Unexpected Potterfic
I should also have been working on the club newsletter, or finishing the Hustle story, but instead, inspired by alaana_fair (and 50 years of a passion for cool blonds - TV does rot the brain. If it hadn't been for Space Patrol none of this would have happened) But I digress. I seem to have written a Harry Potter vignette. 290 words, implied slash, therefore under cut (also to protect the sensibilities of most of my F-list - sorry fellas, I really hadn't intended to even think about HP fanfic until late July, still less to commit smut).
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Harry swallowed, hard. He'd never used any of the Unforgivable Curses. Not since… But now he had no choice. Draco Malfoy was pacing towards him, robes green as forest midnight swirling at each measured stride to reveal flashes of silver at hem and sleeves, his wand held negligently in long, pale fingers, an unreadable smile on his lips. Draco the Death Eater. Draco the Pure-blood, who he'd hated since his first day at Hogwarts. He was only three metres away… two…
Harry swept down his wand.
"Imperio!"
White fire crackled from the tip, overwhelmed the coloured light spilling through the stained glass windows high above, flared - and died. Draco took the last step to close the gap between them and lifted the wand from his unresisting fingers. Then leaned forward and kissed him, full on the mouth.
*****
Months later, in the comfort of the tapestry-hung four-poster bed, in the mansion overlooking the Cathedral Close, Harry finished his exploration of the naked body beneath him by tracing up the long S-shaped scar of the incomplete Dark Mark on Draco's arm with his lips, and finally asked the question that had been bothering him since that first kiss (and had been stopped all too frequently by a thousand kisses since).
"Why didn't the Imperius curse work? That night in the Cathedral?"
Draco's grey eyes glittered in the lamplight. "It did," he said.
"What?"
"Didn't you ever pay any attention in class, Potter? Imperius makes the victim do whatever the spell caster wants him to do. And what you wanted me to do, in your heart of hearts, was disarm you." He leaned over and blew gently in Harry's ear. "That's what I wanted too."
***END***
Disclaimer: Characters and background are JK Rowling's. Plot and text Copyright Ina McAllan June 2007
Showdown
Harry swallowed, hard. He'd never used any of the Unforgivable Curses. Not since… But now he had no choice. Draco Malfoy was pacing towards him, robes green as forest midnight swirling at each measured stride to reveal flashes of silver at hem and sleeves, his wand held negligently in long, pale fingers, an unreadable smile on his lips. Draco the Death Eater. Draco the Pure-blood, who he'd hated since his first day at Hogwarts. He was only three metres away… two…
Harry swept down his wand.
"Imperio!"
White fire crackled from the tip, overwhelmed the coloured light spilling through the stained glass windows high above, flared - and died. Draco took the last step to close the gap between them and lifted the wand from his unresisting fingers. Then leaned forward and kissed him, full on the mouth.
*****
Months later, in the comfort of the tapestry-hung four-poster bed, in the mansion overlooking the Cathedral Close, Harry finished his exploration of the naked body beneath him by tracing up the long S-shaped scar of the incomplete Dark Mark on Draco's arm with his lips, and finally asked the question that had been bothering him since that first kiss (and had been stopped all too frequently by a thousand kisses since).
"Why didn't the Imperius curse work? That night in the Cathedral?"
Draco's grey eyes glittered in the lamplight. "It did," he said.
"What?"
"Didn't you ever pay any attention in class, Potter? Imperius makes the victim do whatever the spell caster wants him to do. And what you wanted me to do, in your heart of hearts, was disarm you." He leaned over and blew gently in Harry's ear. "That's what I wanted too."
***END***
Disclaimer: Characters and background are JK Rowling's. Plot and text Copyright Ina McAllan June 2007