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!
Sorry this chapter took so long to post. Ugh. I've just been busy with exams. But school is OVER now and I am FREE!!! Plus, it's been cold and rainy all week so I have nothing better to do than write, anyway. lol. I'm taking the ACT tomorrow. Wish me luck. (I'll need it) I got FAKE vol 7. devilish laughter Isn't it illegal for minors to buy M manga? Oh well, I got it anyway, so it's all good. I still can't believe that's the end! Ah! Does anyone know if Sanami Matoh has done any spinoffs or art books for FAKE? I'd really like to know...
Chapter 4: I Can't See You
Draco could hardly believe it. -This- beautiful creature was Voldemort? It couldn't be, it just couldn't. He may be a Malfoy, but secretly Draco did not support the Dark Lord at all. He took a step back. "N- No. That's impossible."
"It is? And who are you to decide what is possible and what is not? Magic can work miracles. I am a living example." He spread his great, long arms and looked down at a cowering Draco. "You see?! I am both the most powerful and most beautiful wizard on Earth!"
Draco wanted to get away from the terrifying thing standing before him. It wasn't human- it couldn't be.
"Hm, you're right about that, young Malfoy. I am -not- a filthy human. What I am, however, is not for you to know. All you must know is to obey everything I tell you to do exactly. If you do not," he grinned wickedly, "I shall kill you."
Draco couldn't handle it any longer. He turned to run but a strong, quick hand grasped his robes from behind. Soon he was lifted high into the air and turned around so he was facing Voldemort. The evil wizard looked ravenous. "Do not defy me, you little coward! I shall have my way with you whether you want it or not!" With that, he pulled the struggling boy into him and kissed him forcefully on the mouth.
Draco wanted to gag. Voldemort may look beautiful, but kissing him made him sick to his stomach. The Dark Lord had an acidic, rotten taste and his thin, snakelike tongue was slipping around Draco's mouth. He coughed and Voldemort withdrew, laughing in an eerie, high pitched manner. "If you don't like that, I suggest you refrain from attempting to run away from me again. What I want you to do will not be painful or unpleasant. Actually, I think you might just enjoy it."
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Harry blinked a few times before taking off his glasses and wiping them on his robes. Yes, that was better. He could see clearly now. The quick transition from chilled outdoors to the warm castle had fogged his glasses. He'd just taken a walk around the lake. It was very late and he wore the invisibility cloak to remain unseen. He was planning on returning to the boys' dorm, now, but somehow he just wasn't tired. So he stood there, wondering what to do. His mind drifted to Draco. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen him at dinner. Where was he? The last time he'd seen him was in the rain, watching the confused and horrified expression on Draco's face as they both realized what had just happened. A sudden wave of dread overtook him and he was drawn inexplicably towards the door. But he couldn't go outside again. He was cold enough as it was.
So he turned to quietly retreat to the Gryphindor corridors when he heard the wooden doors creak behind him. He turned, slowly, not sure if he should stand still or run away. A slim, dark figure came through the door. Harry quickly recognized the platinum hair he'd come to notice a lot. Draco. Now he -really- didn't know whether to run or stay or say something to Draco. But when he saw the look on Draco's pale face and how his robes were torn and dirty, he couldn't just leave him alone. The boy's eyes were round, wide, and glassy as if he really wasn't seeing anything in front of him. His mouth was slightly agape, all color drained from the chalky face. Harry stepped closer, not wanting Draco to hear him and be frightened. He slipped behind him and whispered as non threateningly as possible, "Draco."
Draco gasped a little but didn't scream like Harry feared. He gulped and uttered, "Wh- who's there?"
"It's Harry. What the hell were you doing out there?"
"Harry...? But, where are you?"
"I'm wearing the invisibility cloak. Here, come under it with me. You don't want to get caught."
Harry wasn't exactly expecting Draco to rush under and cling to him when he made the offer, but really, it didn't bother him that much. They walked slowly and carefully, not saying anything for fear of being heard. Harry vaguely knew the way to Slytherin house, and that's where he led Draco. They stood before the entrance, Harry waiting for Draco to come to his senses and let go of him. But he didn't.
"Er... Draco?"
"No, Harry... Please, I don't want to be alone." Draco's reply was so desperate and he sounded so scared Harry didn't know how to react.
"But... I can't come with you to your common room. And you can't come to mine, either. Ron'd have a fit. I guess," he shifted uncomfortably under Draco's tightening hold, "Really, Draco, what's wrong with you? Is this some sort of joke?"
