Eyes of Stone WIP Chapter 9
I am happy to say that a new chapter has finally been added. I'm embarrassed that it took a year. When I hermit, I HERMIT! Anyway, here it is:
Title: Eyes of Stone
Chapter: 9 - The Standoff
CHAPTER LISTING
Author: Keikokin
Fandom: HP
Warnings: AU, Creature!Fic, OOC, male/male relationship eventually
Disclaimer: JKR owns HP along with the WB and many more. I mean no disrespect. No profit is being made from this piece of slash fan fiction.
Word count: 1,021
Authors note: I am so sorry to have taken so long in posting. I tend to hermit myself away for ages at a time. I need someone in fandom to kick and point. This is unedited. But hopefully it makes sense anyway.
Setting: Time to leave Ron & crew and get back to Harry and that wand pointed at his head by none other than Lucius Malfoy.
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Sunlight streamed in upon the two figures standing at odds. There was not a sound in the manor except Harry’s sharp breathing. Smugness saturated the very air around the man. Harry stared at the wand in front of him and silently berated himself for not being more vigilant. Moody would have had his head. But these thoughts were useless and Harry shook his head. Unfortunately, this didn’t improve the situation in the least. Neither did Harry’s sense of humor that always did appear at the worst possible times. He decided to distract his opponent from the subject at hand.
“You have a hair out of place,” he tilted his head toward the blonds head with a smirk.
“After spending time in Azkaban I hardly care about such trivial things now. Perhaps you will recall it, since you helped to send me there?”
“You were there for the mistakes you made. Why don’t you just face up to that little fact?” Harry put every ounce of hatred he could into his words.
“You may be brave but you have no idea of the contempt I hold for you. I deserve to repaid for every moment I spent in that Hades. Perhaps Azkaban would have hardened him up and shown him what people like you are truly like.”
Thrown off by the words, Harry reiterated. “People like me?”
“Gryffindors,” Lucius snapped.
Feeling brave, Harry decided to go for broke. He crossed his arms over his chest and further ignored the wand pointed his way. “Let’s make a wager out this, just for fun. You do recall what fun is?”
“I have a wand pointed at you and you wish to make a bet?” Lucius shook his head incredulously, a sneer fixed on his face. “You foolish Gryffindor bravery will cost you.” He lowered his wand, so it was now aimed at Potter’s heart.
Harry took a deep breath and forged ahead. “If you can guess what I am, you win. If you can’t then you lose and I win. Either way, you might as well put your wand away. What would Draco say if you killed his most famous client? At the very least the Ministry will have something to say.”
With a resigned huff, Lucius snapped his wand to his side. He tossed his long hair over his shoulder and crossed his arms over his chest as well. “What do I win when I guess correctly and how long do I have to guess?” The blond’s words sounded confident and smug.
Knowing the best way to divert Lucius’ attention was by appealing to his Slytherin side; Harry decided to allow Lucius to think he was controlling the situation. “You can figure out that bit, although I need to agree to it and nothing fatal, like making me drink poison. But you have to guess by dinner tonight. If you haven’t guessed by the end of dessert I win.”
“Highly unlikely Potter, but say you did, what is your prize?”
“I need some time to think about it too.”
“Having second thoughts about such a rash plan, Mr. Potter? That is the downfall of all Gryffindors, acting without thinking.”
Harry was alarmed at how easily Mr. Malfoy could read him. He was having third and fourth doubts and was sure that had Hermione and Ron been around they would have screamed at his idea. Hurt stung him as he remembered just as quickly they weren’t there for him and he was on his own. The pain stiffened his resolve. “Do you agree or not?”
Lucius thought about it. Things had been rather boring up until now. And he had to know what Potter was. But what could he possibly want from Potter? His eyes roamed over the brazen, insolent young man who had the nerve to not even be afraid of him. Lucius daydreamed of power, prestige and possibilities this offer could produce. How hard could it be to guess? There surely weren’t many magical creatures with eyes like what he’d seen. A fantasy popped up to interrupt that with Potter on his knees and servicing his needs was also tempting. He could teach the insolent young man, complete subservience with a session in bed to follow. He certainly needed the allotted to time to think and to research.
“Agreed, I will give you my stakes at dinner as well. In the meantime, I will set the wards to prevent you from leaving.” Lucius stormed away.
Harry bit his lip, completely regretting his rash words and action. He’d run head long into trouble once again. What had he been thinking? Letting Lucius Malfoy come up with the stakes was dangerous. What would he come up with to torture him? Yet it sent heady rush through his veins, he hadn’t felt since his last duel. It was a good thing the blond hadn’t seen his physical reaction to this bet. Maybe it was just the thrill of winding Malfoy up. It had always been fun in school to wind Draco up; perhaps it was just something about the whole family that made him so reckless.
If this bet had been with Draco he could have counted on it being something embarrassing or humiliating in some way. But it was anyone’s guess what Lucius might pick. Yet he would surely win. How many gargoyles are there running around, even in the Magical World? Feeling better at this thought, Harry began to wonder what his prize might be. When he’d first thought of this crazy idea, it was simply a distraction to get the wand lowered. It was simply dumb luck that man hadn’t killed him or at least tried. Could you kill a gargoyle, Harry wondered. He shuddered at the thought of being pushed off the tower, smashing into a million little pieces. No one would even know he died.
Well, Draco would realize it, Harry supposed. At least there was that. “Who would have even dreamed that I would find Draco Malfoy knowing my deepest secret would be comforting? Maybe being a Gargoyle makes one insane? ” Harry could feel a headache coming on fast.
