FIC: Avalanche, PG-13, H/D.
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bottom_dracoTitle: Avalanche.
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ivi_malfoy.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: H/D.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, plot is.
Summary: The built of a love story.
You were never by my side.
When we first met, I didn't think much of you. The second time only made clearer the fact that you weren't what I was looking for in a foreign - to me, at least - world.
We were never friends.
I didn't shake your hand when you offered it, and I know that it embarrassed you. That was the beginning of our rivalry - you hated me for humiliating you and I despised you for what you believed in, for what you stood for.
We hated each other.
As time passed by, as a new year came and an old one burned out, whatever we might've felt for the other became hate. Any meeting with you made my blood rush and my head buzz. All I ever wanted then was to mash your head on Hogwarts walls and spill your pureblood red blood over your pointy face.
We fought each other.
You were on the other side of the battle, when it came down to it. You fought my friends, you fought people I didn't even know, you fought me - and I lost. I lost because I saw it in your eyes.
I saw what could have been, what should have been. I saw you and me, together, stronger, invincible. I saw your thoughts, your feelings, your soul. I saw you.
We wanted each other.
You backed away, leaving me lying on the dirty ground, mud-covered. Your grey eyes, usually so alive and shining, were bleak, dim. Your skin, always so pale, standing out in the dark night, looked beautiful to me - unblemished by the blood that seemed everywhere on the battle field.
You faded into the night, my voice crying out your name, not reaching your ears in time. You went away - ran away - but I still had to fight, I still had to win.
I won and you escaped.
I heard that you'd fled England. That you refused your Mark and had been punished by Voldemort. That you'd been disinherited by your late father. That you'd been killed by a bitter ex-lover. So many things I heard, and all of them lies. You were alive, I was sure, and you still had access to your assets. You, of course, were an ex-Death Eater - I'd seen your Mark that fateful night.
You were closer than I thought.
I found you, unkempt and hungry, haunting Hogwarts dungeons. School had been abandoned after the Final Battle and no one ever went there - no one, except me. I'd been hoping to find some clue amongst your belongings left behind when you were called by Voldemort and your father, and I found you.
I took you home, fed you and bathed you. I treated you better than I'd ever treated anyone, for once over-looking your name, our past.
When you recovered enough to gather your bearings, the first thing to come out of your mouth was: "Are you going to kill me now?" I couldn't believe you still regarded me as an enemy after what I'd done for you, and it stung, as much I may have denied it. There you were, lying prone on my bed, eating my food, drinking my water - and thinking all I wanted from you was your blood, your death.
After a few days, your mistrust turned into curiosity, and you asked me why I was helping you. And I said I wanted a second chance, a new beginning. You told me we couldn't leave the past behind, and that the future was a fake promise of hope. I didn't know how to reply to your words, and so I left it at that.
Time passed naturally and you reluctantly grew to be fond of me. And I cared for your health, your life - you, really - more and more.
We became lovers.
It was gradual and delicate and hesitant, but our relationship deepened. I was the first to realize and to accept the want, the lust, the love that surrounded us. You were - well, seduced would be the best term, by me. I bought you Potions books, expensive wine and fancy food, and soon we were kissing in the study room I'd organized for you amongst your cherished books and yellow parchments.
We weren't really passionate about each other.
We argued sometimes, even though I always felt you held yourself back. Were you afraid I'd throw you out if you disagreed with me? I hated those moments when you'd suddenly go silent and stare stonily at me, refusing to utter one word. I would jump you, smashing my lips onto yours forcefully, and you were there again, alive and obstinate and fighting back.
But there were times... moments when our eyes met, and everything in the world made sense, and nothing outside our arms mattered, that I would think that I loved you.
And that you loved me back.
-fin-
Author:
ivi_malfoy.Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: H/D.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, plot is.
Summary: The built of a love story.
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You were never by my side.
When we first met, I didn't think much of you. The second time only made clearer the fact that you weren't what I was looking for in a foreign - to me, at least - world.
We were never friends.
