TITLE: Another night, another Gryffindor.
AUTHOR: Mexx
EMAIL: mexx@wild-dystopia.net
DISCLAIMER: All HP characters mentioned within this fic are property of
JKR.
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: He has to have *them* because he can never have *him*.
PAIRINGS: Draco/Harry. (Also mentions Draco/Hermione, Draco/Neville,
Draco/Katie, Draco/Seamus, Draco/George, Draco/Parvati, Draco/Dennis,
Draco/Ginny, Draco/Dean, Draco/Lee, Draco/Ron, Draco/Angelina, Draco/Fred,
Draco/Collin and Draco/Lavender)
FEEDBACK: Would be much appreciated.
Another night, another Gryffindor, and another chance for Draco to get lost in the eyes and mouth and taste and touch of someone who isn't ((say his name)) Harry.
He has to have them ((Hermione, Neville, Katie, Seamus, George, Parvati, Dennis)) because he can never have him ((the golden boy)). He has to settle for endless nights of empty sex and cheap thrills ((whore)) just to be close to someone who is close to ((tastes like)) him.
Another one. A new one. A girl. She won't tell. None of them ever do. Too embarrassed by ((him)) their dirty secret. Kisses in the cobwebs, hidden by ((his darkness)) the shadows. Each night of the week he is with a different one of them ((a different part of Harry)) and yet they are all oblivious to his behaviour; too self involved to realise they are not the only one for Draco, too oblivious to realise they mean little more than nothing to him, and that none of them are quite like ((can even compare to)) Harry.
Soft kisses, at first, to ensnare the girl slowly. He's an expert in the art of ((self-destruction)) seduction. The kiss grows; he wants ((needs)) a little bit more of the Gryffindor taste, always tinged with the musk of ((Harry)) bravery.
The feelings for ((obsession with)) Harry developed slowly. Draco can't quite ((doesn't want to)) remember how it started it. It must have been something to do with Quidditch ((the changing rooms)) and how Harry looked playing ((undressing after)) Quidditch. He knows it's stupid, to lust after the one person he ((his father, Voldemort, the Death Eaters, Snape, the Slytherins)) hates above all else, but he can't escape Harry ((his laughter, his body, his life)) at school when they constantly flit in and out of each other's lives.
Draco knows that loving ((mindlessly fucking)) everyone who is close to ((is loved by)) Harry will be his downfall, that perhaps becoming interested in ((in love with)) Harry is what will ruin ((kill)) him but when he is embracing a Gryffindor ((Ginny, Dean, Lee, Ron, Angelina, Fred, Colin, Lavender)) and lost in the scent of their house ((of Harry)) he cares not for the consequences of his actions, but only for what it would actually be like to be with ((touchsmelltastelove)) Harry.
--finis
Another night, another Gryffindor, and another chance for Draco to get lost in the eyes and mouth and taste and touch of someone who isn't ((say his name)) Harry.
He has to have them ((Hermione, Neville, Katie, Seamus, George, Parvati, Dennis)) because he can never have him ((the golden boy)). He has to settle for endless nights of empty sex and cheap thrills ((whore)) just to be close to someone who is close to ((tastes like)) him.
Another one. A new one. A girl. She won't tell. None of them ever do. Too embarrassed by ((him)) their dirty secret. Kisses in the cobwebs, hidden by ((his darkness)) the shadows. Each night of the week he is with a different one of them ((a different part of Harry)) and yet they are all oblivious to his behaviour; too self involved to realise they are not the only one for Draco, too oblivious to realise they mean little more than nothing to him, and that none of them are quite like ((can even compare to)) Harry.
Soft kisses, at first, to ensnare the girl slowly. He's an expert in the art of ((self-destruction)) seduction. The kiss grows; he wants ((needs)) a little bit more of the Gryffindor taste, always tinged with the musk of ((Harry)) bravery.
The feelings for ((obsession with)) Harry developed slowly. Draco can't quite ((doesn't want to)) remember how it started it. It must have been something to do with Quidditch ((the changing rooms)) and how Harry looked playing ((undressing after)) Quidditch. He knows it's stupid, to lust after the one person he ((his father, Voldemort, the Death Eaters, Snape, the Slytherins)) hates above all else, but he can't escape Harry ((his laughter, his body, his life)) at school when they constantly flit in and out of each other's lives.
Draco knows that loving ((mindlessly fucking)) everyone who is close to ((is loved by)) Harry will be his downfall, that perhaps becoming interested in ((in love with)) Harry is what will ruin ((kill)) him but when he is embracing a Gryffindor ((Ginny, Dean, Lee, Ron, Angelina, Fred, Colin, Lavender)) and lost in the scent of their house ((of Harry)) he cares not for the consequences of his actions, but only for what it would actually be like to be with ((touchsmelltastelove)) Harry.
--finis