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bottom_dracoSummary: Draco is in love with his Potions professor, but nothing is predictable when it comes to war. Vignettes spanning over five years.
My first post-HBP fic. I've decided that post book 6 fics can be nothing by angsty. There is no way anyone can write a humorous post-HBP fic without it being some kind of AU.
...erm. Writing sex makes me feel funny.
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Tears in Heaven
1995
There was an uproar at the staff seats. Draco stood up and leaned on the wooden rails to get a better look. Dumbledore, a white, powerful figure in the middle, seemed shocked and upset.
“What’s going on?” demanded Pansy to no one in particular. She was trying to peer into the maze.
Goyle quickly passed her his Omnioculars. “The Cup is gone.”
Draco watched the chaos that was the teachers’ stands. He saw Professor Snape retreat in a swirl of black robes.
“I’m going to find out,” he told his friends quietly, and sped away down the steps. He ignored them as they shouted after him.
All the attention of the crowd was on the Twiwizard Tournament. It was not hard to find his Head of House standing alone behind the stands.
Snape’s face was pale and pinched with pain. As Draco cautiously approached, he saw that Snape was clutching his left arm.
“Sir?”
Snape’s eyes slide over to him. Draco sucked in a sharp breath and swallowed thickly.
“Mister Malfoy,” Snape murmured, “return to your seat.”
“Please, Sir,” Draco persisted, taking a step closer. “Are you hurt?”
Snape’s top lip started to curl into a snarl. “Do as I say, Mister Malfoy, or it will be detention.”
Draco ignored the warning and came closer. Snape’s right hand dropped away as Draco took hold of his professor’s left arm and pushed his sleeve.
The Dark Mark glared bright green. Draco placed his shaking hand over the tattoo and felt the burn recede.
“Severus.”
In a split second Snape had pulled his arm away and turned towards the intruder. “Headmaster,” Snape greeted him quietly.
Draco blushed and looked away from Dumbledore’s piercing blue gaze.
1996
Draco pressed his hand to Severus’s door and closed his eyes.
He had thought it over and over as if running through code in his head and trying to find the error. The jealousy was thick and hot and persistent.
“Professor Snape – oh – sorry -” Draco had just burst through to door and found Severus and Potter standing and glaring at each other. Draco was so surprised he stuttered to a halt and completely forgot what he was about to say.
“It’s all right, Draco,” said Severus smoothly, lowering his wand. “Potter is here for a little remedial Potions.”
Draco, about to burst out laughing, bit his tongue just in time. He grinned to himself, and gave Potter a long once-over. A slow blush was coming hot and heavy over Potter’s cheeks. Draco loved the look on Potter; he would do almost anything to get Potter that embarrassed and flushed.
Severus was talking to Draco again. “- what is it?”
“It’s Professor Umbridge, sir – she needs your help. They’ve found Montague, sir, he’s turned up jammed inside a toilet on the fourth floor.”
“How did he get in there?” demanded Severus.
“I don’t know, sir, he’s a bit confused.”
“Very well, very well. Potter, we shall resume this lesson tomorrow evening.”
The door abruptly opened. Severus looked down at Draco for a moment, then stepped back and held the door open.
“May I ask, Draco,” he begun as Draco walked in, “why you were loitering outside my door?”
Draco swirled around and glared at him just as Severus closed the door. “Are you fucking him?” He had not wanted to be so crude, but – oh, who was he kidding, yes he did.
Severus looked shocked for just a second, before smoothing his features and raising an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
Draco tore his glare away and furiously ran his eyes over the room. “Where is he – you said you were meeting again today.”
Severus slowly folded his arms and watched as Draco went over and checked the cupboards and under the desk. “Of whom do you speak, Draco?”
Draco whirled on him, snarling. “Potter! I know he doesn’t come here for remedial Potions – Merlin, even he’s not that thick – so why does he come here, to you, alone? STOP LAUGHING!”
