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THIS POST HAS BEEN EDITED WITH A REVISED/BETAED VERSION OF THE FIC
Title: The Bracket Series: Regardless
Author: blxck
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 1,405
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling's, not mine - I can't afford to be sued.
Summary: And that is why I choose to stumble blindly in the dark, searching for you. Searching for those green eyes that I’ll never see in the black. And I wonder why I can always seem to find you, regardless of the dark, regardless of your cloak, regardless of the black void.
A/N: For jamie2109 and nocturnali's AWDT challenge: “In a Darkened Room". Much thanks to seanr from FA for doing a wonderful beta job. :D One of the major differences in the revised version is that the whole fic is now in present tense. Otherwise, everything is about the same, save for a few grammatical errors and repetitive words.
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Harry sits in silence, under his invisibility cloak, at one of the desks in the middle of the room. He is exhausted and longs for his soft sheets and plush pillows. But he knows he will have to wait.
The old classroom that has not been used for a few years is dusty, and through the soft, eerie, bluish light filtering in from the fractured windows he can see dust swirling in the air as a draft of wind blows through one of the cracks. The rickety old desks and chairs are partially covered in blankets of grime, but it is clear that the dust had been recently disturbed. Dust-less spots trail the ground and mark the desks, showing that the once unused room once again has a purpose.
A slight noise comes from outside the closed door, causing Harry to stir under his cloak. A moment later, the door slowly creaks open and a band of warm, yellowish light is thrown across the ground and streaks the wall opposite the door. The light is obscured as someone enters the room.
Malfoy.
The door clicks shut and Harry watches as Malfoy mutters a charm that locks the door. Malfoy slowly turns to face the empty room. His face is covered with a shadow, but the wand he holds in his hand is clearly visible from the bluish light, as well as his Slytherin tie and parts of his robes.
Malfoy slowly walks around a few of the dusty desks, dragging a few slender fingers over the dusty tops, leaving a trail of clean spots. He walks down four rows and across three, stopping right in front of the desk Harry is sitting at. He adopts a small smirk and stares right at the empty spot that contains an invisible Harry.
Incredulous, Harry slowly sheds the invisibility cloak and watches as Malfoy’s smirk turns into a look of pure smugness.
“How do you do that? It’s really creepy,” Harry mutters, still amazed. “You’re never wrong, either.”
Malfoy frowns and snarls at Harry. “Shut up Potter. Fuck. You should know the rules by now.”
Harry protests with a noise of indignation, but doesn’t say another word.
Malfoy shoots Harry a look of pure disgust and levels his wand. Harry slides off the desk and stands beside it, waiting for Malfoy to do what he always does. He hears Malfoy mutter a few words and immediately the drapes fall shut, concealing the windows and smothering the bluish-white light.
The room is plunged into thick darkness.
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“No, I don’t care. No talking. No noise. No light.”
“No noise and no talking, I get. But no light?”
“Scared, Potter?”
“No?”
“Then shut the fuck up.”
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Harry feels Malfoy brush his hand against the side of his cheek.
Harry shivers and as Malfoy steps closer to him, Harry can hear Malfoy’s slow, steady breaths and can feel Malfoy's warm breath on his cheek. He closes his eyes against the darkness.
He feels Malfoy’s hand trail down from the side of his cheek and settle on his shoulder. He feels Malfoy firmly push him backwards so that he hits the desk and is forced to sit upon the edge. Malfoy’s hand leaves his shoulder and the contact is gone before Harry feels a familiar tug as his tie is being pulled off.
He hears the tie flutter towards the ground and a sudden absence of warmth indicates that Malfoy has stepped away from Harry.
Harry opens his eyes to the darkness.
He can’t see it, but he knows that Malfoy is staring into the darkness where he sits. He feels Malfoy’s eyes boring into his, but he can’t see them to be sure.
Harry involuntarily shivers again.
The feeling of Malfoy knowing exactly where he is, even in the dark, even when he is invisible, is creepy, but intoxicating at the same time.
