Disclaimer: Not mine, etc. The books have 'J.K Rowling' on them, not my
name.
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!
FaeryDracoQueen: thank you for your continuing reviews! Sorry, no big SM yet, awww..blood..not yet, the end of the chapter is all right though, after mundane affairs are over with.
Princess-Anime : thank you for your graceful reply, but I am reverting to my old chapter writing style, I only changed it for Draco's pov, to outline his style. You didn't beta back, so I decided to post this chapter after a week and a half, so yeah, later if you have anything to add, please say and I will change the chapter. Thnx 4 da review!
snugglepot and cuddlepie: This story will be as long as I could possibly make it, and the current chapter is as long as I could possibly stretch it too ;) thanks for the review!
BebopsEdward24:lol, thanks for reminding me about Ginny, she'll appear in this chapter, thanks for the review!
A/N the next person who reviews please tell me what rn rn is!!!!!!!!!!
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Harry laughed, amused at Ron's indignation that Ginny had found a new boyfriend. The letter Hedwig had brought was just dripping with outrage, bordering on scandal. This may have been due to the fact that, apparently, Mrs. Weasley approved of the boy. "A nice young gentleman, with manners, which is more than I can say for you, young man!" quoted Ron.
The day had begun smoothly, and, so far, things looked to be only getting better. Hedwig had arrived with mail at breakfast, before nipping Harry on the finger, as if to voice its righteous indignation at being sent back into the wintry day.
He was occupying that nice armchair by the fire again, its gentle radiance illuminating the rather dim room; the weather had turned stormy, and outside thunderous clouds had gathered, blocking off much of the sunlight.
Rain coursed its winding path down the window to the left of Harry. At the moment, Harry was holding a poised quill to write a reply to Ron and Hermione (who also happened to agree with Ginny's new choice of suitor), while balancing a mug of steaming hot chocolate on his knee. He kept it leveled it with his free hand, it being slightly hot to the touch for extended lengths of time.
He decided that perhaps it would not be wise to send Hedwig out with the letters today, and thought Hedwig might need a few days' rest in any case. He put the letters beside his bed, and wondered what he could do. For the moment, he contented himself with going out through the portrait and wandering aimlessly through the corridors.
He had the faint idea that he would give the library a visit, and ended up - lost. He looked around, and realised wherever he had gone, he had absolutely no recollection of it. The only thing could work out about this place was that he was closer to the astronomy tower that the dungeons.
He based this on the fact that he hadn't gone down any stairs and that even his subconscious wouldn't take him to the dungeons. So - he was lost.
He wandered along, hoping he'd find some statue or something that would lead him to a place he knew. The corridor was narrow and frosty, as if forgotten by Professor Flitwick's heating charm. It gave him a shiver up his spine, not completely due to the cold, either.
As he went on, he began to feel an intuitive tug from his senses, something you could never quite place a finger on. A mysterious foreboding crept up, and the corridor was an inky black, even with the torches along the corridor, and led him - to a dead end.
Mystified, Harry turned to walk back along the corridor, but noticed a dusty tome behind him. He was sure that it had not previously been there, or he would definitely have tripped over it. The book was large, with an even layer of dust that had settled over it, making it seem as if it had been there for a century.
Curiosity had killed the cat, and at this rate, it would kill him, too. He picked the book up and flipped through it. It looked rather like a B-grade muggle horror novel, except the photographs moved, to reveal what looked rather like a cross between an imp, and a shark. As he watched, it devoured a man's arm as he screamed.
Harry snapped the book shut, and was willing to bet Hermione had never read one of these. He decided he would show her when she and Ron returned to school after the holidays. He walked backwards and found that as he walked straight ahead, he finally began to recollect passing portraits, and soon ended back in the Gryffindor Common Room
He slept fitfully that night, and tossing and turning in the thrall of many a nightmare.
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Christmas crept up like a shadow looming ahead, slowly but surely encompassing the school. There were Christmas cards to be sent, presents to be bought, gift tags to put names on, and greetings to be wished. With only a day left to Christmas, the air tingled with the expected joy and surprise the next day would bestow upon all under its spell.