Severus had not been laughing outright, but his shoulders were shaking with a low chuckle. “I will stop laughing when you stop throwing tantrums like a child.”
Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath to ground himself. “Are you – do you -”
He slowly opened his eyes as Severus came forward and wound an arm around his shoulders. He tried not to hum at the touch and lean into to warmth of Severus’s body. “I assure you, Draco, I am not ‘fucking’ Harry Potter.”
Draco sighed in relief. “Thank Merlin. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, sir. I -” He broke off and realised that he was acting like a silly boy with a crush on his teacher... He looked up into his professor’s face. “That still doesn’t really explain what he was doing here, alone with you.”
Severus gently steered him to a chair and smirked. “Can you keep a secret, Draco?”
1997
With a cool rustle of sheets, Severus curled an arm around Draco and bit the back of his neck. Draco quickly shoved the book under the pillow.
Draco was never very good at hiding things from Severus. The Potions Master half-sat and reached around Draco, pulling the book back into the light. Draco waited, holding his breath, as Severus flipped through the Potions book, writing scribbled all over the pages.
Draco tried another tactic. He turned in the circle of Severus’s arms planted a soft, loving kiss on his jaw, then on his cheek bone. He continued these slow kisses until finally placing one on his mouth.
“Where did you get this?” Severus murmured against his lips.
Draco pulled away and shrugged lazily, pulling the covers over his chest. “Found it in the Room of Requirement.”
“And what were you doing in there?”
Draco rolled his eyes, then stared at the ceiling. “For the hundredth time, Severus, I’m not telling you.”
There was a pause. Then, suddenly, Severus rolled over on top of Draco. Draco leaned his face up for a kiss and wiggled under Severus’s weight enticingly – but Severus leaned away and would not let Draco kiss him. “For the hundredth time, Draco,” Severus mocked in a voice like a low purr, “you must address me either as ‘sir’ or ‘professor’.”
Draco hummed happily and persisted for that kiss. He could feel Severus getting hard – his cock pressed against his hip and Draco bent his knees and spread his thighs obediently. But Severus was preoccupied, again – he pulled away slightly and traced the scars on Draco’s chest.
“Potter was in possession of that book – “
“I know,” said Draco quickly, wanting to get on with that hard, morning sex. He ran a fingernail up Severus’s spine and gave Severus a sultry, I’m-here-for-the-taking look.
“It was mine.”
Draco paused and blinked, looking up at Severus and trying to gauge his expression. Severus, as usual, had smoothed his features into indifference. The only mark of his growing arousal was the light blush on his cheekbones.
“Well,” said Draco, smiling, “no wonder I liked it so much.” Then he leaned up and kissed Severus, hard.
Severus took the hint – about time, Draco thought – and took hold of Draco’s hips, angling him. He pushed in, slowly, savouring the feel, Draco suspected. Draco did not need preparation this time; he was still open and wet from earlier. The amount of times Severus had fucked him in the past week – well, Draco had lost count.
Draco parted his lips and moaned breathlessly as Severus speeded up his thrusts. He bit Draco on the shoulder to stifle his own moans; silent and fast, never one to show weakness - that was Severus.
Severus was going hard and fast now, rocking the bed, like a true Slytherin. When they had first had sex, Draco had thought it would hurt – Severus was so much larger than him. But even though it had, at first, Draco had found a pleasure that was so addictive and consuming. There was no substitute for being filled like that, Draco realised. And even though Severus was rough to the point where it did hurt, the pooling of pleasure in his thighs, stomach and cock made him want it almost all the time.
Severus sat up, pulling Draco up so his lower back was resting on Severus’s thighs. Severus liked it like this – Draco flat on his back, with a full view of his cock disappearing into Draco’s body.
Draco’s toes curled and he gripped the head of the bed as Severus thrust and came inside him, come like poison sticking to his insides.
He pushed Draco away – Draco had already come at some point, but could not remember when – and told Draco to leave before students started roaming the halls.
