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prairie_grass) wrote2006-11-06 08:35 pm
prairie_grass) wrote2006-11-06 08:35 pm
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Mine - Drabble002
Next in the series, probably giving away too much info too soon but hey, you'll find out eventually.
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Disclaimer - This story is based on characters and situationscreated 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.
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Draco looked up as his bedroom door slammed.
“Potter!?” He gaped at the dazed looking boy who was standing across the room, “What the hell are you doing here?!”
Potter twitched and took a shaky step back; Draco cursed himself for not remembering what the Dark Lord tended to do to his enemies when he’d captured them.
“I-” Potter stopped and cleared his throat, “I don’t know.”
Draco couldn’t help hoping Potter’s hoarse tone was simply through disuse and not screaming. “I’m supposed to give you this,” Potter hesitantly held out an envelope.
Draco eyed it was no small amount of trepidation, but walked over and snatched it anyway.
The missive was short,
Dearest Draco,
I don’t renege on Wizard’s Bargains;
I hope you like your present.
LV.
He couldn’t help it, he let out a screech of frustration and tore the letter in two, threw it on the ground and jumped up and down on it several times, “Stupid, bastard, arrogant fucking evil dark lord piece of shit!” he screamed.
What does he want!?
It was only then that Draco noticed Potter pressing himself back against the door with a panicked expression on his face. Draco sighed, When life gives you lemons... “Look, Potter, you can stop standing there like a puppy that’s about to be kicked. I may not like you much but for some reason, in this place, childhood rivalries become somewhat trivial. And besides, they’ve taken my wand. Not much I can do without that.”
Potter seemed to relax marginally, but still watched Draco with wary eyes.
Draco tried not to let his irritation control him, “Look, how long has it been since you’ve seen the sky?” A loaded question if there ever was one.
Potter stared at Draco for a long time before answering, “A while,”
“Okay well look,” Draco gestured to the other end of the room, “See, I have windows, and the sun is about to set, how about you go sit there for a bit, try and relax, and I’ll get the house elves to make you some tea, okay?” It felt like he was talking to a frightened child.
Potter’s eyes flickered to the huge bay windows then back to Draco, it took another few second before he said softly, “Okay,”
Draco repressed a sigh, “Good.”
Fucking Dark Lord. If he thinks he can win that easily, he’s got another thing coming.
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Next
mleh mleh?
/ Previous /
Disclaimer - This story is based on characters and situationscreated 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
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Drabble002
By Page Russet
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
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Drabble002
By Page Russet
~ Fear ~
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Draco looked up as his bedroom door slammed.
“Potter!?” He gaped at the dazed looking boy who was standing across the room, “What the hell are you doing here?!”
Potter twitched and took a shaky step back; Draco cursed himself for not remembering what the Dark Lord tended to do to his enemies when he’d captured them.
“I-” Potter stopped and cleared his throat, “I don’t know.”
Draco couldn’t help hoping Potter’s hoarse tone was simply through disuse and not screaming. “I’m supposed to give you this,” Potter hesitantly held out an envelope.
Draco eyed it was no small amount of trepidation, but walked over and snatched it anyway.
The missive was short,
Dearest Draco,
I don’t renege on Wizard’s Bargains;
I hope you like your present.
LV.
He couldn’t help it, he let out a screech of frustration and tore the letter in two, threw it on the ground and jumped up and down on it several times, “Stupid, bastard, arrogant fucking evil dark lord piece of shit!” he screamed.
What does he want!?
It was only then that Draco noticed Potter pressing himself back against the door with a panicked expression on his face. Draco sighed, When life gives you lemons... “Look, Potter, you can stop standing there like a puppy that’s about to be kicked. I may not like you much but for some reason, in this place, childhood rivalries become somewhat trivial. And besides, they’ve taken my wand. Not much I can do without that.”
Potter seemed to relax marginally, but still watched Draco with wary eyes.
Draco tried not to let his irritation control him, “Look, how long has it been since you’ve seen the sky?” A loaded question if there ever was one.
Potter stared at Draco for a long time before answering, “A while,”
“Okay well look,” Draco gestured to the other end of the room, “See, I have windows, and the sun is about to set, how about you go sit there for a bit, try and relax, and I’ll get the house elves to make you some tea, okay?” It felt like he was talking to a frightened child.
Potter’s eyes flickered to the huge bay windows then back to Draco, it took another few second before he said softly, “Okay,”
Draco repressed a sigh, “Good.”
Fucking Dark Lord. If he thinks he can win that easily, he’s got another thing coming.
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Next
mleh mleh?