Drabble Contest Winners!!!
So the votes are in, they have been counted and verified and I'm absolutely proud to present to you the Winners of the challenge.
In First place we have the beautiful Forever Green by Joelie
Title: Forever Green
Author: joelie
Song: Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb
Rating: R?
Length: 238 Words
Warnings: Character Death
You can’t hear his words across the field. All you see are his green eyes; all you want are his green eyes. You feel out of place amidst the black cloaks. The weight of a sacrifice, one he never did agree with, searing your arm. You want the spot that you once held, back in his arms, his body pressed down on top of you, warmth.
The war presses on, two forces collide. Stumble to survive. Just like that first time you stumbled into his arms. Run and cringe. Just like you did when he saw what side you had chosen, green eyes hurting more than the brand that you wish to God you had never taken. He is gone, and all you want is him; back.
So close now, your lord has chosen him. Marked him, and you can’t stand that anyone but you has a right to him. No longer will you let him be his. You focus your intent. Draw together your will.
He shouts a warning to you, a desperate pleading. But you can’t hear what he says to you. Nothing you could say in return will lessen the punishment that your lord is about to deal to you.
Your lord turns; he can sense your disloyalty. A raised hand, an unleashed wand, a whispered spell. There is no pain, you are receding.
Green, just like his eyes, and forever, you’re in his arms.
CONGRATULATIONS!
In second place, we have a very close runner up, with only one vote in it.
Second place goes to the wonderfully dark Final by flipperland
Song: Sunday Bloody Sunday - U2
Final
We feed and drink while tomorrow they die.
Draco sipped his wine, his keen eyes never leaving Harry’s. A faint feeling of pride washed over him as he noticed the way Harry had prepared their dinner: refined, elegant, yet simple, just like he Draco had taught him all those months before. Mother would be proud to know I passed her skills on to someone. He chuckled at the thought, making Harry look up from his meal, a curious expression on his face.
“It’s nothing, Harry.” Draco smiled. “Just a bit lost in my memories…”
Harry nodded, and continued on savouring a delicious bit of some fancy vegetable that Draco had taught him to cook.
***
Harry was pinned against the wall, shirt ripped open and pants quickly following. Not that he wasn’t giving as well as he got, mind you-Draco had been a bit too vocal about the destruction of his favourite silk shirt, eventually shutting up when Harry’s mouth crashed against his own.
***
“Draco… Oh God, Draco…”
They were moaning now; Draco thrusting into Harry, Harry falling apart beneath Draco. This was rough and wild and urgent-the reality of what was going to happen tomorrow silently carved into each touch, fuelling their passion to the edge.
Harry was whimpering; no tender words -ohfuckyes-, no sweet sounds -ohgodfuckmeharder-, no gentle admissions -fuck me, Draco, I want to feel all of you burying deep inside me right NOW. Feelings and thoughts and swearing; please, yes, fuck, right there; fragments of something to profound to be said in moans and grunts.
***
Draco thrust one final time into Harry, pumping into him with his release. They both barely noticed Harry’s come, sticky between their bodies. They didn’t notice Harry’s scratch marks on Draco’s back, or the way Harry’s forearm was reddening because of the brutal bite Draco had done only moments before. They didn’t notice much besides Harry’s body crushed under Draco, who was too spent to even move out of his lover. And honestly, even if he wasn’t that out of stamina, he wouldn’t have moved either.
***
The first rays of dawn barely illuminated the room, but Harry didn’t need to see his lover to know that Draco was staring into his eyes. They had been like that all night, always holding each other’s gaze, while their bodies caressed languidly.
Draco hadn’t pulled out from inside Harry, either.
***
The brightness of the day told Harry that it probably was around nine in the morning. He suddenly grabbed Draco’s left forearm and Draco froze, but only for just a moment; he was familiar with what would come next but it always took him by surprise.
Harry ignored Draco’s inicial reaction, and brought his face closer to the black skull marring Draco’s perfect skin. It had been there for years, but he never got used to the hideous sight of Voldemort’s dark mark.
His tongue flicked out and licked the outlines of the horrendous drawing-- snake, skull, repeat. His gaze burned when he looked at the snake, his next words coming out in Parseltongue, like they always did when he did this.
“You will not win.”
Draco gasped above him, and Harry felt a slight twitch inside him. He knew the effect Parseltongue had on Draco-it was probably the only benefit of having old Voldie’s powers.
“I will crush you. I will kill you then burn you then inhale deeply on the smell of your burning flesh and soul. You will never win, Voldemort.”
He had finished talking, but he would anyway when he felt Draco’s cock filling him up inside. It was always so… exquisite.