1998
It was night already. Draco walked gingerly through the rain, trying not to limp. He could see the rickety little house in the distance, just over the hill, just like Vincent had said.
He had gone to Vincent first, and promised him it was not a trap, he just needed to go there, to talk.
Severus had grip on his shoulder, pushing him down to his knees. “Such a beautiful boy,” the Dark Lord hissed, leering at Draco. “I see the potential you so sort, Severus.”
“Yes, Master.”
Draco stared around at the other Death Eaters, shaking violently. His eyes finally fell on the dirty old bed in the corner.
“Leave him here,” said the Dark Lord.
He was only metres away from the house when someone grabbed him from behind, a wand pressed against the small of his back. Draco shuddered. “Make one move, Malfoy,” his attacker growled, “and I’ll make you wish you’d never been born.”
He was dragged through the door into yet more darkness. But he could see – two people stood a few feet away, wands raised. Weasley, his attacker, closed the door behind them.
It was Potter and Granger. Potter came forward. Draco saw his eyes drift down from Draco’s face to where Weasley had grabbed his robes and pulled the collar back, exposing the nail scratches and teeth marks.
Draco could not look at them. His throat was still sore from when the Dark Lord had shoved his cock down Draco’s throat, and he had to stand awkwardly in a position that did not make him wince – he had been fucked dry by Wormtail first, before Goyle Senior and then others had taken their turn. And Severus had left him there with them, Severus had gone without a second glance.
Potter grabbed Draco’s left arm and pushed the sleeve up. He pressed the warm palm of his hand on the Dark Mark and some of the pain in Draco’s body receded.
Draco lifted his chin and stared Potter defiantly in the eyes.
Potter stared back.
1999
Snape was glaring at him through the bars, his teeth exposed in a feral snarl.
There was prickling behind Draco’s eyes. I had loved this man, Draco thought. This broken, insane man. I had trusted him.
“Such a typical thing for a stupid little brat like you to do,” Snape hissed. “Run to Potter’s arms, go, be his little slut. You deserve it.”
“Shut up,” said Draco, a tear sliding down his cheek.
“Do you honestly believe he will save you? An insolent little boy – he will be crushed under the Dark Lord’s fist, while he’s bent over you, fucking you like the whore you are.”
“Shut up!”
“Do you believe he loves you Draco? Do you? He doesn’t, he’s just using you, because you ran to him like a coward and offered yourself –“
“HE LOVES ME!” Draco burst out, and he ran forward and grabbed the bars. Now they were face to face, breathing each other’s breaths. “He LOVES me, Severus, and you never understood that, did you? You left me there, but,” and he was whispering now, tears falling, “he found me and saved me and he loves me, you bastard –“
“He doesn’t love you!” Snape rasped. “You’re nothing but a little whore who’ll run the first man who’ll give you a second look!”
“And what do you know about love?” Draco demanded. “In your whole sorry life only two people had ever loved you. One you murdered and the other you threw to a bunch of rapists, you fucking arsehole!”
Draco turned and walked away, his Auror escort following close behind. Behind him, Snape was shouting: “The Dark Lord will strike you and your keeper down like a snake in the grass, yessss, he will kill you both with a sweep of his glorious hand...”
Draco left the Ministry holding cells and took the elevator to the main hall. He saw Granger sitting on one of the guests’ couches. She stood up when she saw him walked quickly over.
“They’ve gone,” she gasped, her chin trembling. “They left this morning, with a note...” Said note was grasped, crumpled and wet, in her fist.
Draco did not need to read it to understand. He closed his eyes. Granger had kept them at bay for months, whinging and whining, telling them to stay safe because they were not ready to go.
But Harry and Weasley had taken advantage of Draco and Granger’s absences and gone after He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Granger did the most surprising thing, then: she threw her arms around his shoulders in a fierce hug and buried her face in his shoulder.
2000
FORMER HOGWARTS PROFESSOR SENTENCED TO THE KISS
Former Hogwarts professor, Severus Snape, was sentenced to the Dementor’s Kiss at his trial last week.
