alice_pike
in
hp100
28 / Hands
Title: 28
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100
Challenge: 100
Characters/Pairings: Draco
Author's Notes: Title basically comes from Shakespeare sonnet 28, which inspired the last line in the drabble.
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I woke one night calling your name. I don’t know how long I had been shouting, but it must have been while: My throat was torn from the desperation of a repeated pair of syllables that reverberated off of the stone walls of my room. If it was spoken once, it was spoken a hundred times, a thousand times: Over and over, again and again. I was left in peace, and I will be forever thankful for silencing charms.
When I was finally settled sleep eluded me indefinitely. Day was as dark as night, and night regularly accentuated my pain.
Title: Hands
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100
Challenge: 100
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Author's Notes: Wrote this basically because Harry needs some symbolism for all of his unseen and ignored character flaws. Only the people close to him see how stressed and kind of, well, flawed, he really is.
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Your hands were always cold. You never understood why I would never let you touch me. Those sun-kissed hands traveled down my stomach to my inner thigh and all the while I wanted to scream. I think you took this as a good sign, and I never told you otherwise. It felt like a hundred knives stabbing me all over my body.
With a kind heart and fiery eyes and smoky breath upon my neck, it always seems such a contrast that anything about you would be ice.
Of all the things you gave me, you never gave me warmth.
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100
Challenge: 100
Characters/Pairings: Draco
Author's Notes: Title basically comes from Shakespeare sonnet 28, which inspired the last line in the drabble.
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I woke one night calling your name. I don’t know how long I had been shouting, but it must have been while: My throat was torn from the desperation of a repeated pair of syllables that reverberated off of the stone walls of my room. If it was spoken once, it was spoken a hundred times, a thousand times: Over and over, again and again. I was left in peace, and I will be forever thankful for silencing charms.
When I was finally settled sleep eluded me indefinitely. Day was as dark as night, and night regularly accentuated my pain.
Title: Hands
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100
Challenge: 100
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Author's Notes: Wrote this basically because Harry needs some symbolism for all of his unseen and ignored character flaws. Only the people close to him see how stressed and kind of, well, flawed, he really is.
__________
Your hands were always cold. You never understood why I would never let you touch me. Those sun-kissed hands traveled down my stomach to my inner thigh and all the while I wanted to scream. I think you took this as a good sign, and I never told you otherwise. It felt like a hundred knives stabbing me all over my body.
With a kind heart and fiery eyes and smoky breath upon my neck, it always seems such a contrast that anything about you would be ice.
Of all the things you gave me, you never gave me warmth.