Chapter 8: In the Spiral of Anguish
by Vahn Thorren and Redhawk
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Disclaimers: *sits and glares*
Notes: Me and Red both agree this was the most difficult chapter, girl sex...er. I don't think any of you were expecting this. Stupid emotionally dellusional Draco had to go be his father's son. sonfabitch Luicius. well this is where the spinning stops, sorry (wonders why they just can't let them be happy.)
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Her name was Lisa. Lisa Turpin, to be more accurate.
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"Well well, someone's eag-" I shut her up, pushing her face in to my lap, shoving my cock between her painted lips.
"Shut the fuck up" I buck my hips, she swallows me, inhales me. Absolutely brilliant. Draco Malfoy is no fag. I pull her head from my crotch, fingers threaded, deeply invested, in Lisa's auburn tresses, though seeing only unruly black locks. I angle her neck, devouring the flesh. My tongue sliding past those lips, tinted so heavily I almost choke. Doesn't matter. I don't stop, she moans as I slip a finger into the mouth of the beast she cages between her legs. I'm not a fag. I'm not a fag. She loves me. I tear that barely existent bra of hers off he back, tossing it on to my near by desk.
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The only thing I can say in my defense is that she had fantastic tits. Or so everyone said. I could never really say.
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My hand circles a nipple, digging my nails into it. She cries out, filling me with a sick sort of satisfaction. I am no ass fucking queer. Thrusting my fingers deep inside her, drawing them out and licking her juices off despite the tremor of revoltion I feel as I do so. What am I doing? His voice rips through my head "Faggot, useless waste of my seed. If I ever find you involved in this filth again you'll get worse than a beating" I bite down hard on my finger, blood rushing out and dripping onto my stomach. I force a smile of satisfaction as she cleans the blood off, then lean down to kiss her, smearing my own lips red with both her lipstick and my own claret stains. I position myself above her, my mouth dropping down to one of her hard nipples sucking hard as I thrust into her, above her, ruling her, controlling her "You are Draco Malfoy. My son. You will amount to greatness. Even if I must beat it in to you." As I climax I feel tears pricking my eyes. Did I make you proud, father? Do you love me now? I resign myself, let her perfect flesh rearrange itself. Distorting itself in his image. Countless lacerations, all I see is him. She wraps him around herself, a coat, a covering. What am I doing?
And on que, the twisted, vicious fates unleashed their fury on me for my idiocy. I saw him, bracing himself against the door frame. I saw Harry, his eyes filling with unshed tears. He opens his mouth to speak when he sees me looking back at him, no words come out. He turns and runs.
Fuck.
I jump, running after him in a few moments, dressing myself as I sprint after him. He'd always been faster. I catch up quickly though, pushing him in to the nearest empty room.
"You were, I- you bastard!" He backs away from, his anger almost keeping his tears at bay. He's breathing hard as he would had I punched him in the stomach. I have in a sense.
"I-it's not-I've been such a fo-"
"Shut up! Shut up" SHUT UP! This ploy of yours or whatever this is, is over!" He gestures at the space between us. Harry moves towards the door.
"Harry please sto-"
"Don't touch me."
"You don't understand, I-" more stupid selfish tears.
"If you ever touch me again I swear I'll kill you," He succeeds in shoving me aside, opening the door, all of which happened in one clean swipe.
"Harry..." He stops, looking over his shoulder.
"You didn't mean to hurt me?" his voice shaking "I don't think they ever do." He turns around, "I'm such a fool aren't I?" He chuckles, it doesn't stop the sobs, cracking his voice and his chance to leave with dignity. "To think someone like you could ever love me, let alone look at something as hideous as me." he shakes his head at that, looking me straight in the eye. I'm prone, speechless and paralyzed. My tongue cut out by his words. He just stands there, and cries slowly. I can't meet his gaze. He turns once more, and takes a few, unsteady, unsure steps before bracing himself against a wall. A sharp cry breaching his final attempt to leave with any sort of poise. He just keeps walking. And I stand here and bathe myself in my mistakes, and of course, more stupid tears. More stupid selfish tears for myself and my regrets. Something new here, it's the knowledge, I truly have lost something. And it is for once, all my fault.
I can't cry for myself now. All these things, fathers voices, Harry's eyes and the watchful switch blade, patient in the negative space of the imagery, the ground beneath me eats it all up.
