Transcending the Bullshit, Chapter 20
By Goddess JacquesPierre
Disclaimer: Wouldn't it be great if I could STEAL them? I mean, steal Harry and Draco and the whole series? I mean, I'd be a whole lot richer than I am now... that could be awesome. I just read "Interesting Times" by Terry Pratchett-- he's an amazing author-- which is about Ghenghiz Cohen the Barbarian stealing an empire... which is a tangent, and completely unrelated, but in any event, stealing things implies not already owning them-- it's sort of a given-- and I don't own Harry or any of his cohorts. I'm sorry. And I don't own any of the Terry Pratchett characters either-- though they aren't precisely prone to fanfiction.
Rating: R
Warnings: Frequent shift of format, possibly shifting POV, slash, angst, masochism, now drug use/abuse, I s'pose. Did I leave out language? There's a lot of it, cause it's a text document.
"OK, good, at least you aren't some type of sadistic... sadist."
"No, I am some type of sadistic sadist. Just not that type."
***
Draco dragged Harry back to their room and blindfolded him, laughing in the sort of way that would make any sane person run away and hide. The word that comes to mind would be 'cackle'. Fortunately for them, the natural state of the human being is insanity, and instead of being frightened, Harry found himself turned on, most of the reason concerning the idea of Draco in general, or specifically, the idea of Draco doing things that would involve that sort of laughter, hopefully without any sort of mind-altering . There were words, too, among the laughter-- words like 'now, THIS is going to be something to take pictures of' and 'I'm going to PROVE that drugs are completely unnecessary to enjoy oneself'.
Harry was enjoying the anticipation very much indeed. He spent an uneventful few minutes listening to Draco laugh and mutter about condensed milk, chocolate, and matches.
Then the blindfold came off. There was some brown goop in a saucepan above a small ring of flames on a small three-legged stand on the sideboard. Harry blinked a few times. "What is that, exactly?"
Draco sighed. "It's chocolate fondue, love," he told Harry, sucessfully managing to eliminate most of the condescending tone from his voice.
"Fondue?"
"Look, it's chocolate, and it's liquid, and it tastes good! What more do you need to know?" Draco said, slightly hysterical. He supposed that he had so many advantages-- mostly in the form of his stunning good looks-- that little quirks, like being easily upset, were only to be expected.
Harry nodded slowly. "Sounds good to me."
***
Voldemort sat upon his throne, eying the hooded Death Eater before him. "Is this true, Wormtail? The son of one of my Death eaters has turned out to be..." He paused for a moment before sharing the word, spitting it out with more force and disgust than he had spat out anything before. "Queer?"
"It is, my lord. I am sorry."
The Dark Lord sneered. "Don't be sorry. You are one of my servants, and a servant of Lord Voldemort is never sorry. Now go and fetch the father of the abomination, and also my informant."
Wormtail kowtowed in front of the man with red eyes. "My lord, it shall be as you wish."
The eyes narrowed. "What are you waiting for, fool! Away!"
Wormtail scuttled out of the room hurriedly before his master could curse him.
***
Lucius was not at the Malfoy Manor. Wormtail looked through the fireplace and found his quarry in the potions dungeon, half-naked with the Potions Master and a near-Squib Gryffindor. It was apparent, let us say, that they were not, in fact, playing Strip Exploding Snap. He sneered, and motioning with the silver
hand that was a gift from his leige, transported them in front of his master. Using the same fireplace, he contacted Pansy, who rushed out of the building quickly and off the grounds to Apparate to the Riddle mansion.
***
When Wormtail returned, Voldemort was shaking with high-pitched laughter. "You fathered an atrocity, Lucius. You shall be punished."
"My lord, he is not my son!"
"What is he, then? Would you care to tell me?"
"He was a Muggle-born child. I took him in because he was beautiful, and that sort of beauty deserves to be broken. Muggles are not worthy of it."
"You adopted him as a plaything? A toy, while I was not in power?"
"Yes, my lord."
"And you did not spend your energy helping me back to power? Surely, Lucius, you would know better than that?" There was something about the way Voldemort pronounced the name that made the eldest Malfoy brace himself for pain.
"I apologise, my lord. I was not thinking, my lord."
"Clearly you weren't!" Another round of the chilling laughter erupted from the one known popularly as You-Know-Who. "And you allowed him school when power manifested... you are a fool, Lucius Malfoy, and you shall reap the rewards of a fool. Crucio!"
The usually refined Malfoy collapsed onto the floor, writhing silently. The force behind the curse was the most he had ever felt. He was blinded by the pain, shattered into so many pieces that he could not scream.
"And what of your two companions?" Voldemort sneered. "Apparently this despicable behaviour runs in the family, Lucius. Consorting with a student and a teacher under Dumbledore? Disgusting."
Snape swept Neville behind him, and with a sharp flick of his wand transported him just in front of the gates of Hogwart's. Neville, quivering, ran inside and up to see the Headmaster.
