New Xmas Series: Christmas At War Part 3: Reasons To Run
Title: Reasons To Run
Author:
hpfangirl71
Word Count: 1099
Rating: PG 13 for this part but will probably get higher
Prompt: Picture Prompt 1 at
slythindor100 MALFOY MANOR and also for THIS PROMPT TABLE
hd_seasons prompt Ice
Warning: Angst, Past Character Death, and Suggested Sexual Situations. Also story will be very AU as well
Disclaimer: JK owns the pretty boys, I just get to play rough with them as long as I put them safely back and make no money off the telling of their exploits.
Author's Notes: This will be a 25 part series written for both groups. I was going to write a sequel to one of my other stories but then I saw the first prompt and this bunny appeared and so far it seems to be getting fed well... This story has totally ignored the events of the 7th bk and changes major events of the 6th book as well. Its not meant for canon accuracy but as a fun, entertaining means of getting the boys together for xmas. Enjoy!! :D
Christmas At War by HPFangirl71
Part 3: Reasons To Run
“So did we do the right thing? I mean bringing him here… into the Order’s secret headquarters.”
Hermione was voicing what they’d all been thinking ever since they’d found Malfoy nearly frozen to death at the side of the road. Harry was the one who’d insisted they bring him inside but even he had been doubtful if it’d been the right decision. He just hadn’t seen any other options at the moment. He wanted to believe that Draco had come to them out of fear and not because Voldemort had sent him to spy on them.
“I don’t know why the boy was lying on the side of that road covered in ice but I do know he’s been through a lot. When I was checking him over, I noticed a multitude of bruises and the shakes he’s suffering aren’t from the cold, I’d say they’re more apt from the effects of a series of Cruciatus curses.”
Mrs. Weasley had a look of worry on her face as she spoke. It was what Harry loved about the woman, she could be mother to anyone who needed it regardless of their past mistakes or shortcomings. Harry took her hand in his and smiled at her.
“Then we did the right thing, getting him away from that madman. He said he came here to be saved, so I say we do our best to do just that… save him”
Harry saw the doubtful looks on several of the faces in the room but he also knew they’d do as he suggested. Since Dumbledore’s passing, the order had looked to Harry for guidance, regardless of his young age. He felt the weight of that responsibility at times like this, when the decisions weren’t so black and white. He was still nervous over his position over them but something in the back of his head was telling him to trust Malfoy. It was crazy to want to do that when so much had happened since that day in the Astronomy tower.
Harry himself had seen Draco lowering his wand just before the flash of green light from Bellatrix’s wand had snuffed out the Headmaster’s life. Snape had protected Draco from her wrath and whisked him away from the fray but he’d been unable to bring him here because of his double agent status with Voldemort. He’d had to sacrifice Draco’s well being for the dangerous façade. Snape it had turned out was in Dumbledore’s pocket all along and although he and Harry still disliked one another, he’d come to trust the man. If Snape trusted Malfoy, enough to have wanted him protected by the Order then that was good enough for Harry. He turned away from the others and entered the room where the injured man was being kept.
“Potter, is that you?”
Harry pulled himself out of the shadows and closed the door as he entered the room. Malfoy was sitting up slightly but still looked weak from his ordeal. The man was paler and thinner than he’d ever been in all the years Harry had known him. He approached the bed and stood near the edge.
“It’s good to see you awake Malfoy, you had us all worried for a bit. You were out for a few days, we weren’t sure you’d make it.”
“How touching... A bunch of Gryffindors crying over a Slytherin. You’re a pathetic bunch you know…” Malfoy said with a touch of a sneer crossing his gaunt features.
“What the fuck Malfoy? Why the Hell did you come here?” Harry yelled at him.
He watched as the man flinched and out of the corner of his vision, he saw Hermione and Ron hovering near the doorway. He took a deep breath as he calmed himself, reigning in his magic. He didn’t want to hurt Malfoy but the man frustrated him as no other could.
“You said you needed me to save you. Why me? What do you want saving from?”