His trial had lasted over two months with several witnesses coming forward to confirm a number of crimes, including the murder of the famous Hogwarts Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
“The verdict was a great triumph for the Ministry of Magic,” said Gibran Crockford, member of the Wizengamot –
Draco folder the newspaper and put it on the bedside table. He was sitting up in bed, a flannel pyjama top pulled half-heartedly over his shoulders for warmth.
He looked to his side and smiled. Harry’s chin was just visible under the long, rumpled, black hair. Harry always took a long time to wake up. Draco only slept for a few hours, whereas Harry slept in every morning.
Draco leaned over and smoothed the hair from Harry’s face. A green eye blinked open and stared up at Draco blearily.
He felt a hand creep across his knee and grope his thigh. Draco slid down from the sitting position to his back, and coaxed Harry on top.
Harry, breath musty, kissed him sloppily. Draco murmured pleasure and ran his hand softly down Harry’s back.
It was Sunday, and today they were meeting Ron and Hermione for lunch down the street. Tonks and Lupin were coming too, and Pansy was bringing her flavour-of-the-week: Bernard Something-Or-Other. Vincent was coming with his girlfriend Fiona, but they would be a bit late, Vincent had said, Draco could not remember the reason. Greg wasn’t coming, he was visiting his mother instead, but Draco suspected he was really just avoiding all the couples – Draco didn’t blame him, really -
Harry pulled away and looked down at him. “Something wrong? You, um, stopped –“
If Draco were any other person, he would have said ‘Sorry’ and ‘just a bit distracted’ but all Draco said was, “What time is it?”
Harry smiled – he understood, always understood. “We have hours before we have to leave.”
“Oh good,” Draco murmured and moved in for another slow kiss. He spread his thighs, arching into Harry, desperate for it, now.
Harry reached for the lubricant on the bedside table. Harry always took the time to prepare him, even when Draco believed he did not really need it. Harry pushed in slowly, moaning loudly all the while. Harry liked to take things slow with Draco, because Harry knew his past and believed that Draco was delicate and never wanted to hurt him. Draco closed his eyes and enjoyed the slow stroke of Harry’s cock inside him. It brought his orgasm long and constant and Draco remembered every shaking second of it.
When Draco opened his eyes, Harry was staring down him. The gaze was a little too heated for Draco. He leaned up and kissed him and felt Harry come. Harry had a way of healing Draco from the inside out.
End.
My first post-HBP fic. I've decided that post book 6 fics can be nothing by angsty. There is no way anyone can write a humorous post-HBP fic without it being some kind of AU.
...erm. Writing sex makes me feel funny.
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Tears in Heaven
1995
There was an uproar at the staff seats. Draco stood up and leaned on the wooden rails to get a better look. Dumbledore, a white, powerful figure in the middle, seemed shocked and upset.
“What’s going on?” demanded Pansy to no one in particular. She was trying to peer into the maze.
Goyle quickly passed her his Omnioculars. “The Cup is gone.”
Draco watched the chaos that was the teachers’ stands. He saw Professor Snape retreat in a swirl of black robes.
“I’m going to find out,” he told his friends quietly, and sped away down the steps. He ignored them as they shouted after him.
All the attention of the crowd was on the Twiwizard Tournament. It was not hard to find his Head of House standing alone behind the stands.
Snape’s face was pale and pinched with pain. As Draco cautiously approached, he saw that Snape was clutching his left arm.
“Sir?”
Snape’s eyes slide over to him. Draco sucked in a sharp breath and swallowed thickly.
“Mister Malfoy,” Snape murmured, “return to your seat.”
“Please, Sir,” Draco persisted, taking a step closer. “Are you hurt?”
Snape’s top lip started to curl into a snarl. “Do as I say, Mister Malfoy, or it will be detention.”
Draco ignored the warning and came closer. Snape’s right hand dropped away as Draco took hold of his professor’s left arm and pushed his sleeve.
