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Title: Dark and Light
Author: Blindinsanity99
Prompt: Blaise/Harry, Blaise/Draco
Summary: It was like choosing between breathing and the beat of his heart. Impossible. He can’t live with out either. But without either, he was just as dead
Rating: PG-13(only to be super safe, but I don't think even that)
Blaise buried his head deeper under his pillows, not wishing for a sound of his internal torment to escape. They found out about each other. He wasn’t ashamed, no, he loved them both, but he knew they would react this way. They told him to choose. But choosing between them was like choosing between breathing and his heart beating. Impossible. Without either, he’d die.
Draco was his light in the dark. His silvery hair was like silk, slipping through his fingers. He was stronger than he looked yet still oh so feminine at times. His skin was milky, making a striking contrast against Blaise’s darker tint. His mercury eyes would always be watching him, even in the middle of the night. Blaise would wake up for some reason and see them watching.
Harry was the opposite. He was the dark that Draco lit up. His dark hair was no less soft but it was shorter. His emerald eyes seemed to practically glow in the dark. His skin was darker, spending so much time out of doors. He was more masculine of the pair but more in need of comfort too. He was the one who would whisper that he loved him while Draco just left him to assume.
But all those reasons were superficial. He loved the fact that no one could outfly Harry. That no one could ever out think Draco. Harry led a troubled life, never having anything come easy to him, yet he always held firm in his belief in the light. Draco led a pampered and brainwashed childhood, faith always in the darker side of life. They were both so vocal about their opinions, never truly caring about what other people would think.
Their similarities and differences were so intertwined. It would be impossible to pick where his love for one ended and the other began. Without the light, no one could see in the dark, but without the dark, the light had no depth. It was funny, really. Draco may have been his light, but there was no one darker on the inside. And Harry was the opposite. They just never realized it.
Or maybe they did. There lay his problem. He let out a choked sob, drawing his knees to his chest. Opposites attract after all. He suspected that’s why their reactions were so violent. They now had a common bond to unite them. Their hatred of him.
He got no sleep that night, half stumbling to the Great Hall in the morning. The Slytherins and Gryffindors glared at him as he sat at the end of his table, eating slowly. A bout of laughter found its way to his ears and he looked up.
The two, his light and darkness, were laughing while looking pointedly at him. Both sitting at the lion’s table. It was surprising that one thing could erase six years of torment. He sighed, leaving the hall, breakfast uneaten.
It was like choosing between breathing and the beat of his heart. Impossible. He can’t live with out either. But without either, he was just as dead.
Author: Blindinsanity99
Prompt: Blaise/Harry, Blaise/Draco
Summary: It was like choosing between breathing and the beat of his heart. Impossible. He can’t live with out either. But without either, he was just as dead
Rating: PG-13(only to be super safe, but I don't think even that)
Blaise buried his head deeper under his pillows, not wishing for a sound of his internal torment to escape. They found out about each other. He wasn’t ashamed, no, he loved them both, but he knew they would react this way. They told him to choose. But choosing between them was like choosing between breathing and his heart beating. Impossible. Without either, he’d die.
Draco was his light in the dark. His silvery hair was like silk, slipping through his fingers. He was stronger than he looked yet still oh so feminine at times. His skin was milky, making a striking contrast against Blaise’s darker tint. His mercury eyes would always be watching him, even in the middle of the night. Blaise would wake up for some reason and see them watching.
Harry was the opposite. He was the dark that Draco lit up. His dark hair was no less soft but it was shorter. His emerald eyes seemed to practically glow in the dark. His skin was darker, spending so much time out of doors. He was more masculine of the pair but more in need of comfort too. He was the one who would whisper that he loved him while Draco just left him to assume.
But all those reasons were superficial. He loved the fact that no one could outfly Harry. That no one could ever out think Draco. Harry led a troubled life, never having anything come easy to him, yet he always held firm in his belief in the light. Draco led a pampered and brainwashed childhood, faith always in the darker side of life. They were both so vocal about their opinions, never truly caring about what other people would think.
Their similarities and differences were so intertwined. It would be impossible to pick where his love for one ended and the other began. Without the light, no one could see in the dark, but without the dark, the light had no depth. It was funny, really. Draco may have been his light, but there was no one darker on the inside. And Harry was the opposite. They just never realized it.
Or maybe they did. There lay his problem. He let out a choked sob, drawing his knees to his chest. Opposites attract after all. He suspected that’s why their reactions were so violent. They now had a common bond to unite them. Their hatred of him.
He got no sleep that night, half stumbling to the Great Hall in the morning. The Slytherins and Gryffindors glared at him as he sat at the end of his table, eating slowly. A bout of laughter found its way to his ears and he looked up.
The two, his light and darkness, were laughing while looking pointedly at him. Both sitting at the lion’s table. It was surprising that one thing could erase six years of torment. He sighed, leaving the hall, breakfast uneaten.
It was like choosing between breathing and the beat of his heart. Impossible. He can’t live with out either. But without either, he was just as dead.