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lokifan_import) wrote2010-11-26 10:39 am
lokifan_import) wrote2010-11-26 10:39 am
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Aftermath
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.
Title: Aftermath
Beta:
nursedarry and delphiWord 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.
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This line is absolutely beautiful. You have a real way with words.
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This is a tiny piece of heartbreak :-(
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Thanks for the (prettily written, too!) comment.
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"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. ^^"
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@ 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.
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Thanks for this one.
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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.
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Thank you! Poor Draco indeed.
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Still, fireworks are awesome, and we sometimes get Chinese New Year as well. New Zealand - stealing other culture's celebrations since...
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: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.
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