On Wings of Flaming Driftwood
Author: Kess, aka Cera Sligh
Rating: R. slash.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own any of these characters, J.K. Rowling does. So don't come after me with your flaming torches of copyright justice. (Though if someone told me I could keep Draco in my closet as a pet, I'd definitely accept, copyright or no copyright. :D)
Characters: mainly Harry and Draco, of course.
Story: Harry is having trouble dealing with the death of Sirius, and on top of it all Cho breaks up with him, and he's left with no one to turn to. However, he finds comfort in someone he never would have expected. H/D. Her./R. The plot WILL come up eventually... I promise! Please R & R!
Thanx so much for the reviews guys!!! I know this is going way too fast, and I'm sorry! I just couldn't resist making them kiss. Eheh. ''' Omigosh, I just can't believe how horridly fluffy that last chapter was! shaaaame But not to worry, the story will slow down a bit and there will be plenty of self-searching and angst and all that other stuff that we all love! I really do enjoy playing with Draco... JK Rowling is ::so:: lucky. Hehehe. Oh, and sorry bout all the typos in ch 2. sigh
Chapter 3: If
Harry looked at Draco as he stood in the pouring rain. The cold hit him and it seemed to jerk him back to reality. He felt shock, humiliation and shame sink into his chest and it was like trying to swallow something very big. He almost choked as he shook his head, slowly at first then faster. "I have to go. Don't... don't tell -anyone- about this. Just don't. Let's just pretend this never happened." He spun around, slipped in the grass and became just as muddy as he was wet, got back up and bolted to the castle. Draco watched him disappear without moving.
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He didn't know what to think. Had he really kissed a -guy-? And Harry Potter at that! He brought a shaking hand to his face and took a wavering breath. 'What am I going to do?' he thought desperately. Maybe Harry was right. Maybe he should just forget about what had happened. But would he be able to? He was about to make his way back to the castle when he paused. Something from the trees of the forest to his right made him stop and look. There was nothing there. At least, nothing that he could see. The rain darkened everything and as he stared at the forest edge all that met his eyes was a dark swaying of shadowed branches. Somehow, this swaying dance was alluring. He took a step towards the forest. "No, stop. You'll get killed in there. Just go back to the castle.' But his body didn't seem to want to obey his mind and he continued onward, through the rain, his shoes becoming soaked as they brushed through the long, wet grass.
Now he knew something was drawing him in. A whisper of a voice met his ears. The voice was that of a woman, coming from the trees themselves, uttering his name urgently as if longing for him to just come a little closer. His pace quickened and his heart began to thump madly in his chest. What was going on? He could barely see any longer, the rain was falling heavily. iCome in here/i, the forest coaxed, iIt's warm here. It's dry here. Come.../i And he came, without question, until he was sprinting straight into the trees.
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Harry nearly jumped out of his bed when Ron trudged into the boys' dorm that night. He noticed Harry's apparent nerves and gave him a curious look, "What's up with you?"
Harry frowned and wrapped the comforter more tightly about his shoulders. "Nothing. I was just really deep in thought."
An impish grin spread over Ron's face, "Deep in thought, hm? What, did you and Cho kiss and make up?"
Harry shot him a terrible look and he just smiled.
"Well, philosopher Potter, I think you need to get some sleep. First day of Quidditch tomorrow!"
Harry grumbled incoherently in reply. Sure, he still loved Quidditch, but the thought of going back outside made him even more depressed. 'Hopefully', he thought, 'it will stop raining by tomorrow morning'.
He stood up, taking the comforter with him, and moved to the window. He wondered if Draco had come back to the castle yet. That whole event seemed so far away and distant now. Tonight had been one of the strangest he'd ever experienced, and he'd seen a whole lot of strange things. Suddenly the sounds and images of Draco's unexpected kiss filled his mind and he felt his body heat up as he shut his eyes tightly. He wanted to force the memory out of his mind. What if Draco told someone? He'd be finished, for sure. Certainly Draco's parents would both have heart attacks if the information met their ears. No, Draco would not tell and neither would he. It would be like it never happened. He tried to relax, but through his desperate attempts to forget a little part of him wanted to experience that again. He fiercely denied it but the voice in his head would not go away.
'You liked it, didn't you? It felt good and you want more.' Harry knuckled his eyes, wanting to drive the irritating voice out of his head, and decided to go take a bath.
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Draco blinked the rain out of his eyes and pressed forward, branches and thorns catching his hair and tearing at his robes. Occasionally he'd realize how ridiculous it was to be trudging through a forest rampant with wild creatures. But as soon as one of these thoughts surfaced, it would be beaten down by the more powerful call of the forest. He was getting closer now, he could feel it. Something was in the forest that was calling him, and he needed to reach it no matter what. In that tempting voice was answers. All of his life he'd questioned so much, and now he'd know so many things. He knew which question he would ask first, too.