"Do not touch the boy, Tom," Snape spat, rather more effectively. "You now know my true allegience, but you do not know my true power."
The Dark Lord sneered. "You've cracked. Crucio."
The spell bounced off and hit Wormtail, who collapsed, screeching in agony.
"Do you see now? Do you see what I have become? You will not touch me. You will not touch my students. What you do with Mr. Malfoy here is your descision. But you have enjoyed the last of my company." The Potions Master moved to Disapparate. Before he flickered off to the gates of Hogwart's, a booted foot lashed out and broke his leg.
Voldemort sneered. "You are not invincible. No one is. You will fall, and wish you had never shown me your true colours. Now go, knowing it is only a matter of time before I come and destroy you and all those you find precious.
Snape Disapparated with the Dark Lord's words echoing in his head.
***
Dumbledore walked into Harry and Draco's bedroom.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, if you would please join me in my office dire...." His voice trailed off when he noticed where the occupants of the room actually were.
Harry was covered, between chocolate, Draco, and an intense blush that burned from his hairline to his clavicles. Draco was facing the other way. Deliberately facing the other way.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Excuse me. You shall make yourselves presentable, and you shall be in my office within a half hour. The password is sugar plum. Speed would be expedient."
He hastily left, leaving one very embarrased couple or two mortified boys, depending on how you look at things. Or both.
***
A/N: So, what does everyone want to see in this fic? Remember when, last chapter, I said I was STUCK? Well, I need INPUT to break the slight block I'm having-- remember, reviews feed the muse-- and input informing me I'm not blocked doesn't help. Thanks so much for the sweet comments, all of you two who reviewed the last chapter.
IE:
Do you want to find out what exactly Snape, Neville, and Lucius are really doing?
Do you want me to kill off a couple characters?
Do you want me to forego the subtle approach and put a big red "REVIEW PLEASE" sign on the bottom of the fic (it seems to work, and it does make me feel wanted)?
Do you want to have an extended debate concerning whether the damn button at the bottom of the page is blue or purple?
Do you want me to shut up and construct my own ideas in the peace of my own mind (which isn't exactly peaceful at all)?
Or... and this has crossed my mind, several times... would it be all right if I go back and rewrite the whole thing, well, at least edit it some? Remove the typos, get myself reaquainted with the plot (what little there is of it), and work it all into better, more cohesive, and LONGER, MORE DETAILED (hint, hint) chapters? What do you all think?
Sorry this was such a short chapter.
By Goddess JacquesPierre
Disclaimer: Wouldn't it be great if I could STEAL them? I mean, steal Harry and Draco and the whole series? I mean, I'd be a whole lot richer than I am now... that could be awesome. I just read "Interesting Times" by Terry Pratchett-- he's an amazing author-- which is about Ghenghiz Cohen the Barbarian stealing an empire... which is a tangent, and completely unrelated, but in any event, stealing things implies not already owning them-- it's sort of a given-- and I don't own Harry or any of his cohorts. I'm sorry. And I don't own any of the Terry Pratchett characters either-- though they aren't precisely prone to fanfiction.
Rating: R
Warnings: Frequent shift of format, possibly shifting POV, slash, angst, masochism, now drug use/abuse, I s'pose. Did I leave out language? There's a lot of it, cause it's a text document.
"OK, good, at least you aren't some type of sadistic... sadist."
"No, I am some type of sadistic sadist. Just not that type."
***
Draco dragged Harry back to their room and blindfolded him, laughing in the sort of way that would make any sane person run away and hide. The word that comes to mind would be 'cackle'. Fortunately for them, the natural state of the human being is insanity, and instead of being frightened, Harry found himself turned on, most of the reason concerning the idea of Draco in general, or specifically, the idea of Draco doing things that would involve that sort of laughter, hopefully without any sort of mind-altering . There were words, too, among the laughter-- words like 'now, THIS is going to be something to take pictures of' and 'I'm going to PROVE that drugs are completely unnecessary to enjoy oneself'.
Harry was enjoying the anticipation very much indeed. He spent an uneventful few minutes listening to Draco laugh and mutter about condensed milk, chocolate, and matches.
Then the blindfold came off. There was some brown goop in a saucepan above a small ring of flames on a small three-legged stand on the sideboard. Harry blinked a few times. "What is that, exactly?"
Draco sighed. "It's chocolate fondue, love," he told Harry, sucessfully managing to eliminate most of the condescending tone from his voice.
"Fondue?"
"Look, it's chocolate, and it's liquid, and it tastes good! What more do you need to know?" Draco said, slightly hysterical. He supposed that he had so many advantages-- mostly in the form of his stunning good looks-- that little quirks, like being easily upset, were only to be expected.
Harry nodded slowly. "Sounds good to me."
***
Voldemort sat upon his throne, eying the hooded Death Eater before him. "Is this true, Wormtail? The son of one of my Death eaters has turned out to be..." He paused for a moment before sharing the word, spitting it out with more force and disgust than he had spat out anything before. "Queer?"