The Dark Mark glared bright green. Draco placed his shaking hand over the tattoo and felt the burn recede.
“Severus.”
In a split second Snape had pulled his arm away and turned towards the intruder. “Headmaster,” Snape greeted him quietly.
Draco blushed and looked away from Dumbledore’s piercing blue gaze.
1996
Draco pressed his hand to Severus’s door and closed his eyes.
He had thought it over and over as if running through code in his head and trying to find the error. The jealousy was thick and hot and persistent.
“Professor Snape – oh – sorry -” Draco had just burst through to door and found Severus and Potter standing and glaring at each other. Draco was so surprised he stuttered to a halt and completely forgot what he was about to say.
“It’s all right, Draco,” said Severus smoothly, lowering his wand. “Potter is here for a little remedial Potions.”
Draco, about to burst out laughing, bit his tongue just in time. He grinned to himself, and gave Potter a long once-over. A slow blush was coming hot and heavy over Potter’s cheeks. Draco loved the look on Potter; he would do almost anything to get Potter that embarrassed and flushed.
Severus was talking to Draco again. “- what is it?”
“It’s Professor Umbridge, sir – she needs your help. They’ve found Montague, sir, he’s turned up jammed inside a toilet on the fourth floor.”
“How did he get in there?” demanded Severus.
“I don’t know, sir, he’s a bit confused.”
“Very well, very well. Potter, we shall resume this lesson tomorrow evening.”
The door abruptly opened. Severus looked down at Draco for a moment, then stepped back and held the door open.
“May I ask, Draco,” he begun as Draco walked in, “why you were loitering outside my door?”
Draco swirled around and glared at him just as Severus closed the door. “Are you fucking him?” He had not wanted to be so crude, but – oh, who was he kidding, yes he did.
Severus looked shocked for just a second, before smoothing his features and raising an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
Draco tore his glare away and furiously ran his eyes over the room. “Where is he – you said you were meeting again today.”
Severus slowly folded his arms and watched as Draco went over and checked the cupboards and under the desk. “Of whom do you speak, Draco?”
Draco whirled on him, snarling. “Potter! I know he doesn’t come here for remedial Potions – Merlin, even he’s not that thick – so why does he come here, to you, alone? STOP LAUGHING!”
Severus had not been laughing outright, but his shoulders were shaking with a low chuckle. “I will stop laughing when you stop throwing tantrums like a child.”
Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath to ground himself. “Are you – do you -”
He slowly opened his eyes as Severus came forward and wound an arm around his shoulders. He tried not to hum at the touch and lean into to warmth of Severus’s body. “I assure you, Draco, I am not ‘fucking’ Harry Potter.”
Draco sighed in relief. “Thank Merlin. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, sir. I -” He broke off and realised that he was acting like a silly boy with a crush on his teacher... He looked up into his professor’s face. “That still doesn’t really explain what he was doing here, alone with you.”
Severus gently steered him to a chair and smirked. “Can you keep a secret, Draco?”
1997
With a cool rustle of sheets, Severus curled an arm around Draco and bit the back of his neck. Draco quickly shoved the book under the pillow.
Draco was never very good at hiding things from Severus. The Potions Master half-sat and reached around Draco, pulling the book back into the light. Draco waited, holding his breath, as Severus flipped through the Potions book, writing scribbled all over the pages.
Draco tried another tactic. He turned in the circle of Severus’s arms planted a soft, loving kiss on his jaw, then on his cheek bone. He continued these slow kisses until finally placing one on his mouth.
“Where did you get this?” Severus murmured against his lips.
Draco pulled away and shrugged lazily, pulling the covers over his chest. “Found it in the Room of Requirement.”
“And what were you doing in there?”
Draco rolled his eyes, then stared at the ceiling. “For the hundredth time, Severus, I’m not telling you.”