***
Neither of them said anything when Draco put on his Death Eather robes, or when his mark burned. Neither of them said anything when Harry got his signal to apparate to Grimmauld Place, number Twelve. Neither of them said anything after their last, final kiss-- the last time their lips touched, the last time their tongues danced, the last time they tasted each other.
***
Whimpers and moans and grunts were forgotten when they faced each other in their last, final battle.
Good versus Evil.
Slytherin versus Gryffindor.
Seeker versus Seeker.
***
Neither of them had noticed a faint red stain the previous night, caused by the wine during their dinner, marring the whiteness of the table cloth.
Red like blood.
And Lastly but by no mean least we have two Third places!! The authors in third place are acidquill with Human. and elle113 with Departure.
Song/Lyrics: Iris - Goo Goo Dolls.
Human
*
I just want you to know who I am
*
The war had exploded. Neither side could’ve been prepared for the sheer destruction hate could create. Diagon Alley lay in ruins. Hogwarts had been overrun. Panic and fear choked the very air. Every day the list of the fallen grew longer: another motherfathersondaughter died; another family imploded.
And in the middle two boys:
“I’m not the saviour Draco. I can’t…” Harry drew a ragged breath. “I don’t know how to save the world.”
Draco leaned forward until his forehead rested against Harry’s. “I don’t expect you to.” He brushed at the tears streaking through the grime on Harry’s face.
“But I'm supposed to know! I'm…”
“Shh.” Draco placed a gentle hand over his lover’s mouth. “You’re right, you’re not the saviour. That’s a job much too big for just one person. You can’t stop every Unforgivable. You shouldn’t have to. But who you are Harry, that’s easy. You’re the man I love. An incredible kisser. The best fuck ever.” Draco’s smile was crooked. “You’re the best friend anyone could have; Merlyn knows if you don’t believe me just ask Weasley and Granger. You’re brave and honest and sneaky as hell sometimes. But,” He took Harry’s face in his hands. “Most of all, you’re Harry. Just Harry. And that is more than enough for me.”
Song/Lyrics: "Iris" -- Goo Goo Dolls
Departure
The room was silent. Harry stood staring down at each person in the room, determined and strong about the decision he had made. The silence was weighing him down though, and was finding it hard to breathe. He cleared his throat. “I know some of you may not see eye-to-eye with me on this but I stand by my decision.” He walked to the side with his hands behind his back knowing that every single eye was on him, looking to him for hope and a solution to all the pain and suffering the world was enduring for many years. “We need to pull back for a little while. Voldemort needs to regroup after the last few attacks. He suffered great losses thanks to us and he is becoming fed up with the attacks around England. Voldemort isn’t going to hold back next time and he needs time to devise a authoritative attack, which will take time. This is good for us though because we have unfortunately had many losses recently.” Harry stopped in his tracks and looked at everyone in the room. “We need to be prepared.”
A collective mummer of agreements began to crawl across the room. The Order seemed to believe the speech Harry gave, to Harry’s immense relief. “If any of you have any questions or disagreements on my decision, please come to me but until then, meeting’s over.” The many witches and wizards filed out of the room with bent heads of conversations being whispered between themselves.
Harry walked to the end of the table and shuffled the many papers he had scattered across the wooden top. “That was a convincing speech, Harry.” Harry looked up to see Draco leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a dark blue jumper over faded blue jeans. His hair had grown out to his shoulder that fell in many layers. He was wearing classes, too. Draco’s eyesight had been injured after a particularly gruesome Crucio attack from Voldemort under suspicions of being a spy.
Draco pushed himself off the wall with ease and walked towards Harry. Harry simply stared over his glasses, with his hand still holding the papers in mid-air, and then looked back down organizing the papers together with his two hands. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“You know that what you’re about to do is a first-class suicide attempt, right?” Harry froze.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you think that it - “ Draco smirked and shook his head. Harry put the papers back onto the table and stared at Draco in confusion.
“You have that look.”
“What look?” Draco took a step forward nonchalantly.
“The look of someone who is about to sneak off and fight Voldemort all by himself.” Harry’s breath hitched and he blinked a few times. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Draco though and he knew Draco could read him like a book by just looking into his eyes. He always could. “I know Gryffindor’s are known for their vast bravery but I think somewhere along the line ‘bravery’ and ‘stupidity’ begin to blur together a little.”
“Nice try, Draco but I’m afraid you’re wrong.” Draco stepped closer.
