Fingering You by Crimson Nightmare
Summary: Draco fell off his broomstick because of a curse that was meant to hit Harry. The fall caused him to be temporary blinded and legs paralyzed. Harry felt responsible so he took care of Draco, while remained anonymous. What will happen when Draco regained his eyesight and sees that it's Harry who has been feeding, changing, and bathing him?
Rated: R
Warning: SLASH, m/m, sex - not exactly graphical, a bit of language, you get the idea.......
Declaimer: (Almost forgot......*sweat breaks*) Nope, they're not mine. Too bad, I only get to play and poke and torture and bite at them. *sighs~*
Author's Notes: This has been hard, because CN simply isn't the kind of kid that writes good descriptive stories, moreover, kissys and sappy things are not one of CN's specialties........(sticks "Somebody save me!!" sign on window) Anyways, here's the sappy fluff, things will get hot and violent later, but not in this chapter.
Enjoy ~ ^o^ ~
Chapter 5: Hush a bye.......
Hush a bye
[Surrender...........]
Don't you cry
[In defeat..............]
Go to sleep my little baby
[Don't try to run..........]
When you wake
[Don't try to hide..........]
You shall have
[Don't deny...........]
All the pretty little ponies
[That you are mine..........]
[Oh, yes, sleep, baby.]
[Welcome to my world.]
[The nightmare's world.]
++++++O++++++
A mouse squeaked.
A bird chirped.
Leaves rustled.
A door creaked.
Some footsteps down the hall.
The blindfolded boy sat on the hospital bed in the early morning, listening -- feeling terribly bored.
Being blind and paralyzed - even if it's just temporary, wasn't as easy as Draco Malfoy had thought it would be. First of all, he's been sitting here for the past - god knows how many hours, or could be minutes, he couldn't see the clock. Losing track of time was one thing, but CANNOT tell the time when a clock was just right across you was totally another issue. It's driving him crazy.
Then, there's the problem of Madam Pomfrey's presence - she's never there. How could she not be here? Draco grumbled inwardly. When this is over I'm going to have to have a long talk with Father about this dreaded woman.
He shifted his position, by hand, from leaning on the left side to the right, the upper part of him felt quite numb from not moving for too long, but his legs........his legs couldn't feel a thing. That felt weird. Like he lost a part of him altogether.
"All right!" The boy announced out loud. "That's IT! I have to get up, move, do SOMETHING. Or I'm going to crack~~!"
Reaching out a white hand, he tried to find something to grab onto......What's this? A cushion? No, too narrow, too firm, maybe just another statue. Whatever.
He made sure the object was steady, won't breakdown, and then locked both of his hands on two sides of the firm pole-shaped object and gave a pull. Ah~ he didn't even move an inch. Damn! Okay, harder this time.
Knuckles were turning white, sweat was starting to break; Draco dragged and pulled with all his might, until he finally made it to the edge of the bed, he dropped his head onto the front, flat surface of the object his was holding onto and groaned in exhaustion.
"Congratulations, Draco." A low, amused voice came from somewhere very, very near Draco's face. "Would you like some breakfast now?"
Harry Potter stood, with Draco's head buried in his chest, held a plate of breakfast, and was extremely, extremely amused.
++++++O++++++
"James?!"
"Uh-huh."
"Why didn't you tell me that I was holding onto you?" The blond boy flushed with embarrassment.
Harry chuckled, admiring silently how subtle Draco looked when blushing. "You were so caught up with getting off the bed, so I didn't want to interfere." Then he put down the breakfast plate, and sat on the side of the bed. He watched as Draco sat back, the sharpness and arrogance were not so visible when the silver eyes of the blonde boy were covered up. The taller boy couldn't help but reaching out and lightly brushing his fingertips on Draco's eyelids.
The air seemed to thicken; senses were sharpening. He slid his hand down, pressing the fingertip on the boy's soft cheek, smoothly moved lower and down to draw along the jaw line. Time stopped; he lowered his head, and closed in on the angel on the bed. Lips parted for his welcoming, and a rush of blood blew his mind into pieces. A feathery touch on the lips changed both of their paths forever.
A moment of silence, and the tension was unbearable.
Harry mentally slapped himself to clear up his head a bit, and cleared his throat awkwardly while sitting farther away from Draco.
If there was one thing Draco wanted to say, he would have done it directly mouth to mouth plus a bit of crushing grips on the other boy's shoulder and neck, but, of course, he was very sure that "That" action would lead down to a total destruction - unsure feelings, insecure issues, unpredictable matters, and, the most dangerous one, uncontrollable feelings. His father had once warned him about how these types of emotions can trick one's mind.
They are very, very dangerous.
He needed to get away fast.
"Go away." He whispered against his every bit of will. "Now."
Harry looked at him expressionlessly, and walked away.
The room seemed to have darkened.
++++++O++++++
Do you feel a splitting pain right now?
You are in love.
Tbc..............
^o^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^o^
Author's Notes: I understand your anger and urge to cut me into ribbons and throw me into Pacific Ocean, but let us wait for the two boys, shall we? That way we might have a chance to whip Draco back into Harry's arms.
Oh, the next update will depend on how well you guys do - give me good reviews and I'll update very fast. I need to be pushed or I'll just bury myself back into my precious little nest at night. You get the point.
This chapter is quite short, actually, but I wanted to experience how well "leaving the sensation there" works. For I am not a good descriptive writer - this is like a small experiment of writing emotion-filled chapters, so tell me what I can improve or eliminate, I need constructive criticisms! Well, anything other than my terrible grammar - I don't have a betta reader so forgive CN for the blinding grammar.
Again, you know what to do. (Whispers in reminder: Review! Review!)
