an: I got very stuck thinking whether or not this should get an "R" rating. I mean, it contains nothing graphic, no smut or lemon or whatever, and there isn't even any norty behaviour. Many of u readers will understand when I say..."it's all in their minds"
Just norty thoughts and language. So I've decided it's up to you, my wonderful readers. Just tell me if the rating for this needs to be upped and I'll change it.
Thanks guys! BTW: Thanks for the reviews...keep it up! I'm glad u like the story because it's turning out to be one of the most fun D/H fics I've ever written. *grin*
And yes, the truth about Azure, and her shall we say, 'connections' with Harry, will be revealed in later chapters ;)
For now: this chapter is probably best rated as a high PG-13 or 15+ due to some norty content.
You have been warned!! O.o
Malfoy's hands flew over the keys of the piano, a cigarette dangling elegantly from his lips. Harry examined the muggle items the blonde had collected over the years. He gently shook a glass snow dome in his hands, his ears listening to the tinkling melody in the background.
"That one's from France." Only Malfoy could talk so eloquently while managing not to drop the precariously hanging cigarette.
"It's beautiful."
//It's like you. The snow...it's pale and cold and delicate and...okay, now where did that possibly come from?? I swear, if I make it past this month alive, I'm booking myself into an institution.//
"And do you like beautiful things Mr. Potter..." The music had stopped, a hand had come up to snatch the cigarette away. As Harry turned to face him, whispy cigarette-smoke trailed into the air from Malfoy's pursed lips, and he found eyes watching him like a hawk.
"I like things that make my life a nicer place to be. Beauty is a fickle friend, Malfoy."
//Could I ever make your life a nicer place? Could I have filled that spot years ago if it weren't from the insults that hurt you? I'm not going to even rebute these voices in my head because it only makes it worse. I'm past denial.//
Green met grey and the clocks in the room slowed down.
//Father needed therapy. I've decided what I need. It's you, you selfish, egocentric bastard. You're my nicotine patches and chocolate fix and the hate that throbs in my veins.//
//What's going on in that pretty head of his? Fine, are you happy now? You stupid bloody voice-in-my-head. I admitted he's pretty.//
//But I can't tell you, because knowing you, you'd most likely tell me to go and do inapproriate things to a tree and then proceed to flush my head down a toilet, dooming me to eternity with Moaning Myrtle.//
"Say, Potter, care to play a game? We have about an hour before we need to get ready for dinner."
"What kind of game?" There was hesitation evident in Harry's voice.
//The one I'm thinking of isn't exactly hide-and-seek.//
"Twister will do." A box was was brought out from beside the piano and Malfoy held it out to Harry.
//Now I'm alarmed. Twister as in involving arms and legs and said limbs all being twisted into assorted kinky-esque positions? Right. Not in this life Malfoy.//
"Uh...okay, I guess."
//So why did I just agree??//
"Potter, before we start the game, I'd like to request something. And listen up, because a Malfoy doesn't request much."
//Would I mind if we played this completely buff? Of course not Malfoy. Jolly good then, let's just shed the apparel and go for it, eh? AGH! Perhaps I should do a Dobby and repeatedly bash my head and the filthy thoughts in it against a dresser.//
"Would you...well the thing is, that Twister board has been enchanted to where it can be commanded by voice by one of the players so a person wouldn't be required to spin the spinner..."
//Not quite the proposition I had been hoping for.//
"You see how that spinner is shaped like a snake? This board can be commanded using parseltongue."
"You...you want me to use Parseltongue?"
//Drop the parsel.//
"Yes Potter. And perhaps you could call out the...positions, the board gives, in Parseltongue as well?"
"But how can you understand them?"
"Oh, you didn't think you were the only one at Hogwarts with a nimble tongue now did you?" A mischievous grin crossed Malfoy's face. "I too have a gifted tongue, and I've been studying the language since I was at school."
//Is that a flicker of sadness crossing his face? No, it couldn't be. Because why would be sad? But then again, why I should it matter if he's sad or if he's happy or if he's fucking whatever. He's Draco Malfoy, and a month to live or not, damned if I ever admit anything more - even to the little voices in my head.//
"Lucius wouldn't stand to have a son that couldn't speak Parseltongue. Not when Precious Harry The-Sun-Shines-Out-My-Overrated-Arse Potter could speak it."
"My ar- Malfoy that comment is way out of line!"
//At least he didn't notice me call him Precious. Fuck. I'm beginning to slip up, as if being around the bloody prat is like being on an icy surface. Or one covered in butter. Or whipped cream. And silk. And- ah shit. This train of thought better not turn into one of THOSE trains again.//
//And I'll keep pretending that it's all nothing and I don't secretly enjoy every moment his arm brushes mine.//
"Do you want to play or not?"
"Do I get a choice?"
"No."
Harry sighed.
