Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: I warn you, there is IMPLIED SLASH. There is ANGST. There is DARKNESS. Hints at MENTAL INSTABILITY and last but certainly not least: PHYSICAL ABUSE. Whew! Thankfully, it's very short.
AU: The Good Side wins the war. Harry is more a hero than ever. He "saves" Draco from The Dark Side and keeps him around to assuage his hero complex.
POV: Draco
A/N: This is what I wrote when I should have been completing "Rematch" It was a bleak evening, I tell ya.
Feedback: Will probably not be very kind, considering this particular story. But let me have it anyway.
Dedication: Can't think of a single soul who deserves this awful thing dedicated to them. Maybe my two horrible muses, who have free board&lodge in my cranium but STILL won't speak to me, damn them!
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The Hero
He hurts me but he doesn't care. He hurts me but it doesn't matter. He hurts me but they all look the other way. I can't leave, I have no right - he bought me with his blood and goodness. Everyone says it: that he's the hero, he's my saviour. That I should be grateful; things could be so. much. worse.
*Is* there something worse? Worse than him being a hero? He was a hero since before he can remember, he's proved his greatness and goodness more times than I can count. But now he's had the final triumph, now he's won the war. He's served his purpose but he can't. stop. being. a. hero.
It's the only cause he's ever had, the only role he's ever played. And so he plucked me from "The Dark Side", dusted me off and kept me. His very own souvenir of the war. Pose-able action figure complete with twisted, tarnished reputation. A broken nemesis on a leash.
And I should be grateful because he's the hero and goodness is in his blood just like badness is in mine. And that is why he bleeds me: to purge me. Why he purples my flesh with bruises: to save my soul. Why sometimes his saintly fingers close tight around my neck: to teach me to be good. Like him.
Every night he relives the war. The bedroom is a microcosm in which he is the light forces and I am the dark ones. In there he is great and I am little. He is strong and I am powerless. He is Good and I am Evil.
And doesn't Good always triumph over Evil? He assures me that it does, with fists and noble fury and the fact that I never, ever strike back. I can't fight and be successful, can never expect to defy him and triumph. Because I am too weak, and because he is the hero and the hero. always. wins.
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A/N: Dare I request that you r/r ?
Rating: R
Warnings: I warn you, there is IMPLIED SLASH. There is ANGST. There is DARKNESS. Hints at MENTAL INSTABILITY and last but certainly not least: PHYSICAL ABUSE. Whew! Thankfully, it's very short.
AU: The Good Side wins the war. Harry is more a hero than ever. He "saves" Draco from The Dark Side and keeps him around to assuage his hero complex.
POV: Draco
A/N: This is what I wrote when I should have been completing "Rematch" It was a bleak evening, I tell ya.
Feedback: Will probably not be very kind, considering this particular story. But let me have it anyway.
Dedication: Can't think of a single soul who deserves this awful thing dedicated to them. Maybe my two horrible muses, who have free board&lodge in my cranium but STILL won't speak to me, damn them!
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The Hero
He hurts me but he doesn't care. He hurts me but it doesn't matter. He hurts me but they all look the other way. I can't leave, I have no right - he bought me with his blood and goodness. Everyone says it: that he's the hero, he's my saviour. That I should be grateful; things could be so. much. worse.
*Is* there something worse? Worse than him being a hero? He was a hero since before he can remember, he's proved his greatness and goodness more times than I can count. But now he's had the final triumph, now he's won the war. He's served his purpose but he can't. stop. being. a. hero.
It's the only cause he's ever had, the only role he's ever played. And so he plucked me from "The Dark Side", dusted me off and kept me. His very own souvenir of the war. Pose-able action figure complete with twisted, tarnished reputation. A broken nemesis on a leash.
And I should be grateful because he's the hero and goodness is in his blood just like badness is in mine. And that is why he bleeds me: to purge me. Why he purples my flesh with bruises: to save my soul. Why sometimes his saintly fingers close tight around my neck: to teach me to be good. Like him.
Every night he relives the war. The bedroom is a microcosm in which he is the light forces and I am the dark ones. In there he is great and I am little. He is strong and I am powerless. He is Good and I am Evil.
And doesn't Good always triumph over Evil? He assures me that it does, with fists and noble fury and the fact that I never, ever strike back. I can't fight and be successful, can never expect to defy him and triumph. Because I am too weak, and because he is the hero and the hero. always. wins.
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A/N: Dare I request that you r/r ?
