He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with his life.
And he had wasted a lot of his life already. Waiting.
He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.
He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.
He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.
And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.
For years Draco had been waiting.
He had waited in vain. But not anymore.
Draco was sick of waiting.
What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?
He probably would have to wait forever.
No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?
Yes, it was time to act.
Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.
He was sick of waiting.
He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.
There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.
He was so sick of waiting.
“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.
Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.
He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.
Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.
“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”
He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.
Because he was so tired of waiting.
His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.
Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.
He had waited for this so long. This was it.
Or was it?
Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.
Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.
His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.
Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.
This story was requested by the lovely @memento-amare
I hope you like it dear! Apologies for taking so long!!
Warnings: Swearing, Mild Blood and Injury
Word Count: 1210
Living with Jason Todd was always an adventure. Even before I found out he moonlighted as a Gotham vigilante. We had met through his brother DIck and had become fast fast friends.
He was have parental issues with Bruce and I was getting ready to start the pre-med program at Gotham University so we decided to rent a place together.
It wasn’t until about half way through junior year that I found out he was the Red Hood. I had come home late from a night in the library to find him bleeding out on the couch.
I dropped my school bag and ran into the living room.
“Jason. Jason! I need you to talk to me. What happened,” I asked as I started to check his pulse.”
His voice was low and his breaths were shallow. “Stabbed, twice in the stomach. Some asshole got the jump on me. Couldn’t make it back to the cave to get fixed up.”
I started to feel mild panic set in after the word stabbed, but soon my trauma training kicked into high gear.
“Okay, okay. I’m going to run and grab my kit and I’ll be right back.”
I came back with my med kit and sat down on the floor. “I’m going to start stitching you up, but your going to have to talk to me okay?”
“This is gunna hurt like a bitch but something tells me you know that. Tell me how this whole vigilante thing started.”
Once he got going on the story I began to stitch up his wounds. It took more than an hour with how wide the gashes were.
“Okay Jay, let’s get you to bed. Some rest is going to be the best thing for you now.”
He only grumbled in reply. I helped him up and guided him to his bedroom. I didn’t bother getting him out of the rest of his uniform because he was so out of it.
Once I made sure he was comfortable enough to not pull anything I leaned over to give him a kiss on the forehead.
“Sleep tight Jay, I’ll see you in the morning.”
I was making eggs the next morning when I heard Jason’s shower turn on. I smiled to myself knowing that he was at least able to get up from the bed and make it to the bathroom.
After 20 minutes or so he wandered over to the dining table and sat down where I had placed his plate.
“Good Morning Sunshine,” I said casually after he sat down.
He looked up at me and answered with a grunt. We spent the next few minutes in silence.
“So are we not going to talk about last night?”
Jason set down his fork, and looked up at me.
“I seem to recall that we talked about pretty much evertything while you were stitching? Is there anything else you wanted to know? I’m sure you’ll probably say something about being careful and what not, but trust me it isn’t anything I haven’t heard before.”
I put down my own fork and sigh.
“I didn’t think there was anything else, but I wanted to make sure. There’s no need to be sour, especially when I kept you from bleeding out. A thank you would be nice, by the way.”
“Uh….thanks,” he said. “I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. Just so you know I’m willing to help whenever you need it. I am going to school to be a doctor ya know.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. While we are talking about it, did you kiss my head last night?”
“Uh, yeah. My mom always said that a kiss could make anything a little bit better, no matter how big, so its something I’ve always done with my siblings and kids I babysit. It’s a force of habit really, I can stop if you want.”
“Oh. Nah it’s fine if you wanna keep doing it. Doesn’t bother me,” he said as he got up to head to his room. “Thanks again for the patch up Y/N.”
And that’s how things would be anytime Jason came back from patrol or a mission with an injury. I would patch him up and send him off with a kiss to the cheek or the top of his head.
“Yo, I’m here with the food,” Jason said as he comes through the door. “Roy’ll be over to hang out in a few.”
I put my notes back into my textbook and turned to face him. “Sweet, you got pizza! I’ll go grab some drinks.”
I got up to head to the kitchen as Jason slide a piece of the pizza onto his plate. A few moment later there’s a muffled shout “Dammit, I burned tongue.”
“Should I kiss it to make it better?” I shout from the kitchen while grabbing drinks from the fridge.
The next thing i hear is Jason choking. I run back into the living room to see him sputtering with his head between his knees.
“Here drink this,” I said as I handed him a water bottle. He grabbed the bottle and chugged almost half of it before he calmed down.
“Y/N, do you realize what you said?”
“Nooo,” I said as I started to think back to what had just happened. I ticked each of the events off in my head until arrived at what I said.
Instantly my face began to heat up. I flopped back onto the couch trying to hide myself from the embarrassment that is slowly taking over.
“I’m sorry Jay, I don’t know what I was thinking it just sort of slipped out as a force of habit.”
“I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” Jason said with a smirk. I shot up to look him in the eyes.
Suddenly Jason seemed to have a nervous energy about him. “I mean yeah. I’ve kinda had a thing for you for a while, but I wasn’t reallly sure how to go about it cause our friendship is super important to me.”
I had lost all function. The only thing I could do was stare at him. The guy I have had a crush on just admitted to having a crush on me. I literally thought my brain had started to malfunction.
“I guess no response means that you don’t entirely feel the same way…I will just go back to my pizza now, forget I said anything.”
I took me a second to comprehend what he was saying, but when I did I found a new kind of resolve from somewhere.
"No, it doesn’t,” I whispered as I grabbed his shoulders to make him turn back towards me.
“What are yo..” he starts to ask but I cut him off with a kiss. It takes a second to realize what’s happening but he quickly reciprocates.
"EWWW! Not over the pizza guys!”
Roy’s voice from the doorway had us instantly pulling away from one another.
“It’s about damn time though,” he said as he sat down on a chair.
“Yeah, it is.” Jason smiled and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek. A blush kept onto my face and I couldn’t help but agree.