“I was a spy for five years, Harry. I can tell when someone is lying to me and of all people, especially you.” Harry let a small smile play across his lips as he raised his hand gently up the side of Draco’s cheek. Draco closed his eyes involuntarily and leaned into the touch.
“Yes, I remember.” Harry leaned in and captured Draco’s lips with his. Draco instantly responded with eagerness and ran his tongue across Harry’s bottom lip. Harry began to get lost in the touch of Draco and of how much he loved and missed being touched by him. Draco let out a small moan as he leaned into Harry a bit more. Harry quickly pulled back breathing heavily.
“I have to go, Draco.” Draco’s eyes snapped open behind his frameless glasses.
“I won’t let you do this. Let me come with you. You can’t do this alone.” Draco’s voice was pleading now and Harry could feel his throat contract as if something was trapped there.
“I knew you would know…but they can’t. I don’t want the world to see me --“ Harry trailed off, looked away and began to walk to the door.
“I know who you are, Harry. I know.” Harry’s steps faltered slightly but he kept walking. Draco ran after him knowing that if he kept talking he could probably stall Harry long enough to get him to think rationally. “Harry, you can’t always be the hero. You can’t do this by yourself!” Harry paused at the door leading to the street outside. A few people had come into the hallway to see what all the commotion was and began giving Draco suspicious looks.
“I have to do this, Draco. The prophecy said -“
“Fuck the goddamn prophecy, Harry!”
“I have to do this; there is no other way. I’m the Boy-Who-Lived. I was chosen to do this and I will finish this right now. No more innocent people are going to die. And no, you are not coming with me, Draco.” Harry cupped Draco’s cheek gently even though his hands were shaking against his control. “I need to know you are safe. I need to know that you will survive this, even if I may not.”
Draco’s face broke and he began to blink back the stinging behind his eyes. “No…” Harry kissed him hard on the lips and swiftly walked out the door. He paused in the centre of the darkened street as a heavy rain fell in the air.
He was gone.
Draco ran towards the place where Harry had stood a second ago and whirled around as if hoping he had apparated a few feet away. “Harry...” Draco collapsed to his knees letting his hands hang to his sides. “Harry… no.”
CONGRATULATIONS EVERYONE!
Now winners! You all have a choice. I can either Draw you a picture of your choice as your prize, or I can make you a graphics of your choice. It's up to you.
You all did so wonderfully! Thank you for entering my contest I was so very flattered by the response and the great quality of every entry.
Once again. Thank you.
In First place we have the beautiful Forever Green by Joelie
Title: Forever Green
Author: joelie
Song: Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb
Rating: R?
Length: 238 Words
Warnings: Character Death
You can’t hear his words across the field. All you see are his green eyes; all you want are his green eyes. You feel out of place amidst the black cloaks. The weight of a sacrifice, one he never did agree with, searing your arm. You want the spot that you once held, back in his arms, his body pressed down on top of you, warmth.
The war presses on, two forces collide. Stumble to survive. Just like that first time you stumbled into his arms. Run and cringe. Just like you did when he saw what side you had chosen, green eyes hurting more than the brand that you wish to God you had never taken. He is gone, and all you want is him; back.
So close now, your lord has chosen him. Marked him, and you can’t stand that anyone but you has a right to him. No longer will you let him be his. You focus your intent. Draw together your will.
He shouts a warning to you, a desperate pleading. But you can’t hear what he says to you. Nothing you could say in return will lessen the punishment that your lord is about to deal to you.
Your lord turns; he can sense your disloyalty. A raised hand, an unleashed wand, a whispered spell. There is no pain, you are receding.
Green, just like his eyes, and forever, you’re in his arms.
CONGRATULATIONS!
In second place, we have a very close runner up, with only one vote in it.
Second place goes to the wonderfully dark Final by flipperland
Song: Sunday Bloody Sunday - U2
Final
We feed and drink while tomorrow they die.
Draco sipped his wine, his keen eyes never leaving Harry’s. A faint feeling of pride washed over him as he noticed the way Harry had prepared their dinner: refined, elegant, yet simple, just like he Draco had taught him all those months before. Mother would be proud to know I passed her skills on to someone. He chuckled at the thought, making Harry look up from his meal, a curious expression on his face.
“It’s nothing, Harry.” Draco smiled. “Just a bit lost in my memories…”
Harry nodded, and continued on savouring a delicious bit of some fancy vegetable that Draco had taught him to cook.
***
Harry was pinned against the wall, shirt ripped open and pants quickly following. Not that he wasn’t giving as well as he got, mind you-Draco had been a bit too vocal about the destruction of his favourite silk shirt, eventually shutting up when Harry’s mouth crashed against his own.
