softly_sweetly 'All That I Have Come To Depend On' 42/50 (BZ/DM NC17)
Title - All That I Have Come To Depend On
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - genlisae - wouldn't have seen this through to the end without you, so thank you baby!
Rating - NC17
Word Count - 452
Characters/Pairings - Draco/Blaise, cameos from any and all others in the HP Verse
Warnings - Adult Language, Sexual Situations, Character Death, Violence. General Darkness, Kinkiness,
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story
Author's Notes - While each chapter can be read as a stand-alone drabble, they fall together to become a much bigger fiction, and make more sense that way. My table can be found here, and the stories can be found in my journal here if you missed the beginning!
Prompt Number 21 Near
It was just an ordinary day when the Great Hall shook to its very foundations. Another day started with soft kisses shared between lovers, kind words between friends, pointed barbs between enemies. Another day where Harry screwed up a potion and Draco snarked at him. Just another day, when the world started to end.
They were eating dinner, the whole school in one place laughing and joking and flicking peas at each other, when the explosion went off. And they knew; all of them knew that this was it. No warning, no threats, no time to prepare, just the beginning of the battle.
Draco reached a hand out and grabbed Blaise's arm, meeting his eyes and managing to convey everything with a single look in the split-second between the explosion and the pandemonium.
Fifth years were put in charge of the lower years, taking them down to the dungeons and safety. Sixth and seventh years were given the choice to stay behind, but all stepped up to fight. Draco kept his hold on Blaise as he headed across the hall, ignoring the shouts and orders as he made his way over to Potter. The brunette looked scared, and Draco rested a hand quickly on his shoulder. "Don't fuck this up Potter, I'm on your side and I could do without the embarrassment."
"I'll try and get it right."
"Just remember; point the thin end of the wand at the other guy."
Harry nodded, and Draco shot him a small smile. "See you on the other side Harry."
"Same to you two."
McGonagall appeared to whisk Harry away, but he pulled away for another moment. Holding his hand out to Draco, he shot him a crooked grin. "My name's Harry Potter."
Draco shook his head, sniggering softly as he took the offered handshake. "Draco Malfoy. Pleasure."
He watched as Harry walked away to take his position in the fight, and felt Blaise's arms wind around his waist. "Wonder what that was?"
"Bastard just wants to have the moral upper-hand in case he pops it. Come on, it's nearly time."
"Draco I…"
"I love you too."
Nodding softly, Blaise took out his wand and turned around, walking with Draco towards the entrance. The strength of the explosion meant Voldemort was close, and the atmosphere was tense as they stepped out into the murky half-light. Order members and Aurors were Apparating in all around them; McGonagall must have lifted the wards. But as they watched the Death Eaters approaching, Blaise knew they'd still be outnumbered.
Offering up a silent prayer to whoever was listening, Blaise tightened his grip on his wand, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with his friends and peers and waiting for the world to end.
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - genlisae - wouldn't have seen this through to the end without you, so thank you baby!
Rating - NC17
Word Count - 452
Characters/Pairings - Draco/Blaise, cameos from any and all others in the HP Verse
Warnings - Adult Language, Sexual Situations, Character Death, Violence. General Darkness, Kinkiness,
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story
Author's Notes - While each chapter can be read as a stand-alone drabble, they fall together to become a much bigger fiction, and make more sense that way. My table can be found here, and the stories can be found in my journal here if you missed the beginning!
Prompt Number 21 Near
It was just an ordinary day when the Great Hall shook to its very foundations. Another day started with soft kisses shared between lovers, kind words between friends, pointed barbs between enemies. Another day where Harry screwed up a potion and Draco snarked at him. Just another day, when the world started to end.
They were eating dinner, the whole school in one place laughing and joking and flicking peas at each other, when the explosion went off. And they knew; all of them knew that this was it. No warning, no threats, no time to prepare, just the beginning of the battle.
Draco reached a hand out and grabbed Blaise's arm, meeting his eyes and managing to convey everything with a single look in the split-second between the explosion and the pandemonium.
Fifth years were put in charge of the lower years, taking them down to the dungeons and safety. Sixth and seventh years were given the choice to stay behind, but all stepped up to fight. Draco kept his hold on Blaise as he headed across the hall, ignoring the shouts and orders as he made his way over to Potter. The brunette looked scared, and Draco rested a hand quickly on his shoulder. "Don't fuck this up Potter, I'm on your side and I could do without the embarrassment."
"I'll try and get it right."
"Just remember; point the thin end of the wand at the other guy."
Harry nodded, and Draco shot him a small smile. "See you on the other side Harry."
"Same to you two."
McGonagall appeared to whisk Harry away, but he pulled away for another moment. Holding his hand out to Draco, he shot him a crooked grin. "My name's Harry Potter."
Draco shook his head, sniggering softly as he took the offered handshake. "Draco Malfoy. Pleasure."
He watched as Harry walked away to take his position in the fight, and felt Blaise's arms wind around his waist. "Wonder what that was?"
"Bastard just wants to have the moral upper-hand in case he pops it. Come on, it's nearly time."
"Draco I…"
"I love you too."
Nodding softly, Blaise took out his wand and turned around, walking with Draco towards the entrance. The strength of the explosion meant Voldemort was close, and the atmosphere was tense as they stepped out into the murky half-light. Order members and Aurors were Apparating in all around them; McGonagall must have lifted the wards. But as they watched the Death Eaters approaching, Blaise knew they'd still be outnumbered.
Offering up a silent prayer to whoever was listening, Blaise tightened his grip on his wand, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with his friends and peers and waiting for the world to end.