Harry watched the day drift by, and took his Firebolt out in the clearing weather, an unexpected blue shade in the widespread sky, a few smatterings of wispy cloud, and the bright glare of the sun reflected off of ivory snow.
There was none of the keen anticipation today, nothing to search for, and find. The unending quest for something had been set away for now, leaving only a comfortable solitude. Without hesitation he took of with the merest second, and took to the skies, aware of his open smile. As he began to set down, he glanced at the roof. Nothing. He had doubted that he would find a bloodied Mr. Malfoy on the roof today, but had felt inexorably drawn to check anyway. He had been slightly disappointed of the other boy's absence. Strange, but he never took notice.
He set down for lunch, and was greeted by Hedwig, who gave him two small parcels. The first one he opened began to play jingle bells like a foghorn; just as loud, and seemed to have a small fault; it didn't stop.
Enclosed was a letter saying 'Merry Christmas' from Ron. He winced. It almost made him not want to open Hermione's package. It was a simple card and he sighed, enclosed was only an odd looking box. He read her letter and discovered the box was the newest invention from Fred and George's new shop.
The letter went on in a reprimanding tone to give a list of reasons as to why Harry should stop them from selling it, first and foremost it being highly dangerous.
He sighed and sent Hedwig off with his pre-written Christmas Greetings, before setting himself down in the Gryffindor Common Room to figure out exactly what was so hazardous about the small, brightly coloured box.
That night, after dinner, Harry was feeling satiated and was walking out, as he contemplated going to finish his last piece of homework; a four foot essay on the entrancing abilities of a two-footed mudwump.
He stopped dead as he spied Draco Malfoy in the corner.
"Kept me waiting," said Draco with an illustrious sweep of his hand, "and it was beginning to get cold."
"And why where you waiting?" asked Harry cautiously.
Without the slightest notice or response, Draco slammed Harry to the wall. The wall behind him was cold, and his vision became hazy for a moment. A moment was all Draco needed.
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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!
FaeryDracoQueen: thank you for your continuing reviews! Sorry, no big SM yet, awww..blood..not yet, the end of the chapter is all right though, after mundane affairs are over with.
Princess-Anime : thank you for your graceful reply, but I am reverting to my old chapter writing style, I only changed it for Draco's pov, to outline his style. You didn't beta back, so I decided to post this chapter after a week and a half, so yeah, later if you have anything to add, please say and I will change the chapter. Thnx 4 da review!
snugglepot and cuddlepie: This story will be as long as I could possibly make it, and the current chapter is as long as I could possibly stretch it too ;) thanks for the review!
BebopsEdward24:lol, thanks for reminding me about Ginny, she'll appear in this chapter, thanks for the review!
A/N the next person who reviews please tell me what rn rn is!!!!!!!!!!
~~~~~~'~~, ~~~@
Harry laughed, amused at Ron's indignation that Ginny had found a new boyfriend. The letter Hedwig had brought was just dripping with outrage, bordering on scandal. This may have been due to the fact that, apparently, Mrs. Weasley approved of the boy. "A nice young gentleman, with manners, which is more than I can say for you, young man!" quoted Ron.
The day had begun smoothly, and, so far, things looked to be only getting better. Hedwig had arrived with mail at breakfast, before nipping Harry on the finger, as if to voice its righteous indignation at being sent back into the wintry day.
He was occupying that nice armchair by the fire again, its gentle radiance illuminating the rather dim room; the weather had turned stormy, and outside thunderous clouds had gathered, blocking off much of the sunlight.
Rain coursed its winding path down the window to the left of Harry. At the moment, Harry was holding a poised quill to write a reply to Ron and Hermione (who also happened to agree with Ginny's new choice of suitor), while balancing a mug of steaming hot chocolate on his knee. He kept it leveled it with his free hand, it being slightly hot to the touch for extended lengths of time.
