HP Fic: Waiting (Harry/Draco). 13 Smutty Nights, part 7/13
Title: Waiting
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 795
Warnings: none? If there are any, let me know?
Prompt: 13 Smutty Nights of Halloween fest at hd_seasons , prompt #7 (trick or treat; bite)
Disclaimer: Done for fun, not profit. No copyright infringement intended. Characters belong to JKR.
Summary: Draco can't do anything but watch what's about to happen.
Author’s Notes: Please don't hate me forever for this? Just wait for tomorrow night before you judge me!
Draco watched the scene unfold before him, unable to do anything about it.
It was not fear keeping him in place. The cloaked and hooded bastard standing behind Potter had hit him with some non-verbal hex before he had done more than meet the other man's eyes. Draco could breathe, he could blink, but beyond that, he was stuck.
The man standing behind Potter raised a wand to the back of Potter's neck and jabbed his partner with it when Potter tried to get up. "I wouldn't, Potter. Do anything stupid and your partner's going to find being unable to move the least of his problems."
To punctuate his point, something moved at Draco's ankles. If he hadn't already been stock-still, Draco would have frozen. He could not turn to see what was at his feet, but he knew it wasn't friendly.
"Fuck," Potter said again, as eloquent as ever.
"Is that all they taught you in school?" the man behind Potter said with a chuckle. "To swear and do stupid things in the name of bravery? No wonder you're in this predicament."
"What is it you want from us? From me?" Potter asked quietly.
"Oh, what I want is simple. I want revenge." The man who had Draco's partner at wand-point removed the hood from his face. Draco would have gasped, had he been able. He was fairly sure all that happened was that his eyes widened.
"Selwyn," Potter choked out. Draco was surprised Potter knew the man. He had worked with Lucius at the Ministry, another Death Eater hidden out in the open. He had not been captured after the final battle at Hogwarts, nor had he been amongst the casualties. He had simply disappeared.
"Oh, so you do remember. I'm touched, Potter. Absolutely teary-eyed." He smirked. "Hope you said a heart-felt goodbye to any wives and kiddies this morning, boys. I don't think you'll be home when it's time to trick-or-treat."
"What exactly do you want revenge for?" Potter asked him. Draco knew it was a diversionary tactic, one designed to buy them more time, and when Selwyn chuckled, Draco thought it might just be a successful one. "It's not as if I ever put you in prison."
"No, not me. I was too quick for the Aurors. For a whole squad of them, in fact, which really puts the chances of you two living very long into question. I want revenge for everything I lost. You killed my son in battle, Potter. That young, dark-haired Death Eater? You probably don't even remember him. Which is why you'll pay all the more, and why I am going to enjoy this so much. But first, the matter of your partner. He can't move, so he's no threat to me, but his family turned traitor on us. The little Malfoy chap, all grown up now." Selwyn stepped out from behind Potter, his wand still trained on Potter's neck. "I'm going to enjoy watching this. And know what, Potter? You're going to watch, too."
Potter's eyes went wide and his face went a greyish white. "No." He jerked, a hand coming up to reach out toward Draco, but now Selwyn's wand was at Potter's throat, tip nestled at the pulse point there. Draco could see it twitch with every beat of Potter's heart.
"Oh, yes. You'll watch until the end--until he's taken his last tortured breath--and then it's your turn. But I'll be the one to do you in. For young Mister Malfoy, I have other plans."
"What other plans?" Draco could see Potter meet his eyes, and there was sincere remorse there. Draco wanted to tell him it was all right, that this was one death Potter didn't have to have on his conscience. If he had been better prepared, a better Auror in general, he would have saved himself this fate. He wished that at the very least, he had been able to finish telling his partner that the kiss the other night had not been a mistake. He didn't want them both to die without that truth shared. Not that he particularly wanted to die in any case.
Selwyn did not answer them directly. Instead he made a complicated hand gesture. Draco felt the thing around his ankles stir again, just before a scaled, oval head popped up and waved hypnotically in front of him. Fuck, he thought, realising he had spent too much time around Potter, if his last thoughts were to be his partner's favourite phrase. He caught Potter's glance again, tried to look as brave as possible, to say goodbye with just his eyes, and then he closed his eyes tightly and waited for the bite as the snake before him opened its mouth and slithered closer.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 795
Warnings: none? If there are any, let me know?
