-The Velvet Darkness-
A Draco + Harry slash
by Black-Diamonds
an/disclaimer: JKR owns them all. I own the plot. Title of story was inspired by the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack.
anII: yes. slash. hp boy/boy fic. *happy grin* u have been warned.
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"Dearly beloved we are here today to witness the union of these two
people..."
I gulp and look over at my bride, her red hair glowing in the sunlight that spills into the church. She smiles radiantly at me, a rosy blush spreading across her cheeks. In her hands, a bouquet of some sort of white flower.
I've failed to care what type they are.
All I can think of is him. Is he thinking of me too? I didn't send him an invitation...it was too painful. And I didn't know where to find him either. But all he had to do was follow the damn media trail that lead straight to the church anyway. And then there he'd be. My jaded knight. A creature of the night that I could never have to hold.
"Do you take Virginia Claire Weasley to love and to hold...to cherish..."
Blah blah blah. I feel so bad, like I'm betraying her family after all they've done for me. Our whole marriage will forever be built upon a lie. But how can I tell her I can't marry her when she stands there like an innocent angel? It would shatter her completely.
"I do."
And now I can't take back the words. I've sealed my fate, and he's not part of it. I want to just die. How can I live without him? Oh, the many years we've spent quarrelling and bickering. How I'd take them all back if I could. How I'd do anything if it would mean he'd be the one I'd be sharing the rest of my days with.
Well, at least she's happy. And so is her family. That's good, because I'm not. I'm the Boy Who Lived but I'm dying inside with no way out. They're all so happy for us. Especially Ron Weasley. My best friend. My best man, who now stands there grinning broadly at me. I guess it's sort of the least I can do for him.
***
As Harry Potter left the church with his new wife Mrs. Virginia Potter, his insides were churning and he desperately fought the need to run away from everything. Not because he hated Ginny. She was a beautiful young woman, and had really shone through in her last few years at Hogwarts. But because she wasn't the one who he thought of every morning and every night. She wasn't his silver serpent that sent his heart a flutter with every stinging insult and mocking laugh.
***
Only he can fulfill me. Only he completes me. I need him back. Ginny sits there, so full of life and happiness. I'm nothing but an empty shell. My smile...it's not real. It's just a mask I put on. A mask I will have to wear for the rest of my days.
***
The reception and all the people in it, seemed to Harry to be like cardboard and paper...so two dimensional, so unreal. He moved as if he was on automatic. That was it wasn't it? Shake hands, say thanks, eat, drink, pretend to be so bloody happy with his life. Oh yes, beautiful wife, I'm sure we'll have such beautiful children, live in a beautiful house, work for the ministry like every hero should.
The reception went on, Ron's toast bringing many a tear to many an emotional guest. Molly Weasley, like expected, bawled her eyes out. Harry, feeling drained, held Ginny's hand through it all, each second feeling like a minute, each minute feeling like an hour.
***
The food's gone, the cake's been cut. And now it's time for our first dance together.
I try to zone out. And as horrible as it is, I want to imagine that as these dim candles float lazily past and this romantic piano music starts to play, it's HIS arms I'm in. And he'll hold me forever and ever. And he'll never let go.
Ginny smiles at me. And because she's not him it's just not right. I smile back. I'm a coward, because I've chosen to live this lie. I'm confused. Would I have been a coward for running and going after the truest love I know in my life? For following my star in the darkness? Am I a coward for staying though??
***
The guests all oohed and ahhed over the newly-weds. A lovely sight as they twirled and swayed in the cacoon-like dimness of the dance floor. Molly Weasley was crying again. Harry closed his eyes. Everyone thought it was out of happiness. But Harry knew his own pain, as he held back tears that threatened to fall. Because then everyone else would know his sadness. And that would cause more pain, which was the last thing anyone needs after the seven eventful years at Hogwarts. But Voldemort was gone. The world should have been happy, celebrating - time to move on.
But Harry wanted the one that got away. The deatheater that got away from the ministry.
***
I'm aching. Inside, I feel like I have creatures with sharp nails clawing at my heart. Ginny wants to dance more but isn't once enough?? No. And there'll be many more to come. As terrible as it is, each moment I spend with her just makes me want to get away from them all even more. I tell her I want some fresh air. She offers to come with me.
"Harry, love, are you all right? You look pale. Are you sure you want to go for a walk outside in the cold?"
Cold is good. Cold makes me numb and I don't have to feel my sorrow any more.
"I'll be fine, sweety..."
A weak smile. My mask is slipping, cracking, failing to completely hide my inner emotions. Soon everything will be revealed if I'm not careful. That's it, put the mask back on, lean in, give her a kiss on the cheek.
"I'll be fine. Look, I'll be back soon."
She doesn't look all that sad. She nods and gives my hand a friendly squeeze.
"Don't be too long hon'...I guess I'll see you later."
***
Outside there was a light snow falling from the darkened sky. Ginny, a winter bride, as pure and sweet as the snow. Ginny was snow, but not ice. Her heart made her warmer than that. But Harry wanted to desperately find his Ice Prince. The one whose heart only he could melt, and the only one who could make him whole again. Harry walked towards the white trellis gazebo at the edge of the garden's large woods, not knowing what exactly he intended to find. He felt a familiar stab of nervousness, hope and yearning as he saw a darker shadow shift against the background of the other shadows. Harry started moving faster, loosening the tie around his neck. Only a short distance from the gazebo now.
And then Harry saw him...found him again. After all those hopeless nights of dreams. After wishing on every single first star in the sky.
There he was.
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...Part II coming soon...
Please r+r :) Much Thanks.