"No. I can't tell you what happened, but... I can't be left alone. Please, Harry. Just trust me this once."
Trust him? Now that was something Harry could never do. "I'm sorry, Draco, but I just don't know what to do with you! I -can't- bring you into my room unless I hide you."
"Then hide me, Potter. I don't care. Keep me in your trunk if you want. Just don't leave me here."
After a moment of looking at Draco, searching his eyes for any sign of malice, he reluctantly agreed. "Alright. Come with me. But be quiet- especially when we get to the dorm."
So they walked, once again in silence, through the portrait and up the stairs. The other boys were sleeping calmly, though Ron was muttering a little in his sleep. Harry led Draco into the bathroom, and pulled the cloak off of them both. Draco really was a wretched sight. His hair was caked with mud and his robed were tattered and heavy with rainwater.
"You look terrible. What were you doing? Mud wrestling with werewolves?"
Draco managed a faint smile but didn't reply to the comment. Instead, he began pulling off his robes. Harry blinked, "Woah. I'm gonna get out of here before I see something I don't want to see. I'll let you borrow some of my robes for tomorrow. You should take a bath. Just... put a silencing charm on the door so the other boys don't hear the water running." Draco nodded and waited for Harry to leave before stripping.
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Draco turned on the hot tap and began to pull off his muddied shirt. He was still in shock at what had happened to him in the forest. The presence of Voldemort in the back of his mind made his head throb slightly. He was still very much himself, but his body and his eyes were no longer completely his. He felt like sobbing at the invasion of his body, but he couldn't. Something kept him from crying. An unknown presence that warmed him and gave him hope. But it was faint and often temporary. Still, he couldn't cry.
He jumped at the sound of the door opening. He'd forgotten that Harry was coming back to give him some clothes. He stood there, completely naked, Harry's eyes glued to his manhood. He blinked and Harry gaped. Suddenly, Harry came to his senses and blushed to the tips of his ears, turning quickly away and tossing the clothes on the floor in front of Draco's feet. "Here." he muttered and shut the door.
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Eheh. ;;; Shameless, I know. Quite a few of you might not like how OOC Harry and Draco are. I -know- they are OOC, but I like them that way. So deal with it, yes? Hehehe. I don't know if I'm going to make this one much longer. Depends on how many reviews I get. hint hint More reviews equals more smut, we're all happy.
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!
Sorry this chapter took so long to post. Ugh. I've just been busy with exams. But school is OVER now and I am FREE!!! Plus, it's been cold and rainy all week so I have nothing better to do than write, anyway. lol. I'm taking the ACT tomorrow. Wish me luck. (I'll need it) I got FAKE vol 7. devilish laughter Isn't it illegal for minors to buy M manga? Oh well, I got it anyway, so it's all good. I still can't believe that's the end! Ah! Does anyone know if Sanami Matoh has done any spinoffs or art books for FAKE? I'd really like to know...
Chapter 4: I Can't See You
Draco could hardly believe it. -This- beautiful creature was Voldemort? It couldn't be, it just couldn't. He may be a Malfoy, but secretly Draco did not support the Dark Lord at all. He took a step back. "N- No. That's impossible."
"It is? And who are you to decide what is possible and what is not? Magic can work miracles. I am a living example." He spread his great, long arms and looked down at a cowering Draco. "You see?! I am both the most powerful and most beautiful wizard on Earth!"
Draco wanted to get away from the terrifying thing standing before him. It wasn't human- it couldn't be.
"Hm, you're right about that, young Malfoy. I am -not- a filthy human. What I am, however, is not for you to know. All you must know is to obey everything I tell you to do exactly. If you do not," he grinned wickedly, "I shall kill you."
Draco couldn't handle it any longer. He turned to run but a strong, quick hand grasped his robes from behind. Soon he was lifted high into the air and turned around so he was facing Voldemort. The evil wizard looked ravenous. "Do not defy me, you little coward! I shall have my way with you whether you want it or not!" With that, he pulled the struggling boy into him and kissed him forcefully on the mouth.
Draco wanted to gag. Voldemort may look beautiful, but kissing him made him sick to his stomach. The Dark Lord had an acidic, rotten taste and his thin, snakelike tongue was slipping around Draco's mouth. He coughed and Voldemort withdrew, laughing in an eerie, high pitched manner. "If you don't like that, I suggest you refrain from attempting to run away from me again. What I want you to do will not be painful or unpleasant. Actually, I think you might just enjoy it."