Prompt: 13 Smutty Nights of Halloween fest at hd_seasons , prompt #7 (trick or treat; bite)
Disclaimer: Done for fun, not profit. No copyright infringement intended. Characters belong to JKR.
Summary: Draco can't do anything but watch what's about to happen.
Author’s Notes: Please don't hate me forever for this? Just wait for tomorrow night before you judge me!
Draco watched the scene unfold before him, unable to do anything about it.
It was not fear keeping him in place. The cloaked and hooded bastard standing behind Potter had hit him with some non-verbal hex before he had done more than meet the other man's eyes. Draco could breathe, he could blink, but beyond that, he was stuck.
The man standing behind Potter raised a wand to the back of Potter's neck and jabbed his partner with it when Potter tried to get up. "I wouldn't, Potter. Do anything stupid and your partner's going to find being unable to move the least of his problems."
To punctuate his point, something moved at Draco's ankles. If he hadn't already been stock-still, Draco would have frozen. He could not turn to see what was at his feet, but he knew it wasn't friendly.
"Fuck," Potter said again, as eloquent as ever.
"Is that all they taught you in school?" the man behind Potter said with a chuckle. "To swear and do stupid things in the name of bravery? No wonder you're in this predicament."
"What is it you want from us? From me?" Potter asked quietly.
"Oh, what I want is simple. I want revenge." The man who had Draco's partner at wand-point removed the hood from his face. Draco would have gasped, had he been able. He was fairly sure all that happened was that his eyes widened.
"Selwyn," Potter choked out. Draco was surprised Potter knew the man. He had worked with Lucius at the Ministry, another Death Eater hidden out in the open. He had not been captured after the final battle at Hogwarts, nor had he been amongst the casualties. He had simply disappeared.
"Oh, so you do remember. I'm touched, Potter. Absolutely teary-eyed." He smirked. "Hope you said a heart-felt goodbye to any wives and kiddies this morning, boys. I don't think you'll be home when it's time to trick-or-treat."
"What exactly do you want revenge for?" Potter asked him. Draco knew it was a diversionary tactic, one designed to buy them more time, and when Selwyn chuckled, Draco thought it might just be a successful one. "It's not as if I ever put you in prison."
"No, not me. I was too quick for the Aurors. For a whole squad of them, in fact, which really puts the chances of you two living very long into question. I want revenge for everything I lost. You killed my son in battle, Potter. That young, dark-haired Death Eater? You probably don't even remember him. Which is why you'll pay all the more, and why I am going to enjoy this so much. But first, the matter of your partner. He can't move, so he's no threat to me, but his family turned traitor on us. The little Malfoy chap, all grown up now." Selwyn stepped out from behind Potter, his wand still trained on Potter's neck. "I'm going to enjoy watching this. And know what, Potter? You're going to watch, too."
Potter's eyes went wide and his face went a greyish white. "No." He jerked, a hand coming up to reach out toward Draco, but now Selwyn's wand was at Potter's throat, tip nestled at the pulse point there. Draco could see it twitch with every beat of Potter's heart.
"Oh, yes. You'll watch until the end--until he's taken his last tortured breath--and then it's your turn. But I'll be the one to do you in. For young Mister Malfoy, I have other plans."
"What other plans?" Draco could see Potter meet his eyes, and there was sincere remorse there. Draco wanted to tell him it was all right, that this was one death Potter didn't have to have on his conscience. If he had been better prepared, a better Auror in general, he would have saved himself this fate. He wished that at the very least, he had been able to finish telling his partner that the kiss the other night had not been a mistake. He didn't want them both to die without that truth shared. Not that he particularly wanted to die in any case.
Selwyn did not answer them directly. Instead he made a complicated hand gesture. Draco felt the thing around his ankles stir again, just before a scaled, oval head popped up and waved hypnotically in front of him. Fuck, he thought, realising he had spent too much time around Potter, if his last thoughts were to be his partner's favourite phrase. He caught Potter's glance again, tried to look as brave as possible, to say goodbye with just his eyes, and then he closed his eyes tightly and waited for the bite as the snake before him opened its mouth and slithered closer.