Disclaimer: Not mine, etc. If I did own it, the public would have much more
to worry about than "supernatural themes".
Author's Note: This fanfiction is going to be slash, and involves slashy stuff between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, so if it's not your style, don't read it, for goodness' sakes! May or may not involve, sadism, masochism, sado-masochism, drugs, sex, cutting, torture, blood, violence, etc. Merry reading!
Vici0usRebL: I will try to make it as interesting as possible, thanks for the review BebopsEdward24: thank you for your slightly eccentric encouragement, thanx for reviewing! SuicideKitten: Thank you for your humorous.yet scary review.
Princess-Anime: Thank you for volunteering as beta tester! Draco does, actually, have a reason to stay, thanks for the review! Sorry I didn't send this one to you to test, I thought I had waited to long to upload it.
Ravyn Nyte: I also know a few people who do cut themselves, and that is where I gain my sick inspiration, although I have more friends with slightly more.perverse addictions, which I will also be adding to the story. Hey, I have nothing against them, being in that category myself, I find it fuel for theoretical musings. Draco may turn suicidal, later, after self-betrayal. Thanks for the review!
Meg: I was actually going to get Draco to commit suicide before, but I changed the plot. I get the straight line cuts as being uncreative from a friend, who does all sorts. It has no effect over me if you are a masochist or not, I only write from personal experience. Thanks for the review!
FaeryDracoQueen: thanks, I appreciate the compliment, thanks for the review!
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Draco ran his eyes in a smooth unbroken line around his Common Room, after he had left Harry through the nefarious-seeming portrait. The furnishings in the dark room bordered on the monochromatic, which just how he liked it. It may not have been the most welcoming or warm of places, but it appealed to his sense of style and refinement, a beauty he appreciated.
The deep shade of green that was the only colour plentiful about the Common Room accentuated the black perfectly.
Noticing a new installment in the room, he cast a look of disdain at the leafy Christmas tree, which sat in the corner. The greens did not match, and it just looked so completely out of form..so..declasse that it was ludicrous.
These instinctive observations continued at the back of his mind, perpetual, even though his conscious mind was in chaos. He was, for the first time, about to give a good, long second thought to what he had previously thought to be mere outgrowths of his sexuality.
So, in all honesty (which was not a thing he worked by very often), he was guilty about thinking of Harry. He had thought perhaps that it may have been a fickle moment - or two, which had caused him to surrender to a little daydream at mealtimes where he was very literally all over Harry.
His excuse was that he was a very sexual person, and Harry appealed to him aesthetically, or so he would delude himself was the only reason, in the most sensual way possible. That and the hormones?
He was only human. Wizard, but human. So sue him.
A while ago, perhaps in second Year? Third? He had just been that side of curious - enough to seek answers. Embarrassingly enough, he did. There was a reason for the saying 'ignorance is bliss'. It was.
He was unruffled by the fact that he was a sado-masochist, (according to what sordid, yet reliable information he had access to), he simply mourned what little innocence had fled with the ignorance.
He closed his eyes, ignoring the wan wisps of blonde hair, which, unnoticed, had drifted across his face, rather irritatingly, but he could live with it.
The only real reason he had let Harry bandage his arm was he didn't want to have Harry's hands away form his skin one moment less than necessary.
He speculated a while on why he always chose to make stinging comments at Harry's expense, if, as he supposed, he had begun to like him.
Was gaining pleasure from seeing someone angry and distressed part of being a sadist? He already knew it gave him thrills to see and put his would-be lovers in pain, be it blood, bites, burns, hurt humiliation. Why not add it to the list.
Of course, there was always the other side of the coin. Desiring that sort of gratification for himself was the tricky part. He usually ended up hurting himself. Thinking about it now, it was less of an addiction and more of a.condition. He had addictions, sure, cutting being on the top of his priority list.
He had never imbibed alcohol, never even been in the proximity of drugs, and stayed well away from tobacco. His father had made it ultimately clear that any of those things would most likely end in trauma and being disowned, or some such.
His mother knew that there were addictions just as dangerous, as addictive as that. Things that it would seem so easy to say 'no' to, that are obviously malign. Things that it would take overpowering mastery of will or dedication to break away from, because of one small reason. You don't want to stop.
He opened his eyes. He wanted to retire to bed then and there, but resigned himself to the fact that he had an eloquent reply to draft to his father. A reply to the letter that had been the motive behind decorating his arm so thoroughly to begin with.