'Why did I kiss him?'
A faint red glow ahead made his eyes widen in horrified wonder. What lie just beyond the trees? He pushed branches aside and stumbled over the underbrush as he jogged through the forest, vines ensnaring his ankles while thorns pulled at his hair. It was as if the part of the forest wanted him to reach the mysterious red glowing being, and another part was trying to keep him from getting to it.
He was stronger than vines or thorns, and he stood in a clearing as the fluorescent being stood before him, its back turned to him. The female voice was now deafening and it did not sound so pleasant and tempting any longer. Fear struck his heart as two long arms spread from the sides of the tall, lean body. The whole clearing was lit up with red light and he felt fear erupt in his chest, yet he could not move. The thing had a firm hold on him and he couldn't even look away, couldn't even close his eyes.
It turned slowly around, smiling down at the terrified boy at its feet. Draco opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out.
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Harry sank into the steaming water and closed his eyes. Ron had given him the password to the prefect bathroom and he used it as often as possible. He watched as white columns of steam rose all about him and he twirled one through his fingers as it dispersed into the heavy air. Slowly the memories floated into his mind, but he didn't stop them, enjoying the feelings he got when recalling Draco's tongue searching the inner walls of his mouth. He shivered and his right hand moved automatically between his legs. He let his mind shift around until he conjured a pretty good image of what Draco would look like nude. Shining strands of flaxen hair hung into lusty gray eyes as Harry moved the image lower, so he could see a semi muscular chest with perfect porcelain skin along his thin middle, slightly muscled; Malfoy's bony hips became visible and Harry's mind's eye moved lower until he saw-
"Harry!.. Oh, crap, sorry! I didn't know you were, uh.. sorry!" Ron scurried back out of the bathroom as Harry caught his breath. 'What the hell was I doing? I am -not- attracted to Malfoy.' He forced himself to remember all of the horrible things Malfoy had said to him in the past, and it temporarily convinced him to hate the Slytherin again. He couldn't let himself fall for someone who would never return the affection. Everything Malfoy had said and done was most likely a cruel trick, a joke, and he would not let it get to him. Harry rose, shivering, out of the water and blushed as he remembered what he'd just been doing. He shook himself mentally and wrapped a towel tightly around his waist, slipping on his foggy glasses. 'I won't think about him anymore tonight.' he thought, determined.
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The figure hovering over Draco was beautiful. The face was strikingly lovely- that of a young person. He couldn't distinguish the gender from the face, but the broad shoulders and narrow hips hinted male. At first he'd been terribly frightened by the figure intense glow and incredible appearance, but now he found that he was relaxing. The slightly mischievous face smiled down on him, the thing was at least two feet taller than Draco, who stood at 5'5". It raised an elegant, long-fingered hand and lightly touched Draco's cheeks with the spindly fingertips. The smile broadened. Draco found that he could now speak, and he looked up into the snake-like eyes and said, "Wh- who are you?"
The thing laughed, amused. Its laugh was like that of a woman, and when it spoke its voice definitely sounded female, "That, my beautiful boy, does not matter. What does matter, however, is I have something I need you to do for me. See, I have a little problem. I cannot be truly happy unless someone is eliminated from the Earth. This person has humiliated me and beaten me down countless times."
Its voice was sorrowful, and Draco mysteriously felt himself growing angry at whoever that thing was talking about. "Who is it? What can I do?" "Ah, eager to help me, hm? That's good. It is a boy, your age, and he goes to your school. You have a lot of power over him, though you do not realize it. Do you know of whom I speak?"
Draco considered this. Who did he have power over? To tell the truth, he held a great deal of power over a great deal of people through his father. What boy at school would do such things to such a beautiful and delicate creature? "I.. I'm sorry, but I don't kno-"
"Foolish boy!" the voice became more harsh, "Think! Think! You can figure it out, can't you?"
Draco just stared at the annoyed face, truly sorry for his foolishness.
"I'll give you a hint. I'll tell you who I am and then you will know. But..." it caressed Draco's cheek with its startlingly cold hand, "If I tell you you must swear to do exactly as I say. Allow me to... come inside of your mind and share it with you. Will you do that for me?"
The sight of the being was enrapturing, and it was as if it already controlled part of Draco's mind. He slowly nodded.
"Good... My name," it smiled pleasantly, "Is Voldemort."
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Yes, yes I know. Boring plot and no slash. Tho Harry's bathtub moment was rather nice, hm? XD Not to worry, tho. This fic IS going somewhere, and there IS a reason why Voldemort isn't all ugly and mutilated anymore, so please be patient and stick with me! Next chapter will have a lot more of the good stuff. Please review!!!