A Draco + Harry slash
by Black-Diamonds
an/disclaimer: JKR owns them all. I own the plot. Title of story was inspired by the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack.
anII: yes. slash. hp boy/boy fic. *happy grin* u have been warned.
-------*
"Dearly beloved we are here today to witness the union of these two
people..."
I gulp and look over at my bride, her red hair glowing in the sunlight that spills into the church. She smiles radiantly at me, a rosy blush spreading across her cheeks. In her hands, a bouquet of some sort of white flower.
I've failed to care what type they are.
All I can think of is him. Is he thinking of me too? I didn't send him an invitation...it was too painful. And I didn't know where to find him either. But all he had to do was follow the damn media trail that lead straight to the church anyway. And then there he'd be. My jaded knight. A creature of the night that I could never have to hold.
"Do you take Virginia Claire Weasley to love and to hold...to cherish..."
Blah blah blah. I feel so bad, like I'm betraying her family after all they've done for me. Our whole marriage will forever be built upon a lie. But how can I tell her I can't marry her when she stands there like an innocent angel? It would shatter her completely.
"I do."
And now I can't take back the words. I've sealed my fate, and he's not part of it. I want to just die. How can I live without him? Oh, the many years we've spent quarrelling and bickering. How I'd take them all back if I could. How I'd do anything if it would mean he'd be the one I'd be sharing the rest of my days with.
Well, at least she's happy. And so is her family. That's good, because I'm not. I'm the Boy Who Lived but I'm dying inside with no way out. They're all so happy for us. Especially Ron Weasley. My best friend. My best man, who now stands there grinning broadly at me. I guess it's sort of the least I can do for him.
***
As Harry Potter left the church with his new wife Mrs. Virginia Potter, his insides were churning and he desperately fought the need to run away from everything. Not because he hated Ginny. She was a beautiful young woman, and had really shone through in her last few years at Hogwarts. But because she wasn't the one who he thought of every morning and every night. She wasn't his silver serpent that sent his heart a flutter with every stinging insult and mocking laugh.
***
Only he can fulfill me. Only he completes me. I need him back. Ginny sits there, so full of life and happiness. I'm nothing but an empty shell. My smile...it's not real. It's just a mask I put on. A mask I will have to wear for the rest of my days.
***
The reception and all the people in it, seemed to Harry to be like cardboard and paper...so two dimensional, so unreal. He moved as if he was on automatic. That was it wasn't it? Shake hands, say thanks, eat, drink, pretend to be so bloody happy with his life. Oh yes, beautiful wife, I'm sure we'll have such beautiful children, live in a beautiful house, work for the ministry like every hero should.
The reception went on, Ron's toast bringing many a tear to many an emotional guest. Molly Weasley, like expected, bawled her eyes out. Harry, feeling drained, held Ginny's hand through it all, each second feeling like a minute, each minute feeling like an hour.
***
The food's gone, the cake's been cut. And now it's time for our first dance together.
I try to zone out. And as horrible as it is, I want to imagine that as these dim candles float lazily past and this romantic piano music starts to play, it's HIS arms I'm in. And he'll hold me forever and ever. And he'll never let go.
Ginny smiles at me. And because she's not him it's just not right. I smile back. I'm a coward, because I've chosen to live this lie. I'm confused. Would I have been a coward for running and going after the truest love I know in my life? For following my star in the darkness? Am I a coward for staying though??
***
The guests all oohed and ahhed over the newly-weds. A lovely sight as they twirled and swayed in the cacoon-like dimness of the dance floor. Molly Weasley was crying again. Harry closed his eyes. Everyone thought it was out of happiness. But Harry knew his own pain, as he held back tears that threatened to fall. Because then everyone else would know his sadness. And that would cause more pain, which was the last thing anyone needs after the seven eventful years at Hogwarts. But Voldemort was gone. The world should have been happy, celebrating - time to move on.
But Harry wanted the one that got away. The deatheater that got away from the ministry.
***
I'm aching. Inside, I feel like I have creatures with sharp nails clawing at my heart. Ginny wants to dance more but isn't once enough?? No. And there'll be many more to come. As terrible as it is, each moment I spend with her just makes me want to get away from them all even more. I tell her I want some fresh air. She offers to come with me.
"Harry, love, are you all right? You look pale. Are you sure you want to go for a walk outside in the cold?"
Cold is good. Cold makes me numb and I don't have to feel my sorrow any more.
"I'll be fine, sweety..."
A weak smile. My mask is slipping, cracking, failing to completely hide my inner emotions. Soon everything will be revealed if I'm not careful. That's it, put the mask back on, lean in, give her a kiss on the cheek.
"I'll be fine. Look, I'll be back soon."
She doesn't look all that sad. She nods and gives my hand a friendly squeeze.
"Don't be too long hon'...I guess I'll see you later."
***
Outside there was a light snow falling from the darkened sky. Ginny, a winter bride, as pure and sweet as the snow. Ginny was snow, but not ice. Her heart made her warmer than that. But Harry wanted to desperately find his Ice Prince. The one whose heart only he could melt, and the only one who could make him whole again. Harry walked towards the white trellis gazebo at the edge of the garden's large woods, not knowing what exactly he intended to find. He felt a familiar stab of nervousness, hope and yearning as he saw a darker shadow shift against the background of the other shadows. Harry started moving faster, loosening the tie around his neck. Only a short distance from the gazebo now.
And then Harry saw him...found him again. After all those hopeless nights of dreams. After wishing on every single first star in the sky.
There he was.
-------*
...Part II coming soon...
Please r+r :) Much Thanks.