Summary: Draco fell off his broomstick because of a curse that was meant to hit Harry. The fall caused him to be temporary blinded and legs paralyzed. Harry felt responsible so he took care of Draco, while remained anonymous. What will happen when Draco regained his eyesight and sees that it's Harry who has been feeding, changing, and bathing him?
Rated: R
Warning: SLASH, m/m, sex - not exactly graphical, a bit of language, you get the idea.......
Declaimer: (Almost forgot......*sweat breaks*) Nope, they're not mine. Too bad, I only get to play and poke and torture and bite at them. *sighs~*
Author's Notes: This has been hard, because CN simply isn't the kind of kid that writes good descriptive stories, moreover, kissys and sappy things are not one of CN's specialties........(sticks "Somebody save me!!" sign on window) Anyways, here's the sappy fluff, things will get hot and violent later, but not in this chapter.
Enjoy ~ ^o^ ~
Chapter 5: Hush a bye.......
Hush a bye
[Surrender...........]
Don't you cry
[In defeat..............]
Go to sleep my little baby
[Don't try to run..........]
When you wake
[Don't try to hide..........]
You shall have
[Don't deny...........]
All the pretty little ponies
[That you are mine..........]
[Oh, yes, sleep, baby.]
[Welcome to my world.]
[The nightmare's world.]
++++++O++++++
A mouse squeaked.
A bird chirped.
Leaves rustled.
A door creaked.
Some footsteps down the hall.
The blindfolded boy sat on the hospital bed in the early morning, listening -- feeling terribly bored.
Being blind and paralyzed - even if it's just temporary, wasn't as easy as Draco Malfoy had thought it would be. First of all, he's been sitting here for the past - god knows how many hours, or could be minutes, he couldn't see the clock. Losing track of time was one thing, but CANNOT tell the time when a clock was just right across you was totally another issue. It's driving him crazy.
Then, there's the problem of Madam Pomfrey's presence - she's never there. How could she not be here? Draco grumbled inwardly. When this is over I'm going to have to have a long talk with Father about this dreaded woman.
He shifted his position, by hand, from leaning on the left side to the right, the upper part of him felt quite numb from not moving for too long, but his legs........his legs couldn't feel a thing. That felt weird. Like he lost a part of him altogether.
"All right!" The boy announced out loud. "That's IT! I have to get up, move, do SOMETHING. Or I'm going to crack~~!"
Reaching out a white hand, he tried to find something to grab onto......What's this? A cushion? No, too narrow, too firm, maybe just another statue. Whatever.
He made sure the object was steady, won't breakdown, and then locked both of his hands on two sides of the firm pole-shaped object and gave a pull. Ah~ he didn't even move an inch. Damn! Okay, harder this time.
Knuckles were turning white, sweat was starting to break; Draco dragged and pulled with all his might, until he finally made it to the edge of the bed, he dropped his head onto the front, flat surface of the object his was holding onto and groaned in exhaustion.
"Congratulations, Draco." A low, amused voice came from somewhere very, very near Draco's face. "Would you like some breakfast now?"
Harry Potter stood, with Draco's head buried in his chest, held a plate of breakfast, and was extremely, extremely amused.
++++++O++++++
"James?!"
"Uh-huh."
"Why didn't you tell me that I was holding onto you?" The blond boy flushed with embarrassment.
Harry chuckled, admiring silently how subtle Draco looked when blushing. "You were so caught up with getting off the bed, so I didn't want to interfere." Then he put down the breakfast plate, and sat on the side of the bed. He watched as Draco sat back, the sharpness and arrogance were not so visible when the silver eyes of the blonde boy were covered up. The taller boy couldn't help but reaching out and lightly brushing his fingertips on Draco's eyelids.
The air seemed to thicken; senses were sharpening. He slid his hand down, pressing the fingertip on the boy's soft cheek, smoothly moved lower and down to draw along the jaw line. Time stopped; he lowered his head, and closed in on the angel on the bed. Lips parted for his welcoming, and a rush of blood blew his mind into pieces. A feathery touch on the lips changed both of their paths forever.
A moment of silence, and the tension was unbearable.
Harry mentally slapped himself to clear up his head a bit, and cleared his throat awkwardly while sitting farther away from Draco.
If there was one thing Draco wanted to say, he would have done it directly mouth to mouth plus a bit of crushing grips on the other boy's shoulder and neck, but, of course, he was very sure that "That" action would lead down to a total destruction - unsure feelings, insecure issues, unpredictable matters, and, the most dangerous one, uncontrollable feelings. His father had once warned him about how these types of emotions can trick one's mind.
They are very, very dangerous.
He needed to get away fast.
"Go away." He whispered against his every bit of will. "Now."
Harry looked at him expressionlessly, and walked away.
The room seemed to have darkened.
++++++O++++++
Do you feel a splitting pain right now?
You are in love.
Tbc..............
^o^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^o^
Author's Notes: I understand your anger and urge to cut me into ribbons and throw me into Pacific Ocean, but let us wait for the two boys, shall we? That way we might have a chance to whip Draco back into Harry's arms.
Oh, the next update will depend on how well you guys do - give me good reviews and I'll update very fast. I need to be pushed or I'll just bury myself back into my precious little nest at night. You get the point.
This chapter is quite short, actually, but I wanted to experience how well "leaving the sensation there" works. For I am not a good descriptive writer - this is like a small experiment of writing emotion-filled chapters, so tell me what I can improve or eliminate, I need constructive criticisms! Well, anything other than my terrible grammar - I don't have a betta reader so forgive CN for the blinding grammar.
Again, you know what to do. (Whispers in reminder: Review! Review!)