Author: Kess, aka Cera Sligh
Rating: R. slash.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own any of these characters, J.K. Rowling does. So don't come after me with your flaming torches of copyright justice. (Though if someone told me I could keep Draco in my closet as a pet, I'd definitely accept, copyright or no copyright. :D)
Characters: mainly Harry and Draco, of course.
Story: Harry is having trouble dealing with the death of Sirius, and on top of it all Cho breaks up with him, and he's left with no one to turn to. However, he finds comfort in someone he never would have expected. H/D. Her./R. The plot WILL come up eventually... I promise! Please R & R!
Thanx so much for the reviews guys!!! I know this is going way too fast, and I'm sorry! I just couldn't resist making them kiss. Eheh. ''' Omigosh, I just can't believe how horridly fluffy that last chapter was! shaaaame But not to worry, the story will slow down a bit and there will be plenty of self-searching and angst and all that other stuff that we all love! I really do enjoy playing with Draco... JK Rowling is ::so:: lucky. Hehehe. Oh, and sorry bout all the typos in ch 2. sigh
Chapter 3: If
Harry looked at Draco as he stood in the pouring rain. The cold hit him and it seemed to jerk him back to reality. He felt shock, humiliation and shame sink into his chest and it was like trying to swallow something very big. He almost choked as he shook his head, slowly at first then faster. "I have to go. Don't... don't tell -anyone- about this. Just don't. Let's just pretend this never happened." He spun around, slipped in the grass and became just as muddy as he was wet, got back up and bolted to the castle. Draco watched him disappear without moving.
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He didn't know what to think. Had he really kissed a -guy-? And Harry Potter at that! He brought a shaking hand to his face and took a wavering breath. 'What am I going to do?' he thought desperately. Maybe Harry was right. Maybe he should just forget about what had happened. But would he be able to? He was about to make his way back to the castle when he paused. Something from the trees of the forest to his right made him stop and look. There was nothing there. At least, nothing that he could see. The rain darkened everything and as he stared at the forest edge all that met his eyes was a dark swaying of shadowed branches. Somehow, this swaying dance was alluring. He took a step towards the forest. "No, stop. You'll get killed in there. Just go back to the castle.' But his body didn't seem to want to obey his mind and he continued onward, through the rain, his shoes becoming soaked as they brushed through the long, wet grass.
Now he knew something was drawing him in. A whisper of a voice met his ears. The voice was that of a woman, coming from the trees themselves, uttering his name urgently as if longing for him to just come a little closer. His pace quickened and his heart began to thump madly in his chest. What was going on? He could barely see any longer, the rain was falling heavily. iCome in here/i, the forest coaxed, iIt's warm here. It's dry here. Come.../i And he came, without question, until he was sprinting straight into the trees.
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Harry nearly jumped out of his bed when Ron trudged into the boys' dorm that night. He noticed Harry's apparent nerves and gave him a curious look, "What's up with you?"
Harry frowned and wrapped the comforter more tightly about his shoulders. "Nothing. I was just really deep in thought."
An impish grin spread over Ron's face, "Deep in thought, hm? What, did you and Cho kiss and make up?"
Harry shot him a terrible look and he just smiled.
"Well, philosopher Potter, I think you need to get some sleep. First day of Quidditch tomorrow!"
Harry grumbled incoherently in reply. Sure, he still loved Quidditch, but the thought of going back outside made him even more depressed. 'Hopefully', he thought, 'it will stop raining by tomorrow morning'.
He stood up, taking the comforter with him, and moved to the window. He wondered if Draco had come back to the castle yet. That whole event seemed so far away and distant now. Tonight had been one of the strangest he'd ever experienced, and he'd seen a whole lot of strange things. Suddenly the sounds and images of Draco's unexpected kiss filled his mind and he felt his body heat up as he shut his eyes tightly. He wanted to force the memory out of his mind. What if Draco told someone? He'd be finished, for sure. Certainly Draco's parents would both have heart attacks if the information met their ears. No, Draco would not tell and neither would he. It would be like it never happened. He tried to relax, but through his desperate attempts to forget a little part of him wanted to experience that again. He fiercely denied it but the voice in his head would not go away.
'You liked it, didn't you? It felt good and you want more.' Harry knuckled his eyes, wanting to drive the irritating voice out of his head, and decided to go take a bath.
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Draco blinked the rain out of his eyes and pressed forward, branches and thorns catching his hair and tearing at his robes. Occasionally he'd realize how ridiculous it was to be trudging through a forest rampant with wild creatures. But as soon as one of these thoughts surfaced, it would be beaten down by the more powerful call of the forest. He was getting closer now, he could feel it. Something was in the forest that was calling him, and he needed to reach it no matter what. In that tempting voice was answers. All of his life he'd questioned so much, and now he'd know so many things. He knew which question he would ask first, too.