There was a pause. Then, suddenly, Severus rolled over on top of Draco. Draco leaned his face up for a kiss and wiggled under Severus’s weight enticingly – but Severus leaned away and would not let Draco kiss him. “For the hundredth time, Draco,” Severus mocked in a voice like a low purr, “you must address me either as ‘sir’ or ‘professor’.”
Draco hummed happily and persisted for that kiss. He could feel Severus getting hard – his cock pressed against his hip and Draco bent his knees and spread his thighs obediently. But Severus was preoccupied, again – he pulled away slightly and traced the scars on Draco’s chest.
“Potter was in possession of that book – “
“I know,” said Draco quickly, wanting to get on with that hard, morning sex. He ran a fingernail up Severus’s spine and gave Severus a sultry, I’m-here-for-the-taking look.
“It was mine.”
Draco paused and blinked, looking up at Severus and trying to gauge his expression. Severus, as usual, had smoothed his features into indifference. The only mark of his growing arousal was the light blush on his cheekbones.
“Well,” said Draco, smiling, “no wonder I liked it so much.” Then he leaned up and kissed Severus, hard.
Severus took the hint – about time, Draco thought – and took hold of Draco’s hips, angling him. He pushed in, slowly, savouring the feel, Draco suspected. Draco did not need preparation this time; he was still open and wet from earlier. The amount of times Severus had fucked him in the past week – well, Draco had lost count.
Draco parted his lips and moaned breathlessly as Severus speeded up his thrusts. He bit Draco on the shoulder to stifle his own moans; silent and fast, never one to show weakness - that was Severus.
Severus was going hard and fast now, rocking the bed, like a true Slytherin. When they had first had sex, Draco had thought it would hurt – Severus was so much larger than him. But even though it had, at first, Draco had found a pleasure that was so addictive and consuming. There was no substitute for being filled like that, Draco realised. And even though Severus was rough to the point where it did hurt, the pooling of pleasure in his thighs, stomach and cock made him want it almost all the time.
Severus sat up, pulling Draco up so his lower back was resting on Severus’s thighs. Severus liked it like this – Draco flat on his back, with a full view of his cock disappearing into Draco’s body.
Draco’s toes curled and he gripped the head of the bed as Severus thrust and came inside him, come like poison sticking to his insides.
He pushed Draco away – Draco had already come at some point, but could not remember when – and told Draco to leave before students started roaming the halls.
1998
It was night already. Draco walked gingerly through the rain, trying not to limp. He could see the rickety little house in the distance, just over the hill, just like Vincent had said.
He had gone to Vincent first, and promised him it was not a trap, he just needed to go there, to talk.
Severus had grip on his shoulder, pushing him down to his knees. “Such a beautiful boy,” the Dark Lord hissed, leering at Draco. “I see the potential you so sort, Severus.”
“Yes, Master.”
Draco stared around at the other Death Eaters, shaking violently. His eyes finally fell on the dirty old bed in the corner.
“Leave him here,” said the Dark Lord.
He was only metres away from the house when someone grabbed him from behind, a wand pressed against the small of his back. Draco shuddered. “Make one move, Malfoy,” his attacker growled, “and I’ll make you wish you’d never been born.”
He was dragged through the door into yet more darkness. But he could see – two people stood a few feet away, wands raised. Weasley, his attacker, closed the door behind them.
It was Potter and Granger. Potter came forward. Draco saw his eyes drift down from Draco’s face to where Weasley had grabbed his robes and pulled the collar back, exposing the nail scratches and teeth marks.
Draco could not look at them. His throat was still sore from when the Dark Lord had shoved his cock down Draco’s throat, and he had to stand awkwardly in a position that did not make him wince – he had been fucked dry by Wormtail first, before Goyle Senior and then others had taken their turn. And Severus had left him there with them, Severus had gone without a second glance.
Potter grabbed Draco’s left arm and pushed the sleeve up. He pressed the warm palm of his hand on the Dark Mark and some of the pain in Draco’s body receded.