Harry closes his eyes again and hesitantly stretches his arm out. His fingers touch the collar of Malfoy’s shirt and he can feel Malfoy’s breath hitch upon the slight contact. Harry drifts his hand across to lightly grasp Malfoy’s tie. A small smile flitters across Harry’s face in the darkness as he gently tugs Malfoy towards him. Edging back on the desk, he pulls Malfoy closer to him.
He feels Malfoy shift in the darkness and parts his legs when Malfoy comes to rest a knee on the desk.
Blindly leaning forward, Harry trails his hand up from Malfoy’s tie and briefly rests it on the side of Malfoy’s face. With a trembling hand, Harry tilts Malfoy’s face towards his own and slowly closes the distance between their lips.
The very moment their lips make contact, Harry promptly forgets everything. He forgets that the world outside of the dusty classroom exists because the only thing that matters at that very moment is Draco.
He makes Harry forget that he is sitting upon an old rickety desk in a dusty, abandoned room.
He makes Harry forget the rules.
Draco’s lips break contact with Harry’s and start trailing flutters of kisses down Harry’s neck. Harry’s own lips part on their own accord and breathlessly, almost inaudibly utter, “Draco …”
Rule number one, no talking.
Harry feels Draco shift closer towards him and his breathing becomes shallow as he feels Draco’s breath ghost over his moist lips.
Harry closes his eyes as Draco shifts again. He feels Draco place his hands on either side of his body, and he feels him decreasing the distance between their two bodies.
Harry moans into Draco’s mouth as Draco takes the opportunity to slide his tongue across Harry’s hesitant lips.
Rule number two, no noise.
Draco breaks contact again, taking a moment with a steady hand to pull Harry’s glasses off and carelessly toss them aside. Harry hears a distinct crack as they hit the ground.
Harry feels himself melt into the darkness as Draco’s insistent fingers and caressing tongue envelopes him, flooding his mind with lust and intoxicating his senses.
Rule number three, No light.
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Bluish-white light is filtering in through the cracked and dusty windows again.
Harry picks up his tie and loosely ties it around his neck. He watches as a blurry Malfoy does up the last few buttons on his shirt before stooping to pick up Harry’s broken glasses.
Malfoy taps his wand against the cracked lenses to repair them, and then drops them onto Harry’s outstretched hand.
Harry puts his glasses back on and lifts his head to see Malfoy looking at him.
In that instant, their eyes meet.
Green on grey, grey on green.
Harry freezes as his clear green eyes lock with Malfoy’s darkened grey ones. And in that moment, Harry feels something. He feels the emotion concealed behind Malfoy’s darkened eyes. He can see the wavering emotion behind them, weakening and breaking. The dam of emotion breaks through.
He sees the unspoken words in the emotion.
He can feel it, hear it speak its silent words.
I could love you.
And I could let myself fall into the depths of your green, green eyes.
But I can’t.
And I know that if I ever looked into your eyes as you utter my name into darkness, I wouldn’t be able to let you go.
Because you make me feel as though you need me.
As though you could take away the pain from everything.
As though I could be yours, and that you would want to be mine.
As though we could be together, forever.
But then I remember.
I remember, that nothing’s forever.
And that is why I choose to stumble blindly in the dark, searching for you.
Searching for those green eyes that I’ll never see in the black.
And I wonder why I can always seem to find you,
regardless of the dark,
regardless of your cloak,
regardless of the black void.
It doesn’t matter though.
Because nothing’s forever … right?
And then the fleeting moment passes. And Harry isn’t sure if he saw anything at all in Malfoy’s grey eyes.
Malfoy slowly turns to leave, breaking the spell, unlocking the door as he goes.
The door creaks open and a band of warm yellowish light throws itself across the ground and streaks the wall opposite the door. The light is obscured as Malfoy leaves the room.
The door clicks shut, and Harry is left, once again standing alone in the dark room.