Malfoy looked away as he spoke in a low voice that Harry could barely hear but the tone of desperation his words were carrying rang loud and clear.
“Everything… the Dark Lord… my parents… my aunt… Greyback… Hell Potter, I think I might even need saving from myself.”
Harry took a seat on the bed, grasping the man’s hand in his. This time, Malfoy didn’t pull away. Instead, he looked at Harry, his grey eyes a haunting window into his soul and Harry could see how much hurt and despair was living within them.
“I used to love the Manor at this time of year…” Malfoy began rambling once the silence became too intense around them.
“The snow would cover the grounds all silvery white, making everything look magical but this year it just looked dismal and grey. There were no decorations, no kitchen full of house elves baking trays of goodies, and no Christmas cheer at all. Instead, the Dark Lord has us all torturing muggles in the basements and cowering at his very presence. My aunt Bella runs around the place as if she owns it. My parents have been reduced to guests in their own home and Greyback has taken a sudden personal interest in my Deatheater training.”
Harry saw the man shudder as he spoke and he squeezed his hand tightly in encouragement. He remembered his own visit to the Manor and he could see exactly the picture of hopelessness that Draco was describing.
“Is that why you didn’t tell her, why you didn’t tell Bellatrix it was me?”
‘That and because my aunt is a crazy bitch, I couldn’t hand even you over to her like that. I’ve done some terrible things Potter but I’m not a complete monster. She would’ve had her fun with you before she’d handed you over to him and that’s no way for anyone to die.”
“So is that why you ran away?”
“Yes… my aunt and Greyback were eyeing me just a bit too closely for my liking. I don’t plan to have my first time be at the hands of those two. I think I’d rather have Weasley than that…”
Harry had to laugh at the man’s halfhearted joke. He shook his head back and forth in merriment.
“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that happening but just to be safe, don‘t bend over in front of him” he said around a chuckle and Draco let out a small smile at his return joke.
And within that moment, Harry was shocked to realize that when the man smiled, he was actually quite handsome…
Author:
hpfangirl71
Word Count: 1099
Rating: PG 13 for this part but will probably get higher
Prompt: Picture Prompt 1 at
slythindor100 MALFOY MANOR and also for THIS PROMPT TABLE
hd_seasons prompt Ice
Warning: Angst, Past Character Death, and Suggested Sexual Situations. Also story will be very AU as well
Disclaimer: JK owns the pretty boys, I just get to play rough with them as long as I put them safely back and make no money off the telling of their exploits.
Author's Notes: This will be a 25 part series written for both groups. I was going to write a sequel to one of my other stories but then I saw the first prompt and this bunny appeared and so far it seems to be getting fed well... This story has totally ignored the events of the 7th bk and changes major events of the 6th book as well. Its not meant for canon accuracy but as a fun, entertaining means of getting the boys together for xmas. Enjoy!! :D
Christmas At War by HPFangirl71
Part 3: Reasons To Run
“So did we do the right thing? I mean bringing him here… into the Order’s secret headquarters.”
Hermione was voicing what they’d all been thinking ever since they’d found Malfoy nearly frozen to death at the side of the road. Harry was the one who’d insisted they bring him inside but even he had been doubtful if it’d been the right decision. He just hadn’t seen any other options at the moment. He wanted to believe that Draco had come to them out of fear and not because Voldemort had sent him to spy on them.
“I don’t know why the boy was lying on the side of that road covered in ice but I do know he’s been through a lot. When I was checking him over, I noticed a multitude of bruises and the shakes he’s suffering aren’t from the cold, I’d say they’re more apt from the effects of a series of Cruciatus curses.”
Mrs. Weasley had a look of worry on her face as she spoke. It was what Harry loved about the woman, she could be mother to anyone who needed it regardless of their past mistakes or shortcomings. Harry took her hand in his and smiled at her.