A reply that would state his choice not to submit to his fathers wished as yet, and therefore remain in residence at Hogwarts
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Author's Note: This fanfiction is going to be slash, and involves slashy stuff between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, so if it's not your style, don't read it, for goodness' sakes! May or may not involve, sadism, masochism, sado-masochism, drugs, sex, cutting, torture, blood, violence, etc. Merry reading!
Vici0usRebL: I will try to make it as interesting as possible, thanks for the review BebopsEdward24: thank you for your slightly eccentric encouragement, thanx for reviewing! SuicideKitten: Thank you for your humorous.yet scary review.
Princess-Anime: Thank you for volunteering as beta tester! Draco does, actually, have a reason to stay, thanks for the review! Sorry I didn't send this one to you to test, I thought I had waited to long to upload it.
Ravyn Nyte: I also know a few people who do cut themselves, and that is where I gain my sick inspiration, although I have more friends with slightly more.perverse addictions, which I will also be adding to the story. Hey, I have nothing against them, being in that category myself, I find it fuel for theoretical musings. Draco may turn suicidal, later, after self-betrayal. Thanks for the review!
Meg: I was actually going to get Draco to commit suicide before, but I changed the plot. I get the straight line cuts as being uncreative from a friend, who does all sorts. It has no effect over me if you are a masochist or not, I only write from personal experience. Thanks for the review!
FaeryDracoQueen: thanks, I appreciate the compliment, thanks for the review!
~~~~~~'~~, ~~~@
Draco ran his eyes in a smooth unbroken line around his Common Room, after he had left Harry through the nefarious-seeming portrait. The furnishings in the dark room bordered on the monochromatic, which just how he liked it. It may not have been the most welcoming or warm of places, but it appealed to his sense of style and refinement, a beauty he appreciated.
The deep shade of green that was the only colour plentiful about the Common Room accentuated the black perfectly.
Noticing a new installment in the room, he cast a look of disdain at the leafy Christmas tree, which sat in the corner. The greens did not match, and it just looked so completely out of form..so..declasse that it was ludicrous.
These instinctive observations continued at the back of his mind, perpetual, even though his conscious mind was in chaos. He was, for the first time, about to give a good, long second thought to what he had previously thought to be mere outgrowths of his sexuality.
So, in all honesty (which was not a thing he worked by very often), he was guilty about thinking of Harry. He had thought perhaps that it may have been a fickle moment - or two, which had caused him to surrender to a little daydream at mealtimes where he was very literally all over Harry.
His excuse was that he was a very sexual person, and Harry appealed to him aesthetically, or so he would delude himself was the only reason, in the most sensual way possible. That and the hormones?
He was only human. Wizard, but human. So sue him.
A while ago, perhaps in second Year? Third? He had just been that side of curious - enough to seek answers. Embarrassingly enough, he did. There was a reason for the saying 'ignorance is bliss'. It was.
He was unruffled by the fact that he was a sado-masochist, (according to what sordid, yet reliable information he had access to), he simply mourned what little innocence had fled with the ignorance.
He closed his eyes, ignoring the wan wisps of blonde hair, which, unnoticed, had drifted across his face, rather irritatingly, but he could live with it.
The only real reason he had let Harry bandage his arm was he didn't want to have Harry's hands away form his skin one moment less than necessary.
He speculated a while on why he always chose to make stinging comments at Harry's expense, if, as he supposed, he had begun to like him.
Was gaining pleasure from seeing someone angry and distressed part of being a sadist? He already knew it gave him thrills to see and put his would-be lovers in pain, be it blood, bites, burns, hurt humiliation. Why not add it to the list.
Of course, there was always the other side of the coin. Desiring that sort of gratification for himself was the tricky part. He usually ended up hurting himself. Thinking about it now, it was less of an addiction and more of a.condition. He had addictions, sure, cutting being on the top of his priority list.
He had never imbibed alcohol, never even been in the proximity of drugs, and stayed well away from tobacco. His father had made it ultimately clear that any of those things would most likely end in trauma and being disowned, or some such.
His mother knew that there were addictions just as dangerous, as addictive as that. Things that it would seem so easy to say 'no' to, that are obviously malign. Things that it would take overpowering mastery of will or dedication to break away from, because of one small reason. You don't want to stop.
He opened his eyes. He wanted to retire to bed then and there, but resigned himself to the fact that he had an eloquent reply to draft to his father. A reply to the letter that had been the motive behind decorating his arm so thoroughly to begin with.
A reply that would state his choice not to submit to his fathers wished as yet, and therefore remain in residence at Hogwarts
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