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bottom_dracoTitle: Biting the Wedge
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Auto-erotic asphyxiation, non-con, breath-play, self-mutilation, heavy angst, and character death.
Title: Biting the Wedge
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Auto-erotic asphyxiation, non-con, breath-play, self-mutilation, heavy angst, and character death.
___________
Harry’s obsession with Draco Malfoy’s lungs began the first day of classes in their seventh year in Potions when Draco had a panic attack.
At this point, Harry had tried everything he could think of to try and remember how to feel, but nothing held any lure for him anymore. Sex, which had once seemed so illicit and exciting, was now a matter of either laying there or perfunctory movements. Cutting only elicited a dull ache.
But to see Draco writhing on the floor, gasping desperately for air, was like having the path lit by starlight.
That night, Harry carefully cinched his belt around his neck and tied the other end to the top of the bed. After tugging to make sure it would hold firm, he stepped off the edge of the bed.
The reaction was almost instantaneous.
Harry gasped frantically as his vision began to dim; colors exploded in front of his eyes. His pulse throbbed in his ears as heat blossomed all over his tingling skin.
He climbed back up onto the bed and loosened the noose around his neck. Falling back onto the bed, he slipped a hand into his pajama bottoms and stroked himself desperately.
He came with one hand around his throat.
___________
After that night, it was as if a door had been opened. Harry could *feel* again, the world was no longer awash in white noise, when he cut himself, it *hurt*, and the blood flowed, and it was sheer, sensational ecstasy.
But when he looked at Draco, he could see that he was trapped in his own emotionless wasteland, just the same as Harry was. When he looked at him, he saw suffering beauty.
So one day, Harry decided to introduce Draco to the joys of suffocation.
__________
In the hallway, he sloped right up behind him and pressed as close as he dared, wondering if Draco was experiencing the muted panic/pleasure of too many bodies and not enough air. When the other boy turned around and told him to shove off, Harry rather doubted it.
___________
Harry decided he was going to have to try a less subtle approach. It was clearly going to take something more intense that a crowded hallway to bring down Draco’s self-imposed walls.
___________
That night, Harry dreamt of Draco. He dreamt that Draco was tied to a tree with his chest cut open and the flesh pulled apart to expose his soft, flawless lungs.
In his dream, he carved his name into the tender pink organs and kissed Draco’s cold mouth.
The most disturbing thing was that it didn’t disturb Harry much at all.
___________
Through much wheedling, Harry convinced Draco to meet him in the Astronomy Tower at midnight. It was here that Harry kissed him, here that he slid roughly into Draco’s body, here that he wrapped his fingers around that soft, white throat, and here that Draco Malfoy took his last breath.
After Harry had finished (one hand on his throat, as usual), he lifted his head from Draco’s shoulder and looked down at him.
“You liked that, right? I knew you would…Draco? Draco?”
Harry stumbled with rising horror as he dressed, his eyes glued to Draco’s body still laying on the floor, unmoving. As he was fleeing, he banged his elbow on a door, but the expected wave of pain never made its appearance.
With a sick feeling of dread, he sat on his bed and took out his knife. He cut and cut and cut until the bed was covered in his rich, warm blood.
But he couldn’t feel a thing.
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Auto-erotic asphyxiation, non-con, breath-play, self-mutilation, heavy angst, and character death.
Title: Biting the Wedge
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Auto-erotic asphyxiation, non-con, breath-play, self-mutilation, heavy angst, and character death.
___________
Harry’s obsession with Draco Malfoy’s lungs began the first day of classes in their seventh year in Potions when Draco had a panic attack.
At this point, Harry had tried everything he could think of to try and remember how to feel, but nothing held any lure for him anymore. Sex, which had once seemed so illicit and exciting, was now a matter of either laying there or perfunctory movements. Cutting only elicited a dull ache.
But to see Draco writhing on the floor, gasping desperately for air, was like having the path lit by starlight.
That night, Harry carefully cinched his belt around his neck and tied the other end to the top of the bed. After tugging to make sure it would hold firm, he stepped off the edge of the bed.
The reaction was almost instantaneous.
Harry gasped frantically as his vision began to dim; colors exploded in front of his eyes. His pulse throbbed in his ears as heat blossomed all over his tingling skin.
He climbed back up onto the bed and loosened the noose around his neck. Falling back onto the bed, he slipped a hand into his pajama bottoms and stroked himself desperately.
He came with one hand around his throat.
___________
After that night, it was as if a door had been opened. Harry could *feel* again, the world was no longer awash in white noise, when he cut himself, it *hurt*, and the blood flowed, and it was sheer, sensational ecstasy.
But when he looked at Draco, he could see that he was trapped in his own emotionless wasteland, just the same as Harry was. When he looked at him, he saw suffering beauty.
So one day, Harry decided to introduce Draco to the joys of suffocation.
__________
In the hallway, he sloped right up behind him and pressed as close as he dared, wondering if Draco was experiencing the muted panic/pleasure of too many bodies and not enough air. When the other boy turned around and told him to shove off, Harry rather doubted it.
___________
Harry decided he was going to have to try a less subtle approach. It was clearly going to take something more intense that a crowded hallway to bring down Draco’s self-imposed walls.
___________
That night, Harry dreamt of Draco. He dreamt that Draco was tied to a tree with his chest cut open and the flesh pulled apart to expose his soft, flawless lungs.
In his dream, he carved his name into the tender pink organs and kissed Draco’s cold mouth.
The most disturbing thing was that it didn’t disturb Harry much at all.
___________
Through much wheedling, Harry convinced Draco to meet him in the Astronomy Tower at midnight. It was here that Harry kissed him, here that he slid roughly into Draco’s body, here that he wrapped his fingers around that soft, white throat, and here that Draco Malfoy took his last breath.
After Harry had finished (one hand on his throat, as usual), he lifted his head from Draco’s shoulder and looked down at him.
“You liked that, right? I knew you would…Draco? Draco?”
Harry stumbled with rising horror as he dressed, his eyes glued to Draco’s body still laying on the floor, unmoving. As he was fleeing, he banged his elbow on a door, but the expected wave of pain never made its appearance.
With a sick feeling of dread, he sat on his bed and took out his knife. He cut and cut and cut until the bed was covered in his rich, warm blood.
But he couldn’t feel a thing.
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Date: 2004-04-13 07:30 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-04-13 08:41 pm (UTC)I think I may love you too, lol
Keep writing, dear god please keep writing.
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Date: 2004-04-13 09:06 pm (UTC)More please?
I admit I almost cried. *sniff*.
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Date: 2004-04-16 02:29 pm (UTC)someone send the paramedics/doctors over here now :we have a female, who suffered from a emotion overload, the cause: well on her computer is shows a fanfic that probably put her in this..I must say it is good...
So what I am trying to say is..I luved it..maybe a little too much..hehee.gonna friend you