Hocus Pocus; hc_bingo
Author: hanakoanime
Fandoms: Utaites/Harry Potter
H/C: Magical Trouble
Title: Hocus Pocus
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Soraru hated that, despite everything, he still loved her.
A/N: I have this posted up on AO3, and it's part of another challenge I'm doing for myself. Title comes from Hocus Pocus by Bvndit. (A quick note that I'd like to make is that I loosely interpreted both prompts, hc_bingo's one and the song prompt.)
He hated her, despised her with everything that was him, yet he also loved her. He found it hard to ignore all those years they spent together-both as friends and as lovers (as one-sided as it was.)
Even after everything, after destroying his heart and his trust in people, she still managed to captivate him by just smiling.
If he didn’t know how it felt, he would’ve thought she used the Imperious Curse on him.
Amako’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she smiled innocently at him. He trembled with rage and fear as she stepped closer and closer to him, before stopping right before him. She lifted his head up with her finger, and he could see how cold her eyes were even with that angelic smile on her face.
“How sad,” she murmured, still giving him a dead-eye stare. “You’re still in love with me.”
Soraru hated that she knew him well enough to know that. He hated that she played with his emotions, made him think that he could save her from the Dark Side and He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. He hated that she knew that he would be sympathetic to her story-not all false as he knew of her family well-and she managed to catch him off-guard as she betrayed him and his friends.
“Why did you do this,” he finally asked. Of all questions and accusations he wanted to say, he chose this question because he wanted to know why she bothered with the charade for years.
“You were interesting.”
Soraru noted that she looked almost amused as she told him that.
“Interesting,” he whispered to himself, getting angrier as he realized that she chose him because he would provide amusement for her.
Amako smiled turned a bit more sinister. “You were so certain you could change my mind. You preached about how tolerant your side is, but I saw something else. How could I choose a side that side-eyed me as if I was pure evil when I just entered a school?”
He was stunned into silence as she continued on in a deceptively soft voice.
“I’m not stupid, I know that the Dark Lord is evil, but I chose the side that I thought saw me as me and not a potential weapon.” She smiled brightly as if she suddenly remembered something. “Oh, and I know where Potter is. I think the Dark Lord has him.”
She took a step back, and then another and another, before she was standing by the doorway-the doorway that could lead to his freedom if he could get out of his bindings. (He regretted not learning at least a bit of wandless, non-verbal magic; he would be free if he could do that, but he would bet that was why Amako was comfortable leaving him just tied up and not drained of his magic.)
“I know you think I drugged you, made you fall in love with me, but I didn’t. Your stupidity is the reason you’re in love with me. And that makes it better than any silly love potion would ever.”
With those parting words, she left him to stew in his thoughts of everything in this dark dungeon.
Fandoms: Utaites/Harry Potter
H/C: Magical Trouble
Title: Hocus Pocus
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Soraru hated that, despite everything, he still loved her.
A/N: I have this posted up on AO3, and it's part of another challenge I'm doing for myself. Title comes from Hocus Pocus by Bvndit. (A quick note that I'd like to make is that I loosely interpreted both prompts, hc_bingo's one and the song prompt.)
He hated her, despised her with everything that was him, yet he also loved her. He found it hard to ignore all those years they spent together-both as friends and as lovers (as one-sided as it was.)
Even after everything, after destroying his heart and his trust in people, she still managed to captivate him by just smiling.
If he didn’t know how it felt, he would’ve thought she used the Imperious Curse on him.
Amako’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she smiled innocently at him. He trembled with rage and fear as she stepped closer and closer to him, before stopping right before him. She lifted his head up with her finger, and he could see how cold her eyes were even with that angelic smile on her face.
“How sad,” she murmured, still giving him a dead-eye stare. “You’re still in love with me.”
Soraru hated that she knew him well enough to know that. He hated that she played with his emotions, made him think that he could save her from the Dark Side and He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. He hated that she knew that he would be sympathetic to her story-not all false as he knew of her family well-and she managed to catch him off-guard as she betrayed him and his friends.
“Why did you do this,” he finally asked. Of all questions and accusations he wanted to say, he chose this question because he wanted to know why she bothered with the charade for years.
“You were interesting.”
Soraru noted that she looked almost amused as she told him that.
“Interesting,” he whispered to himself, getting angrier as he realized that she chose him because he would provide amusement for her.
Amako smiled turned a bit more sinister. “You were so certain you could change my mind. You preached about how tolerant your side is, but I saw something else. How could I choose a side that side-eyed me as if I was pure evil when I just entered a school?”
He was stunned into silence as she continued on in a deceptively soft voice.
“I’m not stupid, I know that the Dark Lord is evil, but I chose the side that I thought saw me as me and not a potential weapon.” She smiled brightly as if she suddenly remembered something. “Oh, and I know where Potter is. I think the Dark Lord has him.”
She took a step back, and then another and another, before she was standing by the doorway-the doorway that could lead to his freedom if he could get out of his bindings. (He regretted not learning at least a bit of wandless, non-verbal magic; he would be free if he could do that, but he would bet that was why Amako was comfortable leaving him just tied up and not drained of his magic.)
“I know you think I drugged you, made you fall in love with me, but I didn’t. Your stupidity is the reason you’re in love with me. And that makes it better than any silly love potion would ever.”
With those parting words, she left him to stew in his thoughts of everything in this dark dungeon.