Draco lifted his chin and stared Potter defiantly in the eyes.
Potter stared back.
1999
Snape was glaring at him through the bars, his teeth exposed in a feral snarl.
There was prickling behind Draco’s eyes. I had loved this man, Draco thought. This broken, insane man. I had trusted him.
“Such a typical thing for a stupid little brat like you to do,” Snape hissed. “Run to Potter’s arms, go, be his little slut. You deserve it.”
“Shut up,” said Draco, a tear sliding down his cheek.
“Do you honestly believe he will save you? An insolent little boy – he will be crushed under the Dark Lord’s fist, while he’s bent over you, fucking you like the whore you are.”
“Shut up!”
“Do you believe he loves you Draco? Do you? He doesn’t, he’s just using you, because you ran to him like a coward and offered yourself –“
“HE LOVES ME!” Draco burst out, and he ran forward and grabbed the bars. Now they were face to face, breathing each other’s breaths. “He LOVES me, Severus, and you never understood that, did you? You left me there, but,” and he was whispering now, tears falling, “he found me and saved me and he loves me, you bastard –“
“He doesn’t love you!” Snape rasped. “You’re nothing but a little whore who’ll run the first man who’ll give you a second look!”
“And what do you know about love?” Draco demanded. “In your whole sorry life only two people had ever loved you. One you murdered and the other you threw to a bunch of rapists, you fucking arsehole!”
Draco turned and walked away, his Auror escort following close behind. Behind him, Snape was shouting: “The Dark Lord will strike you and your keeper down like a snake in the grass, yessss, he will kill you both with a sweep of his glorious hand...”
Draco left the Ministry holding cells and took the elevator to the main hall. He saw Granger sitting on one of the guests’ couches. She stood up when she saw him walked quickly over.
“They’ve gone,” she gasped, her chin trembling. “They left this morning, with a note...” Said note was grasped, crumpled and wet, in her fist.
Draco did not need to read it to understand. He closed his eyes. Granger had kept them at bay for months, whinging and whining, telling them to stay safe because they were not ready to go.
But Harry and Weasley had taken advantage of Draco and Granger’s absences and gone after He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Granger did the most surprising thing, then: she threw her arms around his shoulders in a fierce hug and buried her face in his shoulder.
2000
FORMER HOGWARTS PROFESSOR SENTENCED TO THE KISS
Former Hogwarts professor, Severus Snape, was sentenced to the Dementor’s Kiss at his trial last week.
His trial had lasted over two months with several witnesses coming forward to confirm a number of crimes, including the murder of the famous Hogwarts Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
“The verdict was a great triumph for the Ministry of Magic,” said Gibran Crockford, member of the Wizengamot –
Draco folder the newspaper and put it on the bedside table. He was sitting up in bed, a flannel pyjama top pulled half-heartedly over his shoulders for warmth.
He looked to his side and smiled. Harry’s chin was just visible under the long, rumpled, black hair. Harry always took a long time to wake up. Draco only slept for a few hours, whereas Harry slept in every morning.
Draco leaned over and smoothed the hair from Harry’s face. A green eye blinked open and stared up at Draco blearily.
He felt a hand creep across his knee and grope his thigh. Draco slid down from the sitting position to his back, and coaxed Harry on top.
Harry, breath musty, kissed him sloppily. Draco murmured pleasure and ran his hand softly down Harry’s back.
It was Sunday, and today they were meeting Ron and Hermione for lunch down the street. Tonks and Lupin were coming too, and Pansy was bringing her flavour-of-the-week: Bernard Something-Or-Other. Vincent was coming with his girlfriend Fiona, but they would be a bit late, Vincent had said, Draco could not remember the reason. Greg wasn’t coming, he was visiting his mother instead, but Draco suspected he was really just avoiding all the couples – Draco didn’t blame him, really -
Harry pulled away and looked down at him. “Something wrong? You, um, stopped –“
If Draco were any other person, he would have said ‘Sorry’ and ‘just a bit distracted’ but all Draco said was, “What time is it?”