CHAPTER TEN
Title: Eyes of Stone
Chapter: 9 - The Standoff
CHAPTER LISTING
Author: Keikokin
Fandom: HP
Warnings: AU, Creature!Fic, OOC, male/male relationship eventually
Disclaimer: JKR owns HP along with the WB and many more. I mean no disrespect. No profit is being made from this piece of slash fan fiction.
Word count: 1,021
Authors note: I am so sorry to have taken so long in posting. I tend to hermit myself away for ages at a time. I need someone in fandom to kick and point. This is unedited. But hopefully it makes sense anyway.
Setting: Time to leave Ron & crew and get back to Harry and that wand pointed at his head by none other than Lucius Malfoy.
__________________________
Sunlight streamed in upon the two figures standing at odds. There was not a sound in the manor except Harry’s sharp breathing. Smugness saturated the very air around the man. Harry stared at the wand in front of him and silently berated himself for not being more vigilant. Moody would have had his head. But these thoughts were useless and Harry shook his head. Unfortunately, this didn’t improve the situation in the least. Neither did Harry’s sense of humor that always did appear at the worst possible times. He decided to distract his opponent from the subject at hand.
“You have a hair out of place,” he tilted his head toward the blonds head with a smirk.
“After spending time in Azkaban I hardly care about such trivial things now. Perhaps you will recall it, since you helped to send me there?”
“You were there for the mistakes you made. Why don’t you just face up to that little fact?” Harry put every ounce of hatred he could into his words.
“You may be brave but you have no idea of the contempt I hold for you. I deserve to repaid for every moment I spent in that Hades. Perhaps Azkaban would have hardened him up and shown him what people like you are truly like.”
Thrown off by the words, Harry reiterated. “People like me?”
“Gryffindors,” Lucius snapped.
Feeling brave, Harry decided to go for broke. He crossed his arms over his chest and further ignored the wand pointed his way. “Let’s make a wager out this, just for fun. You do recall what fun is?”
“I have a wand pointed at you and you wish to make a bet?” Lucius shook his head incredulously, a sneer fixed on his face. “You foolish Gryffindor bravery will cost you.” He lowered his wand, so it was now aimed at Potter’s heart.
Harry took a deep breath and forged ahead. “If you can guess what I am, you win. If you can’t then you lose and I win. Either way, you might as well put your wand away. What would Draco say if you killed his most famous client? At the very least the Ministry will have something to say.”
With a resigned huff, Lucius snapped his wand to his side. He tossed his long hair over his shoulder and crossed his arms over his chest as well. “What do I win when I guess correctly and how long do I have to guess?” The blond’s words sounded confident and smug.
Knowing the best way to divert Lucius’ attention was by appealing to his Slytherin side; Harry decided to allow Lucius to think he was controlling the situation. “You can figure out that bit, although I need to agree to it and nothing fatal, like making me drink poison. But you have to guess by dinner tonight. If you haven’t guessed by the end of dessert I win.”
“Highly unlikely Potter, but say you did, what is your prize?”
“I need some time to think about it too.”
“Having second thoughts about such a rash plan, Mr. Potter? That is the downfall of all Gryffindors, acting without thinking.”
Harry was alarmed at how easily Mr. Malfoy could read him. He was having third and fourth doubts and was sure that had Hermione and Ron been around they would have screamed at his idea. Hurt stung him as he remembered just as quickly they weren’t there for him and he was on his own. The pain stiffened his resolve. “Do you agree or not?”
Lucius thought about it. Things had been rather boring up until now. And he had to know what Potter was. But what could he possibly want from Potter? His eyes roamed over the brazen, insolent young man who had the nerve to not even be afraid of him. Lucius daydreamed of power, prestige and possibilities this offer could produce. How hard could it be to guess? There surely weren’t many magical creatures with eyes like what he’d seen. A fantasy popped up to interrupt that with Potter on his knees and servicing his needs was also tempting. He could teach the insolent young man, complete subservience with a session in bed to follow. He certainly needed the allotted to time to think and to research.
“Agreed, I will give you my stakes at dinner as well. In the meantime, I will set the wards to prevent you from leaving.” Lucius stormed away.
Harry bit his lip, completely regretting his rash words and action. He’d run head long into trouble once again. What had he been thinking? Letting Lucius Malfoy come up with the stakes was dangerous. What would he come up with to torture him? Yet it sent heady rush through his veins, he hadn’t felt since his last duel. It was a good thing the blond hadn’t seen his physical reaction to this bet. Maybe it was just the thrill of winding Malfoy up. It had always been fun in school to wind Draco up; perhaps it was just something about the whole family that made him so reckless.
If this bet had been with Draco he could have counted on it being something embarrassing or humiliating in some way. But it was anyone’s guess what Lucius might pick. Yet he would surely win. How many gargoyles are there running around, even in the Magical World? Feeling better at this thought, Harry began to wonder what his prize might be. When he’d first thought of this crazy idea, it was simply a distraction to get the wand lowered. It was simply dumb luck that man hadn’t killed him or at least tried. Could you kill a gargoyle, Harry wondered. He shuddered at the thought of being pushed off the tower, smashing into a million little pieces. No one would even know he died.
Well, Draco would realize it, Harry supposed. At least there was that. “Who would have even dreamed that I would find Draco Malfoy knowing my deepest secret would be comforting? Maybe being a Gargoyle makes one insane? ” Harry could feel a headache coming on fast.
CHAPTER TEN