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Next in The Bracket Series: Alone
Title: The Bracket Series: Regardless
Author: blxck
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 1,405
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling's, not mine - I can't afford to be sued.
Summary: And that is why I choose to stumble blindly in the dark, searching for you. Searching for those green eyes that I’ll never see in the black. And I wonder why I can always seem to find you, regardless of the dark, regardless of your cloak, regardless of the black void.
A/N: For jamie2109 and nocturnali's AWDT challenge: “In a Darkened Room". Much thanks to seanr from FA for doing a wonderful beta job. :D One of the major differences in the revised version is that the whole fic is now in present tense. Otherwise, everything is about the same, save for a few grammatical errors and repetitive words.
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Harry sits in silence, under his invisibility cloak, at one of the desks in the middle of the room. He is exhausted and longs for his soft sheets and plush pillows. But he knows he will have to wait.
The old classroom that has not been used for a few years is dusty, and through the soft, eerie, bluish light filtering in from the fractured windows he can see dust swirling in the air as a draft of wind blows through one of the cracks. The rickety old desks and chairs are partially covered in blankets of grime, but it is clear that the dust had been recently disturbed. Dust-less spots trail the ground and mark the desks, showing that the once unused room once again has a purpose.
A slight noise comes from outside the closed door, causing Harry to stir under his cloak. A moment later, the door slowly creaks open and a band of warm, yellowish light is thrown across the ground and streaks the wall opposite the door. The light is obscured as someone enters the room.
Malfoy.
The door clicks shut and Harry watches as Malfoy mutters a charm that locks the door. Malfoy slowly turns to face the empty room. His face is covered with a shadow, but the wand he holds in his hand is clearly visible from the bluish light, as well as his Slytherin tie and parts of his robes.
Malfoy slowly walks around a few of the dusty desks, dragging a few slender fingers over the dusty tops, leaving a trail of clean spots. He walks down four rows and across three, stopping right in front of the desk Harry is sitting at. He adopts a small smirk and stares right at the empty spot that contains an invisible Harry.
Incredulous, Harry slowly sheds the invisibility cloak and watches as Malfoy’s smirk turns into a look of pure smugness.
“How do you do that? It’s really creepy,” Harry mutters, still amazed. “You’re never wrong, either.”
Malfoy frowns and snarls at Harry. “Shut up Potter. Fuck. You should know the rules by now.”
Harry protests with a noise of indignation, but doesn’t say another word.
Malfoy shoots Harry a look of pure disgust and levels his wand. Harry slides off the desk and stands beside it, waiting for Malfoy to do what he always does. He hears Malfoy mutter a few words and immediately the drapes fall shut, concealing the windows and smothering the bluish-white light.
The room is plunged into thick darkness.
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“No, I don’t care. No talking. No noise. No light.”
“No noise and no talking, I get. But no light?”
“Scared, Potter?”
“No?”
“Then shut the fuck up.”
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Harry feels Malfoy brush his hand against the side of his cheek.
Harry shivers and as Malfoy steps closer to him, Harry can hear Malfoy’s slow, steady breaths and can feel Malfoy's warm breath on his cheek. He closes his eyes against the darkness.
He feels Malfoy’s hand trail down from the side of his cheek and settle on his shoulder. He feels Malfoy firmly push him backwards so that he hits the desk and is forced to sit upon the edge. Malfoy’s hand leaves his shoulder and the contact is gone before Harry feels a familiar tug as his tie is being pulled off.
He hears the tie flutter towards the ground and a sudden absence of warmth indicates that Malfoy has stepped away from Harry.
Harry opens his eyes to the darkness.
He can’t see it, but he knows that Malfoy is staring into the darkness where he sits. He feels Malfoy’s eyes boring into his, but he can’t see them to be sure.
Harry involuntarily shivers again.
The feeling of Malfoy knowing exactly where he is, even in the dark, even when he is invisible, is creepy, but intoxicating at the same time.