Harry smiled – he understood, always understood. “We have hours before we have to leave.”
“Oh good,” Draco murmured and moved in for another slow kiss. He spread his thighs, arching into Harry, desperate for it, now.
Harry reached for the lubricant on the bedside table. Harry always took the time to prepare him, even when Draco believed he did not really need it. Harry pushed in slowly, moaning loudly all the while. Harry liked to take things slow with Draco, because Harry knew his past and believed that Draco was delicate and never wanted to hurt him. Draco closed his eyes and enjoyed the slow stroke of Harry’s cock inside him. It brought his orgasm long and constant and Draco remembered every shaking second of it.
When Draco opened his eyes, Harry was staring down him. The gaze was a little too heated for Draco. He leaned up and kissed him and felt Harry come. Harry had a way of healing Draco from the inside out.
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:20 am (UTC)Thanks! Um yes... they're a bit all over the place, but the best source would be in my LJ Memories - ficlets (http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=dentedsky&keyword=ficlets&filter=all). There's also a Drarry WiP Pandora's Box (http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=dentedsky&keyword=Pandora%27s+Box&filter=all) and Sirry 4-part co-authored fic A Delicate Balance (http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=dentedsky&keyword=A+Delicate+Balance&filter=all). Hummm... they're probably the better stuff I have. Otherwise there's some older stuff here (http://www.thedarkarts.org/authorLinks/Dented_Sky/). Does that help? You may have to sift through the crap to get to the gold, lolz.
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Date: 2005-08-10 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-11 01:24 am (UTC)PS Luuuuurve your icon!
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Date: 2005-08-10 06:15 pm (UTC)What are YOU doing HERE?
Told you he's a bottom! *is pleased*
Now on to the story -
I must admit I don't like sex abuse in fics... but I liked how you synchronized it with canon (Draco's jealousy when he finds Harry and Snape), and of course the Harry/Draco part. Harry had a way of healing Draco from the inside out - what a beautiful sentence... and so very much your personal style :)
Ann. ♥
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Date: 2005-08-11 12:50 am (UTC)ohhh Ann...
Yeah you did tell me, and don't think I didn't listen! It was so difficult to write Harry/bottom!Draco - I mean, Snaco, Draco's automatically bottom - but I had to for it to work. I think I'm like a lot of other people and was reluctantly converted after OotP. Then after HBP, well, I couldn't go back. Still prefer switch!Draco, really.
Well anyway, thank you for your review. Is that my style? Wow I have a style! =D Did you like that bit with Draco's jealosy? I thought it was a bit OOC, but I'm glad you thought it was cool.
Re: What are YOU doing HERE?
Date: 2005-08-11 07:58 am (UTC)Yes, you have a style. ...Even though you did use real body parts (like the word cock! LOL) instead of your usual scenery-sex (look! I made up a new term!)...
Ann.
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:32 am (UTC)Anyway, thank you so much for reviewing!
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Date: 2005-08-11 12:06 am (UTC):D
*yummy*
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:26 am (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you thought it was yummy =D !
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Date: 2005-08-30 06:48 am (UTC)I like the “opposite” parallels in Draco's relationships with Snape and Harry. The way Snape was never really thought about Draco vs. Harry always thinking about him. The way Draco never remembered when he came during sex with Snape vs. the way he comes long and slow with Harry. And so on.
I also think it is a nice detail that only love can overcame pain induced by Voldemort: Draco’s touching Snape’s mark reduced Snape’s flesh burning. And later Harry’s touching Draco’s mark reduced Draco’s pain. Nice touch.
I feel sorry for Draco that he was betrayed by Snape. But on the other hand, he would never become Harry’s lover otherwise and experienced truly loving relationships.
Great story!
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Date: 2005-08-30 09:36 am (UTC)Thank you so much for your review!
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Date: 2006-02-07 12:12 am (UTC)But thank you so much!