"Then yes, I'll play."
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cookiejarnotes:
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *grins broadly*
next chapter: let their game begin ^_^
Just norty thoughts and language. So I've decided it's up to you, my wonderful readers. Just tell me if the rating for this needs to be upped and I'll change it.
Thanks guys! BTW: Thanks for the reviews...keep it up! I'm glad u like the story because it's turning out to be one of the most fun D/H fics I've ever written. *grin*
And yes, the truth about Azure, and her shall we say, 'connections' with Harry, will be revealed in later chapters ;)
For now: this chapter is probably best rated as a high PG-13 or 15+ due to some norty content.
You have been warned!! O.o
Malfoy's hands flew over the keys of the piano, a cigarette dangling elegantly from his lips. Harry examined the muggle items the blonde had collected over the years. He gently shook a glass snow dome in his hands, his ears listening to the tinkling melody in the background.
"That one's from France." Only Malfoy could talk so eloquently while managing not to drop the precariously hanging cigarette.
"It's beautiful."
//It's like you. The snow...it's pale and cold and delicate and...okay, now where did that possibly come from?? I swear, if I make it past this month alive, I'm booking myself into an institution.//
"And do you like beautiful things Mr. Potter..." The music had stopped, a hand had come up to snatch the cigarette away. As Harry turned to face him, whispy cigarette-smoke trailed into the air from Malfoy's pursed lips, and he found eyes watching him like a hawk.
"I like things that make my life a nicer place to be. Beauty is a fickle friend, Malfoy."
//Could I ever make your life a nicer place? Could I have filled that spot years ago if it weren't from the insults that hurt you? I'm not going to even rebute these voices in my head because it only makes it worse. I'm past denial.//
Green met grey and the clocks in the room slowed down.
//Father needed therapy. I've decided what I need. It's you, you selfish, egocentric bastard. You're my nicotine patches and chocolate fix and the hate that throbs in my veins.//
//What's going on in that pretty head of his? Fine, are you happy now? You stupid bloody voice-in-my-head. I admitted he's pretty.//
//But I can't tell you, because knowing you, you'd most likely tell me to go and do inapproriate things to a tree and then proceed to flush my head down a toilet, dooming me to eternity with Moaning Myrtle.//
"Say, Potter, care to play a game? We have about an hour before we need to get ready for dinner."
"What kind of game?" There was hesitation evident in Harry's voice.
//The one I'm thinking of isn't exactly hide-and-seek.//
"Twister will do." A box was was brought out from beside the piano and Malfoy held it out to Harry.
//Now I'm alarmed. Twister as in involving arms and legs and said limbs all being twisted into assorted kinky-esque positions? Right. Not in this life Malfoy.//
"Uh...okay, I guess."
//So why did I just agree??//
"Potter, before we start the game, I'd like to request something. And listen up, because a Malfoy doesn't request much."
//Would I mind if we played this completely buff? Of course not Malfoy. Jolly good then, let's just shed the apparel and go for it, eh? AGH! Perhaps I should do a Dobby and repeatedly bash my head and the filthy thoughts in it against a dresser.//
"Would you...well the thing is, that Twister board has been enchanted to where it can be commanded by voice by one of the players so a person wouldn't be required to spin the spinner..."
//Not quite the proposition I had been hoping for.//
"You see how that spinner is shaped like a snake? This board can be commanded using parseltongue."
"You...you want me to use Parseltongue?"
//Drop the parsel.//
"Yes Potter. And perhaps you could call out the...positions, the board gives, in Parseltongue as well?"
"But how can you understand them?"
"Oh, you didn't think you were the only one at Hogwarts with a nimble tongue now did you?" A mischievous grin crossed Malfoy's face. "I too have a gifted tongue, and I've been studying the language since I was at school."
//Is that a flicker of sadness crossing his face? No, it couldn't be. Because why would be sad? But then again, why I should it matter if he's sad or if he's happy or if he's fucking whatever. He's Draco Malfoy, and a month to live or not, damned if I ever admit anything more - even to the little voices in my head.//
"Lucius wouldn't stand to have a son that couldn't speak Parseltongue. Not when Precious Harry The-Sun-Shines-Out-My-Overrated-Arse Potter could speak it."
"My ar- Malfoy that comment is way out of line!"
//At least he didn't notice me call him Precious. Fuck. I'm beginning to slip up, as if being around the bloody prat is like being on an icy surface. Or one covered in butter. Or whipped cream. And silk. And- ah shit. This train of thought better not turn into one of THOSE trains again.//
//And I'll keep pretending that it's all nothing and I don't secretly enjoy every moment his arm brushes mine.//
"Do you want to play or not?"
"Do I get a choice?"
"No."
Harry sighed.
"Then yes, I'll play."
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cookiejarnotes:
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *grins broadly*
next chapter: let their game begin ^_^