He decided that perhaps it would not be wise to send Hedwig out with the letters today, and thought Hedwig might need a few days' rest in any case. He put the letters beside his bed, and wondered what he could do. For the moment, he contented himself with going out through the portrait and wandering aimlessly through the corridors.
He had the faint idea that he would give the library a visit, and ended up - lost. He looked around, and realised wherever he had gone, he had absolutely no recollection of it. The only thing could work out about this place was that he was closer to the astronomy tower that the dungeons.
He based this on the fact that he hadn't gone down any stairs and that even his subconscious wouldn't take him to the dungeons. So - he was lost.
He wandered along, hoping he'd find some statue or something that would lead him to a place he knew. The corridor was narrow and frosty, as if forgotten by Professor Flitwick's heating charm. It gave him a shiver up his spine, not completely due to the cold, either.
As he went on, he began to feel an intuitive tug from his senses, something you could never quite place a finger on. A mysterious foreboding crept up, and the corridor was an inky black, even with the torches along the corridor, and led him - to a dead end.
Mystified, Harry turned to walk back along the corridor, but noticed a dusty tome behind him. He was sure that it had not previously been there, or he would definitely have tripped over it. The book was large, with an even layer of dust that had settled over it, making it seem as if it had been there for a century.
Curiosity had killed the cat, and at this rate, it would kill him, too. He picked the book up and flipped through it. It looked rather like a B-grade muggle horror novel, except the photographs moved, to reveal what looked rather like a cross between an imp, and a shark. As he watched, it devoured a man's arm as he screamed.
Harry snapped the book shut, and was willing to bet Hermione had never read one of these. He decided he would show her when she and Ron returned to school after the holidays. He walked backwards and found that as he walked straight ahead, he finally began to recollect passing portraits, and soon ended back in the Gryffindor Common Room
He slept fitfully that night, and tossing and turning in the thrall of many a nightmare.
~~~~~~'~~, ~~~@
Christmas crept up like a shadow looming ahead, slowly but surely encompassing the school. There were Christmas cards to be sent, presents to be bought, gift tags to put names on, and greetings to be wished. With only a day left to Christmas, the air tingled with the expected joy and surprise the next day would bestow upon all under its spell.
Harry watched the day drift by, and took his Firebolt out in the clearing weather, an unexpected blue shade in the widespread sky, a few smatterings of wispy cloud, and the bright glare of the sun reflected off of ivory snow.
There was none of the keen anticipation today, nothing to search for, and find. The unending quest for something had been set away for now, leaving only a comfortable solitude. Without hesitation he took of with the merest second, and took to the skies, aware of his open smile. As he began to set down, he glanced at the roof. Nothing. He had doubted that he would find a bloodied Mr. Malfoy on the roof today, but had felt inexorably drawn to check anyway. He had been slightly disappointed of the other boy's absence. Strange, but he never took notice.
He set down for lunch, and was greeted by Hedwig, who gave him two small parcels. The first one he opened began to play jingle bells like a foghorn; just as loud, and seemed to have a small fault; it didn't stop.
Enclosed was a letter saying 'Merry Christmas' from Ron. He winced. It almost made him not want to open Hermione's package. It was a simple card and he sighed, enclosed was only an odd looking box. He read her letter and discovered the box was the newest invention from Fred and George's new shop.
The letter went on in a reprimanding tone to give a list of reasons as to why Harry should stop them from selling it, first and foremost it being highly dangerous.
He sighed and sent Hedwig off with his pre-written Christmas Greetings, before setting himself down in the Gryffindor Common Room to figure out exactly what was so hazardous about the small, brightly coloured box.
That night, after dinner, Harry was feeling satiated and was walking out, as he contemplated going to finish his last piece of homework; a four foot essay on the entrancing abilities of a two-footed mudwump.
He stopped dead as he spied Draco Malfoy in the corner.
"Kept me waiting," said Draco with an illustrious sweep of his hand, "and it was beginning to get cold."
"And why where you waiting?" asked Harry cautiously.
Without the slightest notice or response, Draco slammed Harry to the wall. The wall behind him was cold, and his vision became hazy for a moment. A moment was all Draco needed.
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