Aftermath

[lokifan_import]

Happy Thanksgiving, Americans! Your customs are strange and incomprehensible to me. But hey, you don’t judge us for celebrating a man failing to blow up Parliament by burning him in effigy. Right?

Title: Aftermath
Beta: nursedarry and delphi
Word count: ~300
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Weren’t you supposed to hate someone less after you had sex with them?”
Warnings: angst
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: A slightly edited version of my Week One Harry/Draco LDWS ficlet. The prompt was I hate that I want you (100-300 words).


Weren’t you supposed to hate someone less after you had sex with them?

Draco spent the anniversary of Voldemort’s defeat getting quietly pissed with Goyle at the Leaky Cauldron. They stared at the pitted table instead of mentioning Crabbe while Goyle inhaled Guinness. Draco drank whiskey that burnt his throat so that for a moment he couldn’t breathe.

Potter was the man of the hour: laughing, drinking Bitterbeer too fast, thumping Longbottom’s back.

They met in the men’s room. They shuffled around each other, carefully silent, until Draco caught Potter’s eyes in the mirror. They were bleak and miserable: an emerald-green wasteland.

“Potter – ”

Potter lunged. Draco cried out, reaching for his wand, but Potter seized his wrist and squeezed hard before planting his lips on his. The clatter of his wand on the tiles meant nothing: Potter’s hot tongue was moving slickly in Draco’s mouth, Draco’s hand was clutching his hip.

They Apparated to Draco’s bedroom without a word. Potter slid to his knees, his mouth hot and fervent and fucking unbelievable. Draco’s eyes rolled back at the sight of Potter’s cheek distended round his cock; he came shamefully fast. Potter fucked him then, and Draco’s breath came in sobbing pants as he begged.

Potter was gone come morning. Draco saw him at lunchtime. He looked tired, but essentially the same: bristling with vibrancy, hair a ridiculous supernova of black, laughing too loudly.

Draco waited for the private look that said they shared a secret.

It never came. Potter’s gaze hitched for a moment like a fingernail caught in cloth, then slid past.

Draco looked at the women his mother lined up and was sickened. He couldn’t be without Potter. Potter hadn’t spoken to him since.

Draco hated him. Would never forgive this desperation.

Potter didn’t seem to notice.

Comments

[angelofcaffeine.livejournal.com]

i>It never came. Potter’s gaze hitched for a moment like a fingernail caught in cloth, then slid past.

This line is absolutely beautiful. You have a real way with words.

[lokifan]

Thank you so much :D Your icon is amazing!

[winterstorrm.livejournal.com]

Guh, how could Harry do that?
This is a tiny piece of heartbreak :-(

[lokifan]

:( He's just... way too oblivious and invested in Malfoy-has-no-emotions to realise what he's doing to him. I am so mean to my poor boy!

Thanks for the (prettily written, too!) comment.

[thepretender501.livejournal.com]

Awww!

[lokifan]

Thanks for the comment :)

[kitschobrien.livejournal.com]

I feel so sorry for Draco in this! Although it's nice to see he's not the 'villain' in this one. So sad, but oh so pretty!

[lokifan]

I know, poor bloke :( Harry's oblivious cruelty works way better for me as a cause of long-term pain between them than Draco's spite. Thanks for the lovely comment!

[sweet-tard.livejournal.com]

Wow, very beautiful but heartbreaking all the same. You're excellent with descriptions and you managed to put so much into so little. My favorite lines were:

"Potter’s gaze hitched for a moment like a fingernail caught in cloth, then slid past."

"an emerald-green wasteland."

"bristling with vibrancy, hair a ridiculous supernova of black, laughing too loudly."

Of course, the last line is especially powerful.

On an off-topic note, would you mind explaining whatever non-American holiday you were referring to in your post? I'm an American so I fail at understanding. ^^"

[cello-of-doom.livejournal.com]

This was a lovely little drabble - it made me feel very sad, but something about the brevity and almost violence of it was really really erotic. I only clicked it because it had the same title as my own WIP, but I'm glad I did.

@ sweet_tard - the holiday is November 5th - otherwise known as Guy Fawkes night or Fireworks night. Only we Brits find it amusing to celebrate the day someone tried to blow up our government.

[lokifan]

Thank you! What an interesting comment, I love it :)

[lokifan]

Thank you so much for the detailed comment, I really appreciate it! *grins at the screen* Wonderful feedback.

As cello_of_doom said, I meant 5th November/Guy Fawkes Night/Bonfire Night. Guy Fawkes tried to blow up Parliament as part of a Catholic conspiracy (while the Catholic v Protestant fight was raging) and got caught. So we burn Guys on bonfires and have fireworks to celebrate, you know, the lack of blowing up. We have a strange sense of humour...

[lyrael67.livejournal.com]

Wow, it hits me like a gunshot. No mercy from the Saviour, isn't it?
Thanks for this one.

[lokifan]

Thank you so much! Nope, no mercy. Although in my head Harry just thinks Draco's the one-off type and way too nasty to care, and never realises what he's doing to him. :(

[secretsolitaire.livejournal.com]

This is fantastic -- the sex scene is so hot even though you only give it a few sentences, and I like the line about a fingernail caught in cloth, very vivid.

[lokifan]

*beams* Thank you!

[lijahlover.livejournal.com]

This was brilliant and my heart bleeds for Draco!

[lokifan]

Thank you! Poor boy.

[valinorean.livejournal.com]

That was so cruel and painful! Lovely angst ♥

[lokifan]

Thank you! *guiltily gives Draco a hug*

[elainemalfoy.livejournal.com]

*is enticed into the H/D again ahhh* haha

They shuffled around each other, carefully silent, until Draco caught Potter’s eyes in the mirror. They were bleak and miserable: an emerald-green wasteland.

what a vivid image!!

Poor Draco. This is brilliant, just perfect.

[lokifan]

LOL. *entices*

Thank you! Poor Draco indeed.

[ships-harry.livejournal.com]

Brutal. Gah, I love the huge divide and the untidiness, the mismatched emotion and that the one-nighter meant such different things to them.

[ships-harry.livejournal.com]

Also - what's even stranger to me than the American's thanksgiving is that we down in the Antipodes do Guy Fawkes as well. Celebrating someone trying to blow up a completely different parliament... our British roots are showing :).

Still, fireworks are awesome, and we sometimes get Chinese New Year as well. New Zealand - stealing other culture's celebrations since...

[lokifan]

YOU'RE OUR FAVOURITE FORMER COLONY. ♥

:p

Still, why wouldn't you do Guy Fawkes? EXPLOSIONS! FIRES! SHINY SHINY LIGHTS! Diwali was on the same day this year, it was INSANE.

[ships-harry.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, I forgot about Diwali! That got done (the big public stuff anyway) the weekend of Oct 23rd-24th. Keep meaning to go, cos it should be awesome. Next year!

[lokifan]

Thank you! Great comment :) And 'mismatched emotion' is the perfect phrase. Poor Draco!

[desireforhope.livejournal.com]

Aw, cuddles Draco and brings in Harry look alike, or Blaise. LOL.

[lokifan]

LOL! Yeah, I'm sure Blaise would be happy to comfort Draco!