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A Lesson Learned in War
Title: A Lesson Learned in War
Author: turin_lover
Word Count: 100
Other Characters: Mentions of Neville, Voldemort.
Challenge: Whisper
Author's Notes: This is the last part of a 3-drabble series, under the cut. Takes place during the war, while Draco's still in exile. Is Harry with him all the time? Is Draco at Grimmauld Place? That's completely up to you.
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“You’ll go to Azkaban, you know.”
Motionless stare, calm breaths. “My father would kill me first.”
“He wouldn’t kill you.”
Pause. “My aunt would.”
“Bellatrix?”
Curt nod. “Yes.”
“Voldemort-” Shudder. “-almost killed Neville instead of me.”
Turn of the head. “But you’re a half blood, not as pure….”
Grimly, “More powerful, though.”
“Yes, I guess you are.”
“Voldemort-”
“Stop.”
“-thought I was. Probably because he’s one, too. Less pure than me, actually.”
“You’re lying. Potter, you’re lying.”
Whispered, glittering eyes. “No, I’m not.”
Strained silence.
“The last heir of Slytherin fell in love with a Muggle.”
FULL SERIES
“How is this possible, Potter?” Questioning smirk.
“How is what possible?”
“This.” Pause. “Us.”
Suddenly serious, “How do you mean?”
“I’m a Death Eater, Potter, and you’re…well, you’re Harry Potter.”
Concerned glance, hesitant movements.
“Of all the people I can’t be in love with, you’re it.” Smile. “But I do, Potter. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Malfoy.” Shrug. “Which I suppose is just as weird. I’m Harry Potter; you’re a Death Eater.” Serious smile. “You’re the person I shouldn’t be falling in love with, either.”
Playful smile. “But you do.”
Returned one. “Love you?”
Arrogant nod.
Sigh. “Yes.”
***
“Have you ever realized we’re exactly the same?”
Raised eyebrow. “No, Potter, because we’re not.”
“No, no. I mean, like the same positions on opposite sides of this war.”
Unreadable glance. “I’m not as important as you.” Diverted eyes, fingers wrapping idly in the sheets.
“I’m the last death, but you were the first. We seventeen, Malfoy, and we have pivotal parts in this war.”
“In your war.”
Questioning glance.
“You’ve been in it longer than me. Plus, you stopped it the first time.”
“But I don’t know if I can stop it again.”
Grasped hands, gentle kiss. “You will.”
***
“You’ll go to Azkaban, you know.”
Motionless stare, calm breaths. “My father would kill me first.”
“He wouldn’t kill you.”
Pause. “My aunt would.”
“Bellatrix?”
Curt nod. “Yes.”
“Voldemort-” Shudder. “-almost killed Neville instead of me.”
Turn of the head. “But you’re a half blood, not as pure….”
Grimly, “More powerful, though.”
“Yes, I guess you are.”
“Voldemort-”
“Stop.”
“-thought I was. Probably because he’s one, too. Less pure than me, actually.”
“You’re lying. Potter, you’re lying.”
Whispered, glittering eyes. “No, I’m not.”
Strained silence.
“The last heir of Slytherin fell in love with a Muggle.”
Author: turin_lover
Word Count: 100
Other Characters: Mentions of Neville, Voldemort.
Challenge: Whisper
Author's Notes: This is the last part of a 3-drabble series, under the cut. Takes place during the war, while Draco's still in exile. Is Harry with him all the time? Is Draco at Grimmauld Place? That's completely up to you.
__________
“You’ll go to Azkaban, you know.”
Motionless stare, calm breaths. “My father would kill me first.”
“He wouldn’t kill you.”
Pause. “My aunt would.”
“Bellatrix?”
Curt nod. “Yes.”
“Voldemort-” Shudder. “-almost killed Neville instead of me.”
Turn of the head. “But you’re a half blood, not as pure….”
Grimly, “More powerful, though.”
“Yes, I guess you are.”
“Voldemort-”
“Stop.”
“-thought I was. Probably because he’s one, too. Less pure than me, actually.”
“You’re lying. Potter, you’re lying.”
Whispered, glittering eyes. “No, I’m not.”
Strained silence.
“The last heir of Slytherin fell in love with a Muggle.”
FULL SERIES
“How is this possible, Potter?” Questioning smirk.
“How is what possible?”
“This.” Pause. “Us.”
Suddenly serious, “How do you mean?”
“I’m a Death Eater, Potter, and you’re…well, you’re Harry Potter.”
Concerned glance, hesitant movements.
“Of all the people I can’t be in love with, you’re it.” Smile. “But I do, Potter. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Malfoy.” Shrug. “Which I suppose is just as weird. I’m Harry Potter; you’re a Death Eater.” Serious smile. “You’re the person I shouldn’t be falling in love with, either.”
Playful smile. “But you do.”
Returned one. “Love you?”
Arrogant nod.
Sigh. “Yes.”
***
“Have you ever realized we’re exactly the same?”
Raised eyebrow. “No, Potter, because we’re not.”
“No, no. I mean, like the same positions on opposite sides of this war.”
Unreadable glance. “I’m not as important as you.” Diverted eyes, fingers wrapping idly in the sheets.
“I’m the last death, but you were the first. We seventeen, Malfoy, and we have pivotal parts in this war.”
“In your war.”
Questioning glance.
“You’ve been in it longer than me. Plus, you stopped it the first time.”
“But I don’t know if I can stop it again.”
Grasped hands, gentle kiss. “You will.”
***
“You’ll go to Azkaban, you know.”
Motionless stare, calm breaths. “My father would kill me first.”
“He wouldn’t kill you.”
Pause. “My aunt would.”
“Bellatrix?”
Curt nod. “Yes.”
“Voldemort-” Shudder. “-almost killed Neville instead of me.”
Turn of the head. “But you’re a half blood, not as pure….”
Grimly, “More powerful, though.”
“Yes, I guess you are.”
“Voldemort-”
“Stop.”
“-thought I was. Probably because he’s one, too. Less pure than me, actually.”
“You’re lying. Potter, you’re lying.”
Whispered, glittering eyes. “No, I’m not.”
Strained silence.
“The last heir of Slytherin fell in love with a Muggle.”