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by Vahn Thorren and Redhawk
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Disclaimers: *sits and glares*
Notes: Me and Red both agree this was the most difficult chapter, girl sex...er. I don't think any of you were expecting this. Stupid emotionally dellusional Draco had to go be his father's son. sonfabitch Luicius. well this is where the spinning stops, sorry (wonders why they just can't let them be happy.)
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Her name was Lisa. Lisa Turpin, to be more accurate.
* * *
"Well well, someone's eag-" I shut her up, pushing her face in to my lap, shoving my cock between her painted lips.
"Shut the fuck up" I buck my hips, she swallows me, inhales me. Absolutely brilliant. Draco Malfoy is no fag. I pull her head from my crotch, fingers threaded, deeply invested, in Lisa's auburn tresses, though seeing only unruly black locks. I angle her neck, devouring the flesh. My tongue sliding past those lips, tinted so heavily I almost choke. Doesn't matter. I don't stop, she moans as I slip a finger into the mouth of the beast she cages between her legs. I'm not a fag. I'm not a fag. She loves me. I tear that barely existent bra of hers off he back, tossing it on to my near by desk.
* * *
The only thing I can say in my defense is that she had fantastic tits. Or so everyone said. I could never really say.
* * *
My hand circles a nipple, digging my nails into it. She cries out, filling me with a sick sort of satisfaction. I am no ass fucking queer. Thrusting my fingers deep inside her, drawing them out and licking her juices off despite the tremor of revoltion I feel as I do so. What am I doing? His voice rips through my head "Faggot, useless waste of my seed. If I ever find you involved in this filth again you'll get worse than a beating" I bite down hard on my finger, blood rushing out and dripping onto my stomach. I force a smile of satisfaction as she cleans the blood off, then lean down to kiss her, smearing my own lips red with both her lipstick and my own claret stains. I position myself above her, my mouth dropping down to one of her hard nipples sucking hard as I thrust into her, above her, ruling her, controlling her "You are Draco Malfoy. My son. You will amount to greatness. Even if I must beat it in to you." As I climax I feel tears pricking my eyes. Did I make you proud, father? Do you love me now? I resign myself, let her perfect flesh rearrange itself. Distorting itself in his image. Countless lacerations, all I see is him. She wraps him around herself, a coat, a covering. What am I doing?
And on que, the twisted, vicious fates unleashed their fury on me for my idiocy. I saw him, bracing himself against the door frame. I saw Harry, his eyes filling with unshed tears. He opens his mouth to speak when he sees me looking back at him, no words come out. He turns and runs.
Fuck.
I jump, running after him in a few moments, dressing myself as I sprint after him. He'd always been faster. I catch up quickly though, pushing him in to the nearest empty room.
"You were, I- you bastard!" He backs away from, his anger almost keeping his tears at bay. He's breathing hard as he would had I punched him in the stomach. I have in a sense.
"I-it's not-I've been such a fo-"
"Shut up! Shut up" SHUT UP! This ploy of yours or whatever this is, is over!" He gestures at the space between us. Harry moves towards the door.
"Harry please sto-"
"Don't touch me."
"You don't understand, I-" more stupid selfish tears.
"If you ever touch me again I swear I'll kill you," He succeeds in shoving me aside, opening the door, all of which happened in one clean swipe.
"Harry..." He stops, looking over his shoulder.
"You didn't mean to hurt me?" his voice shaking "I don't think they ever do." He turns around, "I'm such a fool aren't I?" He chuckles, it doesn't stop the sobs, cracking his voice and his chance to leave with dignity. "To think someone like you could ever love me, let alone look at something as hideous as me." he shakes his head at that, looking me straight in the eye. I'm prone, speechless and paralyzed. My tongue cut out by his words. He just stands there, and cries slowly. I can't meet his gaze. He turns once more, and takes a few, unsteady, unsure steps before bracing himself against a wall. A sharp cry breaching his final attempt to leave with any sort of poise. He just keeps walking. And I stand here and bathe myself in my mistakes, and of course, more stupid tears. More stupid selfish tears for myself and my regrets. Something new here, it's the knowledge, I truly have lost something. And it is for once, all my fault.
I can't cry for myself now. All these things, fathers voices, Harry's eyes and the watchful switch blade, patient in the negative space of the imagery, the ground beneath me eats it all up.
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