Harry closes his eyes again and hesitantly stretches his arm out. His fingers touch the collar of Malfoy’s shirt and he can feel Malfoy’s breath hitch upon the slight contact. Harry drifts his hand across to lightly grasp Malfoy’s tie. A small smile flitters across Harry’s face in the darkness as he gently tugs Malfoy towards him. Edging back on the desk, he pulls Malfoy closer to him.
He feels Malfoy shift in the darkness and parts his legs when Malfoy comes to rest a knee on the desk.
Blindly leaning forward, Harry trails his hand up from Malfoy’s tie and briefly rests it on the side of Malfoy’s face. With a trembling hand, Harry tilts Malfoy’s face towards his own and slowly closes the distance between their lips.
The very moment their lips make contact, Harry promptly forgets everything. He forgets that the world outside of the dusty classroom exists because the only thing that matters at that very moment is Draco.
He makes Harry forget that he is sitting upon an old rickety desk in a dusty, abandoned room.
He makes Harry forget the rules.
Draco’s lips break contact with Harry’s and start trailing flutters of kisses down Harry’s neck. Harry’s own lips part on their own accord and breathlessly, almost inaudibly utter, “Draco …”
Rule number one, no talking.
Harry feels Draco shift closer towards him and his breathing becomes shallow as he feels Draco’s breath ghost over his moist lips.
Harry closes his eyes as Draco shifts again. He feels Draco place his hands on either side of his body, and he feels him decreasing the distance between their two bodies.
Harry moans into Draco’s mouth as Draco takes the opportunity to slide his tongue across Harry’s hesitant lips.
Rule number two, no noise.
Draco breaks contact again, taking a moment with a steady hand to pull Harry’s glasses off and carelessly toss them aside. Harry hears a distinct crack as they hit the ground.
Harry feels himself melt into the darkness as Draco’s insistent fingers and caressing tongue envelopes him, flooding his mind with lust and intoxicating his senses.
Rule number three, No light.
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Bluish-white light is filtering in through the cracked and dusty windows again.
Harry picks up his tie and loosely ties it around his neck. He watches as a blurry Malfoy does up the last few buttons on his shirt before stooping to pick up Harry’s broken glasses.
Malfoy taps his wand against the cracked lenses to repair them, and then drops them onto Harry’s outstretched hand.
Harry puts his glasses back on and lifts his head to see Malfoy looking at him.
In that instant, their eyes meet.
Green on grey, grey on green.
Harry freezes as his clear green eyes lock with Malfoy’s darkened grey ones. And in that moment, Harry feels something. He feels the emotion concealed behind Malfoy’s darkened eyes. He can see the wavering emotion behind them, weakening and breaking. The dam of emotion breaks through.
He sees the unspoken words in the emotion.
He can feel it, hear it speak its silent words.
I could love you.
And I could let myself fall into the depths of your green, green eyes.
But I can’t.
And I know that if I ever looked into your eyes as you utter my name into darkness, I wouldn’t be able to let you go.
Because you make me feel as though you need me.
As though you could take away the pain from everything.
As though I could be yours, and that you would want to be mine.
As though we could be together, forever.
But then I remember.
I remember, that nothing’s forever.
And that is why I choose to stumble blindly in the dark, searching for you.
Searching for those green eyes that I’ll never see in the black.
And I wonder why I can always seem to find you,
regardless of the dark,
regardless of your cloak,
regardless of the black void.
It doesn’t matter though.
Because nothing’s forever … right?
And then the fleeting moment passes. And Harry isn’t sure if he saw anything at all in Malfoy’s grey eyes.
Malfoy slowly turns to leave, breaking the spell, unlocking the door as he goes.
The door creaks open and a band of warm yellowish light throws itself across the ground and streaks the wall opposite the door. The light is obscured as Malfoy leaves the room.
The door clicks shut, and Harry is left, once again standing alone in the dark room.
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Next in The Bracket Series: Alone