Let's Kill the Duck!
Let's Kill The Duck!
Oneshot
R: K
P: DM?
S: Some one is drunk. Draco is a newly made Death Eater.
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My wand is pointed at his head. My black robes billow out from around me...
Yet even as he glances at the skull and serpent on my forearm he doesn't show any emotion. The rum bottle is clutched without demand in his hand.
I remember when in school I was in awe of him. Of his strange beauty that made me wish that I were a painter or any sort of artist just to capture this feeling.
He cares not that I may kill him at any given moment.
"Beg."
"No."
His red hair is darker than his brothers, his brown eyes serene. Like a delicate porcelain doll that can't be broken. I don't want to hurt him.
"I'll kill you."
"I know."
My forearm is burning as liquid fire is squeezed from it. Blood burning my fingers of my left side.
"I had my first kiss thinking about you."
"Did you?"
"Yes."
I can hear the sound of others coming.
"Why?"
"Because I loved you."
The boots sound like Goyle's.
"How could you..."
"Love you? Well you had a lot of people staring, you just never noticed."
They're getting closer.
"... Thank you."
"I wanted you as my lover."
He can hear them as well.
"Might've been fun."
I laugh. But its short lived.
"Hey Draco, who've you got here?" Zabini.
"OOOHHhhhh... its a Weasley Duckling!" Parkinson.
"Hahahaha. Hey let's kill the duck!"
There are more sounds around us. Stunning charms are thrown to us. It's a raid and Percy Weasley was the bait.
Oneshot
R: K
P: DM?
S: Some one is drunk. Draco is a newly made Death Eater.
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My wand is pointed at his head. My black robes billow out from around me...
Yet even as he glances at the skull and serpent on my forearm he doesn't show any emotion. The rum bottle is clutched without demand in his hand.
I remember when in school I was in awe of him. Of his strange beauty that made me wish that I were a painter or any sort of artist just to capture this feeling.
He cares not that I may kill him at any given moment.
"Beg."
"No."
His red hair is darker than his brothers, his brown eyes serene. Like a delicate porcelain doll that can't be broken. I don't want to hurt him.
"I'll kill you."
"I know."
My forearm is burning as liquid fire is squeezed from it. Blood burning my fingers of my left side.
"I had my first kiss thinking about you."
"Did you?"
"Yes."
I can hear the sound of others coming.
"Why?"
"Because I loved you."
The boots sound like Goyle's.
"How could you..."
"Love you? Well you had a lot of people staring, you just never noticed."
They're getting closer.
"... Thank you."
"I wanted you as my lover."
He can hear them as well.
"Might've been fun."
I laugh. But its short lived.
"Hey Draco, who've you got here?" Zabini.
"OOOHHhhhh... its a Weasley Duckling!" Parkinson.
"Hahahaha. Hey let's kill the duck!"
There are more sounds around us. Stunning charms are thrown to us. It's a raid and Percy Weasley was the bait.