Title: Two Against The Masses
Author: Meridian
Rating: PG-13... possibly a low R
Pairing: Harry/Draco
A/N: Harry's PoV, my anger at the fandom seems to be affecting my writing. I'm back to writing mega angst, well this is dark two. I present to you 'Meridian is fucking pissed off fic.' Thanks to Black Rogue for the beta:) all other mistakes are my own.
Warnings: Implied self-harm
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When you first saw them, I knew you wouldn't understand. You looked me straight in the eyes and claimed you didn't recognise me. You said I'd changed and cursed yourself for not spotting it sooner. I know you didn't understand my anger. I wonder how we ever could have been friends if you cannot understand this. You are so smart but so blind.
It was when you found out about him that you disowned me. You yelled and as you did this, killed our friendship. I am sad about that, we had some good times, but I need someone who'll understand me. He can, and that makes you jealous.
You stopped mid-shout when you saw him approaching. You eyes were wide in shock when he came up to me and held my hand. What you didn't observe was his finger running softly over the scars on my wrist, sending a shiver down my spin. I did not tell him to stop his glares at you, you deserved them.
He understands why I did it. Knows the pain and hatred that flows through me. He lets me be myself, not a hero or a saviour but just Harry. We talk, for hours and hours we talk, and he helps, more than you ever have and I know you can't stand that.
I spend all my nights with him now, you didn't even notice when I started sneaking away every evening. You never noticed when blood seeped through the arm of my shirt and the look of panic and shame that would cross my face, but he did. You are shocked that he still acts his same mean self to me, but that is who he is and I've accepted it. You will never be able to understand the deepness of the relationship we have, you see the world differently.
Now I lie on my back, legs spread open in the air, wide and willing. I moan and scream his name as he thrusts harshly into me, cleansing me, helping me to forget my troubles. When we are spent and exhausted the silence is beautiful, we don't move, we just watch each other. We know we look at things the same way. We cling to each other, two against the masses. In those few moments, there is no Hogwarts, no one to pull us apart and all the harshness of reality is left at the door. Knowing no one will stop us and knowing the world will never understand us.
Author: Meridian
Rating: PG-13... possibly a low R
Pairing: Harry/Draco
A/N: Harry's PoV, my anger at the fandom seems to be affecting my writing. I'm back to writing mega angst, well this is dark two. I present to you 'Meridian is fucking pissed off fic.' Thanks to Black Rogue for the beta:) all other mistakes are my own.
Warnings: Implied self-harm
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When you first saw them, I knew you wouldn't understand. You looked me straight in the eyes and claimed you didn't recognise me. You said I'd changed and cursed yourself for not spotting it sooner. I know you didn't understand my anger. I wonder how we ever could have been friends if you cannot understand this. You are so smart but so blind.
It was when you found out about him that you disowned me. You yelled and as you did this, killed our friendship. I am sad about that, we had some good times, but I need someone who'll understand me. He can, and that makes you jealous.
You stopped mid-shout when you saw him approaching. You eyes were wide in shock when he came up to me and held my hand. What you didn't observe was his finger running softly over the scars on my wrist, sending a shiver down my spin. I did not tell him to stop his glares at you, you deserved them.
He understands why I did it. Knows the pain and hatred that flows through me. He lets me be myself, not a hero or a saviour but just Harry. We talk, for hours and hours we talk, and he helps, more than you ever have and I know you can't stand that.
I spend all my nights with him now, you didn't even notice when I started sneaking away every evening. You never noticed when blood seeped through the arm of my shirt and the look of panic and shame that would cross my face, but he did. You are shocked that he still acts his same mean self to me, but that is who he is and I've accepted it. You will never be able to understand the deepness of the relationship we have, you see the world differently.
Now I lie on my back, legs spread open in the air, wide and willing. I moan and scream his name as he thrusts harshly into me, cleansing me, helping me to forget my troubles. When we are spent and exhausted the silence is beautiful, we don't move, we just watch each other. We know we look at things the same way. We cling to each other, two against the masses. In those few moments, there is no Hogwarts, no one to pull us apart and all the harshness of reality is left at the door. Knowing no one will stop us and knowing the world will never understand us.