***
“Draco… Oh God, Draco…”
They were moaning now; Draco thrusting into Harry, Harry falling apart beneath Draco. This was rough and wild and urgent-the reality of what was going to happen tomorrow silently carved into each touch, fuelling their passion to the edge.
Harry was whimpering; no tender words -ohfuckyes-, no sweet sounds -ohgodfuckmeharder-, no gentle admissions -fuck me, Draco, I want to feel all of you burying deep inside me right NOW. Feelings and thoughts and swearing; please, yes, fuck, right there; fragments of something to profound to be said in moans and grunts.
***
Draco thrust one final time into Harry, pumping into him with his release. They both barely noticed Harry’s come, sticky between their bodies. They didn’t notice Harry’s scratch marks on Draco’s back, or the way Harry’s forearm was reddening because of the brutal bite Draco had done only moments before. They didn’t notice much besides Harry’s body crushed under Draco, who was too spent to even move out of his lover. And honestly, even if he wasn’t that out of stamina, he wouldn’t have moved either.
***
The first rays of dawn barely illuminated the room, but Harry didn’t need to see his lover to know that Draco was staring into his eyes. They had been like that all night, always holding each other’s gaze, while their bodies caressed languidly.
Draco hadn’t pulled out from inside Harry, either.
***
The brightness of the day told Harry that it probably was around nine in the morning. He suddenly grabbed Draco’s left forearm and Draco froze, but only for just a moment; he was familiar with what would come next but it always took him by surprise.
Harry ignored Draco’s inicial reaction, and brought his face closer to the black skull marring Draco’s perfect skin. It had been there for years, but he never got used to the hideous sight of Voldemort’s dark mark.
His tongue flicked out and licked the outlines of the horrendous drawing-- snake, skull, repeat. His gaze burned when he looked at the snake, his next words coming out in Parseltongue, like they always did when he did this.
“You will not win.”
Draco gasped above him, and Harry felt a slight twitch inside him. He knew the effect Parseltongue had on Draco-it was probably the only benefit of having old Voldie’s powers.
“I will crush you. I will kill you then burn you then inhale deeply on the smell of your burning flesh and soul. You will never win, Voldemort.”
He had finished talking, but he would anyway when he felt Draco’s cock filling him up inside. It was always so… exquisite.
***
Neither of them said anything when Draco put on his Death Eather robes, or when his mark burned. Neither of them said anything when Harry got his signal to apparate to Grimmauld Place, number Twelve. Neither of them said anything after their last, final kiss-- the last time their lips touched, the last time their tongues danced, the last time they tasted each other.
***
Whimpers and moans and grunts were forgotten when they faced each other in their last, final battle.
Good versus Evil.
Slytherin versus Gryffindor.
Seeker versus Seeker.
***
Neither of them had noticed a faint red stain the previous night, caused by the wine during their dinner, marring the whiteness of the table cloth.
Red like blood.
And Lastly but by no mean least we have two Third places!! The authors in third place are acidquill with Human. and elle113 with Departure.
Song/Lyrics: Iris - Goo Goo Dolls.
Human
*
I just want you to know who I am
*
The war had exploded. Neither side could’ve been prepared for the sheer destruction hate could create. Diagon Alley lay in ruins. Hogwarts had been overrun. Panic and fear choked the very air. Every day the list of the fallen grew longer: another motherfathersondaughter died; another family imploded.
And in the middle two boys:
“I’m not the saviour Draco. I can’t…” Harry drew a ragged breath. “I don’t know how to save the world.”
Draco leaned forward until his forehead rested against Harry’s. “I don’t expect you to.” He brushed at the tears streaking through the grime on Harry’s face.
“But I'm supposed to know! I'm…”
“Shh.” Draco placed a gentle hand over his lover’s mouth. “You’re right, you’re not the saviour. That’s a job much too big for just one person. You can’t stop every Unforgivable. You shouldn’t have to. But who you are Harry, that’s easy. You’re the man I love. An incredible kisser. The best fuck ever.” Draco’s smile was crooked. “You’re the best friend anyone could have; Merlyn knows if you don’t believe me just ask Weasley and Granger. You’re brave and honest and sneaky as hell sometimes. But,” He took Harry’s face in his hands. “Most of all, you’re Harry. Just Harry. And that is more than enough for me.”
