Okay so, I had his pop into my head, sortof, trying to squeeze its way into one of my current WIPs. I thought about it for about 40 minutes, (two albums, one orange, a load of washing and a desk tidy), and just couldn't figure out how I could incorporate it without compromising the legitimacy of the current stories. However, the story didn't want to go away so I decided to keep it - as a series of unconnected drabbles (i.e. back and forward in time) and (possibly) chapters that would eventually create a full story. The reason I don't want it to be done with normal chapters and story-flow is that I really don't have time to put into another full story, and I think I will enjoy the occasional edge of this story on my consciousness without it demanding total domination of my thoughts. Hopefully it will work!

Anyway, here's the first drabble in the series, I hope you like.



Disclaimer - This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. [This disclaimer was nicked from the Restricted Section.]

Summary: Harry and Draco discover the hard way what things people can and can't take from you... And what you can create for yourself.

Pairings: (eventually) Harry/Draco, Draco/Voldemort,(maybe some others I haven't thought about yet)

Warnings: (eventually) Rated R18 (NC17): Darkfic, rape, MPREG, torture, slash, sexxxx.



Mine
A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Drabble001
By Page Russet





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"He can’t take anything I choose to keep."

"But-"

Malfoy whirled on him, furious, "No! No buts! He has taken nothing from me, nothing! It’s not invasive or humiliating or disgusting unless I choose to feel invaded, humiliated or disgusted!"

He turned away, looking out the window, the sun glinting off his hair as he ran trembling hands through it. "It’s just... flesh. Flesh on flesh; like animals. It says nothing of my soul. It doesn’t touch my soul." He turned to glare at Harry again, "My soul is mine."


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