'Why did I kiss him?'
A faint red glow ahead made his eyes widen in horrified wonder. What lie just beyond the trees? He pushed branches aside and stumbled over the underbrush as he jogged through the forest, vines ensnaring his ankles while thorns pulled at his hair. It was as if the part of the forest wanted him to reach the mysterious red glowing being, and another part was trying to keep him from getting to it.
He was stronger than vines or thorns, and he stood in a clearing as the fluorescent being stood before him, its back turned to him. The female voice was now deafening and it did not sound so pleasant and tempting any longer. Fear struck his heart as two long arms spread from the sides of the tall, lean body. The whole clearing was lit up with red light and he felt fear erupt in his chest, yet he could not move. The thing had a firm hold on him and he couldn't even look away, couldn't even close his eyes.
It turned slowly around, smiling down at the terrified boy at its feet. Draco opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out.
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Harry sank into the steaming water and closed his eyes. Ron had given him the password to the prefect bathroom and he used it as often as possible. He watched as white columns of steam rose all about him and he twirled one through his fingers as it dispersed into the heavy air. Slowly the memories floated into his mind, but he didn't stop them, enjoying the feelings he got when recalling Draco's tongue searching the inner walls of his mouth. He shivered and his right hand moved automatically between his legs. He let his mind shift around until he conjured a pretty good image of what Draco would look like nude. Shining strands of flaxen hair hung into lusty gray eyes as Harry moved the image lower, so he could see a semi muscular chest with perfect porcelain skin along his thin middle, slightly muscled; Malfoy's bony hips became visible and Harry's mind's eye moved lower until he saw-
"Harry!.. Oh, crap, sorry! I didn't know you were, uh.. sorry!" Ron scurried back out of the bathroom as Harry caught his breath. 'What the hell was I doing? I am -not- attracted to Malfoy.' He forced himself to remember all of the horrible things Malfoy had said to him in the past, and it temporarily convinced him to hate the Slytherin again. He couldn't let himself fall for someone who would never return the affection. Everything Malfoy had said and done was most likely a cruel trick, a joke, and he would not let it get to him. Harry rose, shivering, out of the water and blushed as he remembered what he'd just been doing. He shook himself mentally and wrapped a towel tightly around his waist, slipping on his foggy glasses. 'I won't think about him anymore tonight.' he thought, determined.
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The figure hovering over Draco was beautiful. The face was strikingly lovely- that of a young person. He couldn't distinguish the gender from the face, but the broad shoulders and narrow hips hinted male. At first he'd been terribly frightened by the figure intense glow and incredible appearance, but now he found that he was relaxing. The slightly mischievous face smiled down on him, the thing was at least two feet taller than Draco, who stood at 5'5". It raised an elegant, long-fingered hand and lightly touched Draco's cheeks with the spindly fingertips. The smile broadened. Draco found that he could now speak, and he looked up into the snake-like eyes and said, "Wh- who are you?"
The thing laughed, amused. Its laugh was like that of a woman, and when it spoke its voice definitely sounded female, "That, my beautiful boy, does not matter. What does matter, however, is I have something I need you to do for me. See, I have a little problem. I cannot be truly happy unless someone is eliminated from the Earth. This person has humiliated me and beaten me down countless times."
Its voice was sorrowful, and Draco mysteriously felt himself growing angry at whoever that thing was talking about. "Who is it? What can I do?" "Ah, eager to help me, hm? That's good. It is a boy, your age, and he goes to your school. You have a lot of power over him, though you do not realize it. Do you know of whom I speak?"
Draco considered this. Who did he have power over? To tell the truth, he held a great deal of power over a great deal of people through his father. What boy at school would do such things to such a beautiful and delicate creature? "I.. I'm sorry, but I don't kno-"
"Foolish boy!" the voice became more harsh, "Think! Think! You can figure it out, can't you?"
Draco just stared at the annoyed face, truly sorry for his foolishness.
"I'll give you a hint. I'll tell you who I am and then you will know. But..." it caressed Draco's cheek with its startlingly cold hand, "If I tell you you must swear to do exactly as I say. Allow me to... come inside of your mind and share it with you. Will you do that for me?"
The sight of the being was enrapturing, and it was as if it already controlled part of Draco's mind. He slowly nodded.
"Good... My name," it smiled pleasantly, "Is Voldemort."
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Yes, yes I know. Boring plot and no slash. Tho Harry's bathtub moment was rather nice, hm? XD Not to worry, tho. This fic IS going somewhere, and there IS a reason why Voldemort isn't all ugly and mutilated anymore, so please be patient and stick with me! Next chapter will have a lot more of the good stuff. Please review!!!