way, he liked to go to bed at 9:45pm because it suited his circadian rhythms.
“Do you know your left and rights or is this just an attempt at sabotage?”
Harry shifted the frame just slightly. “There. Straight.”
“No, it isn’t.” Draco was being petulant and Harry was trying not to let it irritate him.
“Yes it is, Draco. Please.”
The stair creaked like Draco was crouching to perch on the edge of a step. “Maybe it was pathetic to think this could work.”
Harry’s neck swung like a whip crack. Throwing in the towel already? Over deciding how to hang a picture frame? Well, he supposed, it’s clearly over more than just that. But Draco was here! Here, in Harry’s space, in their space, so surely half the battle was won?
Draco’s head was sunken between his knees and Harry gently clambered down from the step stool he’d been using.
It was strange, to know someone so well just to have it all thrown into disarray by a closer proximity.
Had it been any other scenario maybe Harry would’ve known what to do. Maybe he wouldn’t have touched Draco with such hesitation and comforted him with a stutter.
“It’s not pathetic to want this to work.”
And all Draco could give back was a watery, tight smile.