I didn't shake your hand when you offered it, and I know that it embarrassed you. That was the beginning of our rivalry - you hated me for humiliating you and I despised you for what you believed in, for what you stood for.
We hated each other.
As time passed by, as a new year came and an old one burned out, whatever we might've felt for the other became hate. Any meeting with you made my blood rush and my head buzz. All I ever wanted then was to mash your head on Hogwarts walls and spill your pureblood red blood over your pointy face.
We fought each other.
You were on the other side of the battle, when it came down to it. You fought my friends, you fought people I didn't even know, you fought me - and I lost. I lost because I saw it in your eyes.
I saw what could have been, what should have been. I saw you and me, together, stronger, invincible. I saw your thoughts, your feelings, your soul. I saw you.
We wanted each other.
You backed away, leaving me lying on the dirty ground, mud-covered. Your grey eyes, usually so alive and shining, were bleak, dim. Your skin, always so pale, standing out in the dark night, looked beautiful to me - unblemished by the blood that seemed everywhere on the battle field.
You faded into the night, my voice crying out your name, not reaching your ears in time. You went away - ran away - but I still had to fight, I still had to win.
I won and you escaped.
I heard that you'd fled England. That you refused your Mark and had been punished by Voldemort. That you'd been disinherited by your late father. That you'd been killed by a bitter ex-lover. So many things I heard, and all of them lies. You were alive, I was sure, and you still had access to your assets. You, of course, were an ex-Death Eater - I'd seen your Mark that fateful night.
You were closer than I thought.
I found you, unkempt and hungry, haunting Hogwarts dungeons. School had been abandoned after the Final Battle and no one ever went there - no one, except me. I'd been hoping to find some clue amongst your belongings left behind when you were called by Voldemort and your father, and I found you.
I took you home, fed you and bathed you. I treated you better than I'd ever treated anyone, for once over-looking your name, our past.
When you recovered enough to gather your bearings, the first thing to come out of your mouth was: "Are you going to kill me now?" I couldn't believe you still regarded me as an enemy after what I'd done for you, and it stung, as much I may have denied it. There you were, lying prone on my bed, eating my food, drinking my water - and thinking all I wanted from you was your blood, your death.
After a few days, your mistrust turned into curiosity, and you asked me why I was helping you. And I said I wanted a second chance, a new beginning. You told me we couldn't leave the past behind, and that the future was a fake promise of hope. I didn't know how to reply to your words, and so I left it at that.
Time passed naturally and you reluctantly grew to be fond of me. And I cared for your health, your life - you, really - more and more.
We became lovers.
It was gradual and delicate and hesitant, but our relationship deepened. I was the first to realize and to accept the want, the lust, the love that surrounded us. You were - well, seduced would be the best term, by me. I bought you Potions books, expensive wine and fancy food, and soon we were kissing in the study room I'd organized for you amongst your cherished books and yellow parchments.
We weren't really passionate about each other.
We argued sometimes, even though I always felt you held yourself back. Were you afraid I'd throw you out if you disagreed with me? I hated those moments when you'd suddenly go silent and stare stonily at me, refusing to utter one word. I would jump you, smashing my lips onto yours forcefully, and you were there again, alive and obstinate and fighting back.
But there were times... moments when our eyes met, and everything in the world made sense, and nothing outside our arms mattered, that I would think that I loved you.
And that you loved me back.
-fin-
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Date: 2005-01-04 03:09 am (UTC)como você escrebe bem *.*
até vou chorar
amei a fic!
e é d/h XDD
ah vc é fodona e pronto =*
Naiady
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Date: 2005-01-05 03:10 am (UTC)xxxxx
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Date: 2005-01-05 03:16 am (UTC)*Ivi, a anta*
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Date: 2005-01-10 11:33 am (UTC)*still crying*
i need to say that i truly loved this?
you´re so amazing, girl, my favorite slasher xP
PS:lisonjeosas?
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There´s a new language coming this way o/
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Date: 2005-01-10 05:25 pm (UTC)Muuuuuito obrigada por ter lido e seu comentário lisonje-o-so!