"It is, my lord. I am sorry."
The Dark Lord sneered. "Don't be sorry. You are one of my servants, and a servant of Lord Voldemort is never sorry. Now go and fetch the father of the abomination, and also my informant."
Wormtail kowtowed in front of the man with red eyes. "My lord, it shall be as you wish."
The eyes narrowed. "What are you waiting for, fool! Away!"
Wormtail scuttled out of the room hurriedly before his master could curse him.
***
Lucius was not at the Malfoy Manor. Wormtail looked through the fireplace and found his quarry in the potions dungeon, half-naked with the Potions Master and a near-Squib Gryffindor. It was apparent, let us say, that they were not, in fact, playing Strip Exploding Snap. He sneered, and motioning with the silver
hand that was a gift from his leige, transported them in front of his master. Using the same fireplace, he contacted Pansy, who rushed out of the building quickly and off the grounds to Apparate to the Riddle mansion.
***
When Wormtail returned, Voldemort was shaking with high-pitched laughter. "You fathered an atrocity, Lucius. You shall be punished."
"My lord, he is not my son!"
"What is he, then? Would you care to tell me?"
"He was a Muggle-born child. I took him in because he was beautiful, and that sort of beauty deserves to be broken. Muggles are not worthy of it."
"You adopted him as a plaything? A toy, while I was not in power?"
"Yes, my lord."
"And you did not spend your energy helping me back to power? Surely, Lucius, you would know better than that?" There was something about the way Voldemort pronounced the name that made the eldest Malfoy brace himself for pain.
"I apologise, my lord. I was not thinking, my lord."
"Clearly you weren't!" Another round of the chilling laughter erupted from the one known popularly as You-Know-Who. "And you allowed him school when power manifested... you are a fool, Lucius Malfoy, and you shall reap the rewards of a fool. Crucio!"
The usually refined Malfoy collapsed onto the floor, writhing silently. The force behind the curse was the most he had ever felt. He was blinded by the pain, shattered into so many pieces that he could not scream.
"And what of your two companions?" Voldemort sneered. "Apparently this despicable behaviour runs in the family, Lucius. Consorting with a student and a teacher under Dumbledore? Disgusting."
Snape swept Neville behind him, and with a sharp flick of his wand transported him just in front of the gates of Hogwart's. Neville, quivering, ran inside and up to see the Headmaster.
"Do not touch the boy, Tom," Snape spat, rather more effectively. "You now know my true allegience, but you do not know my true power."
The Dark Lord sneered. "You've cracked. Crucio."
The spell bounced off and hit Wormtail, who collapsed, screeching in agony.
"Do you see now? Do you see what I have become? You will not touch me. You will not touch my students. What you do with Mr. Malfoy here is your descision. But you have enjoyed the last of my company." The Potions Master moved to Disapparate. Before he flickered off to the gates of Hogwart's, a booted foot lashed out and broke his leg.
Voldemort sneered. "You are not invincible. No one is. You will fall, and wish you had never shown me your true colours. Now go, knowing it is only a matter of time before I come and destroy you and all those you find precious.
Snape Disapparated with the Dark Lord's words echoing in his head.
***
Dumbledore walked into Harry and Draco's bedroom.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, if you would please join me in my office dire...." His voice trailed off when he noticed where the occupants of the room actually were.
Harry was covered, between chocolate, Draco, and an intense blush that burned from his hairline to his clavicles. Draco was facing the other way. Deliberately facing the other way.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Excuse me. You shall make yourselves presentable, and you shall be in my office within a half hour. The password is sugar plum. Speed would be expedient."
He hastily left, leaving one very embarrased couple or two mortified boys, depending on how you look at things. Or both.
***
A/N: So, what does everyone want to see in this fic? Remember when, last chapter, I said I was STUCK? Well, I need INPUT to break the slight block I'm having-- remember, reviews feed the muse-- and input informing me I'm not blocked doesn't help. Thanks so much for the sweet comments, all of you two who reviewed the last chapter.
IE:
Do you want to find out what exactly Snape, Neville, and Lucius are really doing?
Do you want me to kill off a couple characters?
Do you want me to forego the subtle approach and put a big red "REVIEW PLEASE" sign on the bottom of the fic (it seems to work, and it does make me feel wanted)?
Do you want to have an extended debate concerning whether the damn button at the bottom of the page is blue or purple?
Do you want me to shut up and construct my own ideas in the peace of my own mind (which isn't exactly peaceful at all)?
Or... and this has crossed my mind, several times... would it be all right if I go back and rewrite the whole thing, well, at least edit it some? Remove the typos, get myself reaquainted with the plot (what little there is of it), and work it all into better, more cohesive, and LONGER, MORE DETAILED (hint, hint) chapters? What do you all think?
Sorry this was such a short chapter.