title: The Dungeons pt. III
author: Morian Black
rating: R? Slight smut and a bit o' fluff
pairing: DM/PP,DM/SS,DM/HP(implied)
comments: This is another one shot added to the series. It has nothing to do with the last
disclaimer: won't ever happen...don't get too attatched. i no own, you no sue. if i'm lying, may i turn blue! oo, thanks for all of your comments!There was once a pale-eyed boy named Draco Malfoy, who lived in darkness, and his sheets were always cold. "But I like it when it's dark," the boy said to the empty blackness of his Prefect room. The sheets however, were a different story. The boy did not like to be cold, yet his bed always was.Once, in sixth year a schoolmate named Pansy Parkinson tried to help."Should I go now then?" asked Pansy, a few moments after they had finished."No stay- please," Draco requested. He held onto her wrist gently and closed his eyes."Look, just because-- We're not together Draco," she said simply, but he was already fast asleep.Pansy slowly took her arm back and crept out of the boy's room.The sheets warmed with her, but she never stayed.The boy's professor, Severus Snape, didn't necessarily try to make the sheets warm, but he was in the boy's bed. "Sev- Professor Snape?" the boy shivered in darkness. "What is it Draco?" a voice retorted sharply. It was as icy as the sheets Draco lay on. "Nothing sir," the boy burrowed under his blankets.After the professor, another of the boy's housemates tried to no avail. So, Draco Malfoy tried to warm his bed all by himself. If anyone else had been in his room with him at the time, the boy would have seemed phosphorescent to them: Glowing, haunting, beautiful. But no one else was there, it was just the boy.Under a pile of green blankets the boy moved his hand slowly over his groin, thinking of no one in particular. No one could warm his sheets, why should he have thought of them? He started to move faster and freer under the tent of linen. His eye-lids flickered like tiny candles as a blur of faces whizzed through his mind; no one in particular though.Draco saw eyes as his hand worked furiously. Blue eyes, brown ones, cold black ones, green eyes. Green eyes? The boy paused for a moment wondering who had green eyes, but he was swollen and throbbing.He thought more about the Green Eyes and resumed his rhythmic rubbing. Draco quickened his pace once more as those eyes stayed in his mind. He liked them because they made him feel warm, like little, green pools of ocean water on a summer day.The face to those eyes never did come, but the boy did. After, he rolled over sighing deeply, happily... maybe he was still thinking of the magical eyes. Draco Malfoy was a pale-eyed boy who lived in darkness and had sheets that were sometimes warm.[end]a/n: i would like to know if i should continue with this or stop?
author: Morian Black
rating: R? Slight smut and a bit o' fluff
pairing: DM/PP,DM/SS,DM/HP(implied)
comments: This is another one shot added to the series. It has nothing to do with the last
disclaimer: won't ever happen...don't get too attatched. i no own, you no sue. if i'm lying, may i turn blue! oo, thanks for all of your comments!There was once a pale-eyed boy named Draco Malfoy, who lived in darkness, and his sheets were always cold. "But I like it when it's dark," the boy said to the empty blackness of his Prefect room. The sheets however, were a different story. The boy did not like to be cold, yet his bed always was.Once, in sixth year a schoolmate named Pansy Parkinson tried to help."Should I go now then?" asked Pansy, a few moments after they had finished."No stay- please," Draco requested. He held onto her wrist gently and closed his eyes."Look, just because-- We're not together Draco," she said simply, but he was already fast asleep.Pansy slowly took her arm back and crept out of the boy's room.The sheets warmed with her, but she never stayed.The boy's professor, Severus Snape, didn't necessarily try to make the sheets warm, but he was in the boy's bed. "Sev- Professor Snape?" the boy shivered in darkness. "What is it Draco?" a voice retorted sharply. It was as icy as the sheets Draco lay on. "Nothing sir," the boy burrowed under his blankets.After the professor, another of the boy's housemates tried to no avail. So, Draco Malfoy tried to warm his bed all by himself. If anyone else had been in his room with him at the time, the boy would have seemed phosphorescent to them: Glowing, haunting, beautiful. But no one else was there, it was just the boy.Under a pile of green blankets the boy moved his hand slowly over his groin, thinking of no one in particular. No one could warm his sheets, why should he have thought of them? He started to move faster and freer under the tent of linen. His eye-lids flickered like tiny candles as a blur of faces whizzed through his mind; no one in particular though.Draco saw eyes as his hand worked furiously. Blue eyes, brown ones, cold black ones, green eyes. Green eyes? The boy paused for a moment wondering who had green eyes, but he was swollen and throbbing.He thought more about the Green Eyes and resumed his rhythmic rubbing. Draco quickened his pace once more as those eyes stayed in his mind. He liked them because they made him feel warm, like little, green pools of ocean water on a summer day.The face to those eyes never did come, but the boy did. After, he rolled over sighing deeply, happily... maybe he was still thinking of the magical eyes. Draco Malfoy was a pale-eyed boy who lived in darkness and had sheets that were sometimes warm.[end]a/n: i would like to know if i should continue with this or stop?