“Then we did the right thing, getting him away from that madman. He said he came here to be saved, so I say we do our best to do just that… save him”
Harry saw the doubtful looks on several of the faces in the room but he also knew they’d do as he suggested. Since Dumbledore’s passing, the order had looked to Harry for guidance, regardless of his young age. He felt the weight of that responsibility at times like this, when the decisions weren’t so black and white. He was still nervous over his position over them but something in the back of his head was telling him to trust Malfoy. It was crazy to want to do that when so much had happened since that day in the Astronomy tower.
Harry himself had seen Draco lowering his wand just before the flash of green light from Bellatrix’s wand had snuffed out the Headmaster’s life. Snape had protected Draco from her wrath and whisked him away from the fray but he’d been unable to bring him here because of his double agent status with Voldemort. He’d had to sacrifice Draco’s well being for the dangerous façade. Snape it had turned out was in Dumbledore’s pocket all along and although he and Harry still disliked one another, he’d come to trust the man. If Snape trusted Malfoy, enough to have wanted him protected by the Order then that was good enough for Harry. He turned away from the others and entered the room where the injured man was being kept.
“Potter, is that you?”
Harry pulled himself out of the shadows and closed the door as he entered the room. Malfoy was sitting up slightly but still looked weak from his ordeal. The man was paler and thinner than he’d ever been in all the years Harry had known him. He approached the bed and stood near the edge.
“It’s good to see you awake Malfoy, you had us all worried for a bit. You were out for a few days, we weren’t sure you’d make it.”
“How touching... A bunch of Gryffindors crying over a Slytherin. You’re a pathetic bunch you know…” Malfoy said with a touch of a sneer crossing his gaunt features.
“What the fuck Malfoy? Why the Hell did you come here?” Harry yelled at him.
He watched as the man flinched and out of the corner of his vision, he saw Hermione and Ron hovering near the doorway. He took a deep breath as he calmed himself, reigning in his magic. He didn’t want to hurt Malfoy but the man frustrated him as no other could.
“You said you needed me to save you. Why me? What do you want saving from?”
Malfoy looked away as he spoke in a low voice that Harry could barely hear but the tone of desperation his words were carrying rang loud and clear.
“Everything… the Dark Lord… my parents… my aunt… Greyback… Hell Potter, I think I might even need saving from myself.”
Harry took a seat on the bed, grasping the man’s hand in his. This time, Malfoy didn’t pull away. Instead, he looked at Harry, his grey eyes a haunting window into his soul and Harry could see how much hurt and despair was living within them.
“I used to love the Manor at this time of year…” Malfoy began rambling once the silence became too intense around them.
“The snow would cover the grounds all silvery white, making everything look magical but this year it just looked dismal and grey. There were no decorations, no kitchen full of house elves baking trays of goodies, and no Christmas cheer at all. Instead, the Dark Lord has us all torturing muggles in the basements and cowering at his very presence. My aunt Bella runs around the place as if she owns it. My parents have been reduced to guests in their own home and Greyback has taken a sudden personal interest in my Deatheater training.”
Harry saw the man shudder as he spoke and he squeezed his hand tightly in encouragement. He remembered his own visit to the Manor and he could see exactly the picture of hopelessness that Draco was describing.
“Is that why you didn’t tell her, why you didn’t tell Bellatrix it was me?”
‘That and because my aunt is a crazy bitch, I couldn’t hand even you over to her like that. I’ve done some terrible things Potter but I’m not a complete monster. She would’ve had her fun with you before she’d handed you over to him and that’s no way for anyone to die.”
“So is that why you ran away?”
“Yes… my aunt and Greyback were eyeing me just a bit too closely for my liking. I don’t plan to have my first time be at the hands of those two. I think I’d rather have Weasley than that…”
Harry had to laugh at the man’s halfhearted joke. He shook his head back and forth in merriment.
“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that happening but just to be safe, don‘t bend over in front of him” he said around a chuckle and Draco let out a small smile at his return joke.
And within that moment, Harry was shocked to realize that when the man smiled, he was actually quite handsome…