Song/Lyrics: "Iris" -- Goo Goo Dolls
Departure
The room was silent. Harry stood staring down at each person in the room, determined and strong about the decision he had made. The silence was weighing him down though, and was finding it hard to breathe. He cleared his throat. “I know some of you may not see eye-to-eye with me on this but I stand by my decision.” He walked to the side with his hands behind his back knowing that every single eye was on him, looking to him for hope and a solution to all the pain and suffering the world was enduring for many years. “We need to pull back for a little while. Voldemort needs to regroup after the last few attacks. He suffered great losses thanks to us and he is becoming fed up with the attacks around England. Voldemort isn’t going to hold back next time and he needs time to devise a authoritative attack, which will take time. This is good for us though because we have unfortunately had many losses recently.” Harry stopped in his tracks and looked at everyone in the room. “We need to be prepared.”
A collective mummer of agreements began to crawl across the room. The Order seemed to believe the speech Harry gave, to Harry’s immense relief. “If any of you have any questions or disagreements on my decision, please come to me but until then, meeting’s over.” The many witches and wizards filed out of the room with bent heads of conversations being whispered between themselves.
Harry walked to the end of the table and shuffled the many papers he had scattered across the wooden top. “That was a convincing speech, Harry.” Harry looked up to see Draco leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a dark blue jumper over faded blue jeans. His hair had grown out to his shoulder that fell in many layers. He was wearing classes, too. Draco’s eyesight had been injured after a particularly gruesome Crucio attack from Voldemort under suspicions of being a spy.
Draco pushed himself off the wall with ease and walked towards Harry. Harry simply stared over his glasses, with his hand still holding the papers in mid-air, and then looked back down organizing the papers together with his two hands. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“You know that what you’re about to do is a first-class suicide attempt, right?” Harry froze.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you think that it - “ Draco smirked and shook his head. Harry put the papers back onto the table and stared at Draco in confusion.
“You have that look.”
“What look?” Draco took a step forward nonchalantly.
“The look of someone who is about to sneak off and fight Voldemort all by himself.” Harry’s breath hitched and he blinked a few times. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Draco though and he knew Draco could read him like a book by just looking into his eyes. He always could. “I know Gryffindor’s are known for their vast bravery but I think somewhere along the line ‘bravery’ and ‘stupidity’ begin to blur together a little.”
“Nice try, Draco but I’m afraid you’re wrong.” Draco stepped closer.
“I was a spy for five years, Harry. I can tell when someone is lying to me and of all people, especially you.” Harry let a small smile play across his lips as he raised his hand gently up the side of Draco’s cheek. Draco closed his eyes involuntarily and leaned into the touch.
“Yes, I remember.” Harry leaned in and captured Draco’s lips with his. Draco instantly responded with eagerness and ran his tongue across Harry’s bottom lip. Harry began to get lost in the touch of Draco and of how much he loved and missed being touched by him. Draco let out a small moan as he leaned into Harry a bit more. Harry quickly pulled back breathing heavily.
“I have to go, Draco.” Draco’s eyes snapped open behind his frameless glasses.
“I won’t let you do this. Let me come with you. You can’t do this alone.” Draco’s voice was pleading now and Harry could feel his throat contract as if something was trapped there.
“I knew you would know…but they can’t. I don’t want the world to see me --“ Harry trailed off, looked away and began to walk to the door.
“I know who you are, Harry. I know.” Harry’s steps faltered slightly but he kept walking. Draco ran after him knowing that if he kept talking he could probably stall Harry long enough to get him to think rationally. “Harry, you can’t always be the hero. You can’t do this by yourself!” Harry paused at the door leading to the street outside. A few people had come into the hallway to see what all the commotion was and began giving Draco suspicious looks.
“I have to do this, Draco. The prophecy said -“
“Fuck the goddamn prophecy, Harry!”
“I have to do this; there is no other way. I’m the Boy-Who-Lived. I was chosen to do this and I will finish this right now. No more innocent people are going to die. And no, you are not coming with me, Draco.” Harry cupped Draco’s cheek gently even though his hands were shaking against his control. “I need to know you are safe. I need to know that you will survive this, even if I may not.”
Draco’s face broke and he began to blink back the stinging behind his eyes. “No…” Harry kissed him hard on the lips and swiftly walked out the door. He paused in the centre of the darkened street as a heavy rain fell in the air.
He was gone.
Draco ran towards the place where Harry had stood a second ago and whirled around as if hoping he had apparated a few feet away. “Harry...” Draco collapsed to his knees letting his hands hang to his sides. “Harry… no.”
CONGRATULATIONS EVERYONE!
Now winners! You all have a choice. I can either Draw you a picture of your choice as your prize, or I can make you a graphics of your choice. It's up to you.
You all did so wonderfully! Thank you for entering my contest I was so very flattered by the response and the great quality of every entry.
Once again. Thank you.