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I wanted to kill him. I set out to find the cowardly bastard, Hell bent on vengeance. He may not have held the wand that took his life, but he was just as guilty as if he had. I searched the forest, combed the grounds, I even broke into his home. He was gone.
I returned home, to Grimmauld Place, angry and miserable.
He was standing four feet in front of me, looking exhausted. The dark circles beneath his eyes contrasted with his pallid face. He was a walking death, and I wanted to kill the bastard.
"Hullo Potter," he mumbled. His grey eyes bore into mine, unblinking.
I loathed him in that moment. In an instant I had him pinned against the wall, my wand pressed to his chest. His eyes grew wide and his breath came in short bursts. I almost pitied him.
The memory of Dumbledore's face when he was pleading for his life, flashed through my mind. The image of the white coffin slipped into focus and any sympathy for the bastard was gone. I was going to do it. He looked up at me, fearfully. I had him cornered.
I never meant to kiss him.
Author's Note: This little drabble is dedicated to KariMalfoy, my best beta and good friend. This was my first attempt at m/m slash pairing. Please be gentle, but honest!
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