On One's Knees - Team Fanon

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Title: On One's Knees
Team: Fanon
Author: pir8fancier
Prompt: Strength
Wordcount: 32,239
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Lots of swearing, I know that bugs some people
Summary: Five years after the final battle at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy has been paroled from Azkaban and works nights as a janitor at The Daily Prophet. Harry Potter, recently married to Ginny Weasley,

Comments

[parlophone]

(Barely coherent here.)
Gosh, that was like all my Christmases and birthdays rolled into one -- in other words, All The Things I Like: Draco in dire straits, Draco working in a menial job, Draco fiercely proud *and* angry *and* snarky, (and despite circumstances) Draco landing squarely on both feet; plus buckets of hurt/comfort to top it all.

What a fantastic opening paragraph. It instantly gave me a warm, warm glow of anticipation:
I checked my wand. Fifteen spells left. Fuck. I had only fifteen spells to last the rest of the month. And Autumn had come early this year. Which meant I had to choose between casting Warming Charms on my room or using my monthly quota of magic to do the most onerous cleaning chores at The Daily Prophet.

Their v final exchange broke my heart to bits. Wah, not-so-mysterious Author, I did not know you were capable of doing this to H/D.
I think I've managed to rationalise this in regard to the card prompt, but if you are ever inclined to do a DVD type commentary on this topic, I for one would dearly appreciate it.

So many fantastic scenes (e.g. the encounter with Zacharias Smith & aftermath!) but my favourite passage of all was this one:

I wasn’t embarrassed by this confession. Early in my incarceration I’d come to re-evaluate what I’d formerly thought of as pride. The sort of pride that I used to foster-Malfoys didn’t suck dicks they didn’t want to suck-meant that I’d eat only two days a week-the weekend guard liked pussy. So, I came up with a new sort of pride, one that kept the "Draco" in me intact. Every loathsome act I did, I did in the name of survival. I got weekly letters from my mother, and just seeing that “Dear Draco” in her beautiful, cultured script reminded me of who I was. That I was worth fighting for. I just had to remember that I was a Malfoy and that sucking dick didn’t mean I was any less of a Malfoy.

Also, --
It was the best of blow jobs, it was the worst of blow jobs.
-- if such a thing were possible, this made me love you even more.

Thank you for a fantastic read!

[pir8fancier]

Yeah, might as well have signed my name. Kink city, get 'em while they're hot! Glad you enjoyed. A story that was rumbling around for a couple of years waiting to be written. Glad to have the opportunity to write it for here. The prompt was perfect!