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First drabble post, w00t. A thing you should know: each post will have the name of the fic, length, disclaimer, rating, and pairing outside of the cut that leads to the fic, just so you won't have to hunt for it, and also because sometimes I'm anal like that. :)
Title: Trapped Here
Length: about 600 words
Pairing: implied Harry/Draco
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: These are not mine. Sadly. JKR created them, I just make them players in the crazy game of my imagination.
Fingers tracing a collarbone hidden by robes. “I don’t think I can.”
Cool fingers brush over cheeks with the image of wiping away dirt. “What do you mean?’
Grasping fingers between warmer ones, keeping them captive. “I’m not brave like you.”
Pale fingers brush messy black hair away from once-legendary emerald eyes, darkened by spells. Soothing in nature, even though the gesture looked nothing less than perfunctory. “You are.”
The two words, spoken with such belief and calm knowledge while the gray eyes watching him devoured him whole.
Harry risked a glance around them. The other prisoners were watching them, eyes haggard and worn, robes hanging thinly over bones.
“Malfoy-”
“Draco.”
Harry blinked. Draco’s hands were still moving over him, seemingly in a casual manner, but Harry knew he was checking, as he always did, to make sure he was all right.
“You said…you said we shouldn’t use them.”
“I know what I said, Potter,” Draco snapped, brushing the fingers of his free hand over Harry’s scar. Harry winced. Draco’s eyes softened marginally. “They did it again.”
“Yes. They always do.” Steel eyes met walnut, both defiant, wary. There was no longer the gleam and distant promise of sex. Someone coughed. Draco dragged Harry into the corner, the only on unoccupied by a bundle of filth. Harry just wanted to sleep. He wanted to be home, in his flat, with his dog and his bed and his lover. He glanced at Draco, who was pulling him onto the floor to sit.
Well, one out of three wasn’t too bad.
Draco freed his hand from Harry’s, who hadn’t realized he was still holding it. He pressed his lips oh so gently on the bolt of lightening, tracing the shape from memory, hands roaming over shoulders to rub gently.
The blast through the ceiling had taken them all by surprise. Harry, Draco, dog. And yes, he had killed McNair with malicious intent after the Aurors had taken him into custody, but he had come into their home, and had hurt Draco and the dog.
Harry could still see Draco, tied to the chair, silencing charm in place, mouth twisted in a scream as he writhed from the force of the Cruciatus Curse that had been cast on him. He could only watch as they hurt him. The others had been killed when the Aurors arrived, but Harry had killed McNair, the only survivor.
And had been taken here, at the mercy of mentally incapacitated Death Eaters and the new head of the Guards, Cornelius Fudge. A man who seemed to take great pleasure in making Harry remember the things that haunted him most.
Before Draco had killed him on visiting day.
They were both in now, and Harry was still being haunted by those who thought it great sport to make the Boy Wonder relive his last battle with the Dark Lord.
He had Remus’ word that they would be out soon, but it had been two weeks.
Draco pressed a gentle kiss to Harry’s mouth. “I promise we’ll get out safely.”
Harry leaned against Draco’s shoulder, conscious of the eyes watching, but not seeing. “I promise to help do what it takes to get out.”
Daintily scarred hands cup a ragged, angular face. “I promise no more unwarded houses.”
Scarred face presses against alabaster skin. “I promise no more attacks.”
Mouths a whisper away. “I promise no more nightmares.”
First drabble post, w00t. A thing you should know: each post will have the name of the fic, length, disclaimer, rating, and pairing outside of the cut that leads to the fic, just so you won't have to hunt for it, and also because sometimes I'm anal like that. :)
Title: Trapped Here
Length: about 600 words
Pairing: implied Harry/Draco
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: These are not mine. Sadly. JKR created them, I just make them players in the crazy game of my imagination.
Fingers tracing a collarbone hidden by robes. “I don’t think I can.”
Cool fingers brush over cheeks with the image of wiping away dirt. “What do you mean?’
Grasping fingers between warmer ones, keeping them captive. “I’m not brave like you.”
Pale fingers brush messy black hair away from once-legendary emerald eyes, darkened by spells. Soothing in nature, even though the gesture looked nothing less than perfunctory. “You are.”
The two words, spoken with such belief and calm knowledge while the gray eyes watching him devoured him whole.
Harry risked a glance around them. The other prisoners were watching them, eyes haggard and worn, robes hanging thinly over bones.
“Malfoy-”
“Draco.”
Harry blinked. Draco’s hands were still moving over him, seemingly in a casual manner, but Harry knew he was checking, as he always did, to make sure he was all right.
“You said…you said we shouldn’t use them.”
“I know what I said, Potter,” Draco snapped, brushing the fingers of his free hand over Harry’s scar. Harry winced. Draco’s eyes softened marginally. “They did it again.”
“Yes. They always do.” Steel eyes met walnut, both defiant, wary. There was no longer the gleam and distant promise of sex. Someone coughed. Draco dragged Harry into the corner, the only on unoccupied by a bundle of filth. Harry just wanted to sleep. He wanted to be home, in his flat, with his dog and his bed and his lover. He glanced at Draco, who was pulling him onto the floor to sit.
Well, one out of three wasn’t too bad.
Draco freed his hand from Harry’s, who hadn’t realized he was still holding it. He pressed his lips oh so gently on the bolt of lightening, tracing the shape from memory, hands roaming over shoulders to rub gently.
The blast through the ceiling had taken them all by surprise. Harry, Draco, dog. And yes, he had killed McNair with malicious intent after the Aurors had taken him into custody, but he had come into their home, and had hurt Draco and the dog.
Harry could still see Draco, tied to the chair, silencing charm in place, mouth twisted in a scream as he writhed from the force of the Cruciatus Curse that had been cast on him. He could only watch as they hurt him. The others had been killed when the Aurors arrived, but Harry had killed McNair, the only survivor.
And had been taken here, at the mercy of mentally incapacitated Death Eaters and the new head of the Guards, Cornelius Fudge. A man who seemed to take great pleasure in making Harry remember the things that haunted him most.
Before Draco had killed him on visiting day.
They were both in now, and Harry was still being haunted by those who thought it great sport to make the Boy Wonder relive his last battle with the Dark Lord.
He had Remus’ word that they would be out soon, but it had been two weeks.
Draco pressed a gentle kiss to Harry’s mouth. “I promise we’ll get out safely.”
Harry leaned against Draco’s shoulder, conscious of the eyes watching, but not seeing. “I promise to help do what it takes to get out.”
Daintily scarred hands cup a ragged, angular face. “I promise no more unwarded houses.”
Scarred face presses against alabaster skin. “I promise no more attacks.”
Mouths a whisper away. “I promise no more nightmares.”