'Show yourself!'
Jekyll asks politely for the correct magic words.
Dani likes to add that if you're an anti-slasher, you're better off searching for an G-rated fic.
Then Jekyll must add that Draco and Harry pairings rule SUPREME!
Dani agrees full-heartedly.
Jekyll wishes to know the magic words now.
'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.'
The creatures Dani & Jekyll
Creators of bloodsickles, slash and fanfiction
Present with a lot of pride
THE PHOTO
Chapter 1
Summery:
Blaise blackmails Draco with some quite convincing evidence, concerning Hogwarts' Golden Boy, and forces him to go down on his knees. Will Draco obey or stand his ground… and let the whole school know about his little secret. D/H Slash.
It was night. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin by heart and blood, crouched down in a corner of the hall and blended in with the shadows around him. He moved his head slowly and calculated, as he checked if there was anyone around.
All clear thought he and slowly got up. He still had to be careful, though, as he could run into a ghost at any time. The black clothes he was wearing were not of any use either, since his platinum blond hair glimmered in the torchlight every time he moved his head. He took a deep breath and slid closely to the wall to the end of the hall, where it hung:
The Announcements Board.
It covered half the wall and was piled up with articles about the latest Quidditch games, assignments from teachers, notes from the Head boy and girl and the normal amount of useless papers. And there in the center of the board hung the photo. It was glued onto a dark green sheet. The photo was titled 'Emerald'.
It showed a boy slouched against a wall, wearing nothing but a pair of black jeans. His arms were folded across his chest and he was looking out of the window, his head turned to one side. The maker of the photo had clearly experimented with the light and shades. Large dark shadows covered parts of the ground and wall. Half the body of the boy and the hollows of his cheeks and neck were in deep shadows, only adding to the atmosphere of loneliness and longing. The boy in the photo would occasionally unfold his arms and put his hands in his pockets. Or he would turn his head towards the camera and offer a sad sweet smile, but not more than that. The photo was absolutely stunning.
Draco stared intensely at the boy's face, as it turned towards him. The boy's skin is so pale, or is that the work of the photographer? His black hair hung in dark locks around his face and covered his forehead, till he tilted his head a bit to the side and the locks fell away to reveal the lightening bolt shaped scar. Of the whole photo, only one thing had color. His eyes, thought Draco, mesmerized by them. He felt caught in them and thought that if he didn't look away soon he would be pulled in, lost in them forever.
The rest of the photo was black, white or different shades of gray, but the boy's eyes where green. They were as green as two sparkling emeralds in a dark sea of blacks and grays. To Draco it seemed that the two fiercely glistering green orbs held the secrets of the world. Might as well be the Universe, thought Draco bitterly. He reached over to the photo and ripped it off the wall. He stared down at the piece of paper in his hands and felt a bit reluctant about really taking the picture with him. On the other hand, if he left it, then all of Hogwarts could dwell on it for some months more. He smirked and turned around... to be blinded by a flash.
'Mischief managed.'