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Harry blinked a few times before taking off his glasses and wiping them on his robes. Yes, that was better. He could see clearly now. The quick transition from chilled outdoors to the warm castle had fogged his glasses. He'd just taken a walk around the lake. It was very late and he wore the invisibility cloak to remain unseen. He was planning on returning to the boys' dorm, now, but somehow he just wasn't tired. So he stood there, wondering what to do. His mind drifted to Draco. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen him at dinner. Where was he? The last time he'd seen him was in the rain, watching the confused and horrified expression on Draco's face as they both realized what had just happened. A sudden wave of dread overtook him and he was drawn inexplicably towards the door. But he couldn't go outside again. He was cold enough as it was.
So he turned to quietly retreat to the Gryphindor corridors when he heard the wooden doors creak behind him. He turned, slowly, not sure if he should stand still or run away. A slim, dark figure came through the door. Harry quickly recognized the platinum hair he'd come to notice a lot. Draco. Now he -really- didn't know whether to run or stay or say something to Draco. But when he saw the look on Draco's pale face and how his robes were torn and dirty, he couldn't just leave him alone. The boy's eyes were round, wide, and glassy as if he really wasn't seeing anything in front of him. His mouth was slightly agape, all color drained from the chalky face. Harry stepped closer, not wanting Draco to hear him and be frightened. He slipped behind him and whispered as non threateningly as possible, "Draco."
Draco gasped a little but didn't scream like Harry feared. He gulped and uttered, "Wh- who's there?"
"It's Harry. What the hell were you doing out there?"
"Harry...? But, where are you?"
"I'm wearing the invisibility cloak. Here, come under it with me. You don't want to get caught."
Harry wasn't exactly expecting Draco to rush under and cling to him when he made the offer, but really, it didn't bother him that much. They walked slowly and carefully, not saying anything for fear of being heard. Harry vaguely knew the way to Slytherin house, and that's where he led Draco. They stood before the entrance, Harry waiting for Draco to come to his senses and let go of him. But he didn't.
"Er... Draco?"
"No, Harry... Please, I don't want to be alone." Draco's reply was so desperate and he sounded so scared Harry didn't know how to react.
"But... I can't come with you to your common room. And you can't come to mine, either. Ron'd have a fit. I guess," he shifted uncomfortably under Draco's tightening hold, "Really, Draco, what's wrong with you? Is this some sort of joke?"
"No. I can't tell you what happened, but... I can't be left alone. Please, Harry. Just trust me this once."
Trust him? Now that was something Harry could never do. "I'm sorry, Draco, but I just don't know what to do with you! I -can't- bring you into my room unless I hide you."
"Then hide me, Potter. I don't care. Keep me in your trunk if you want. Just don't leave me here."
After a moment of looking at Draco, searching his eyes for any sign of malice, he reluctantly agreed. "Alright. Come with me. But be quiet- especially when we get to the dorm."
So they walked, once again in silence, through the portrait and up the stairs. The other boys were sleeping calmly, though Ron was muttering a little in his sleep. Harry led Draco into the bathroom, and pulled the cloak off of them both. Draco really was a wretched sight. His hair was caked with mud and his robed were tattered and heavy with rainwater.
"You look terrible. What were you doing? Mud wrestling with werewolves?"
Draco managed a faint smile but didn't reply to the comment. Instead, he began pulling off his robes. Harry blinked, "Woah. I'm gonna get out of here before I see something I don't want to see. I'll let you borrow some of my robes for tomorrow. You should take a bath. Just... put a silencing charm on the door so the other boys don't hear the water running." Draco nodded and waited for Harry to leave before stripping.
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Draco turned on the hot tap and began to pull off his muddied shirt. He was still in shock at what had happened to him in the forest. The presence of Voldemort in the back of his mind made his head throb slightly. He was still very much himself, but his body and his eyes were no longer completely his. He felt like sobbing at the invasion of his body, but he couldn't. Something kept him from crying. An unknown presence that warmed him and gave him hope. But it was faint and often temporary. Still, he couldn't cry.
He jumped at the sound of the door opening. He'd forgotten that Harry was coming back to give him some clothes. He stood there, completely naked, Harry's eyes glued to his manhood. He blinked and Harry gaped. Suddenly, Harry came to his senses and blushed to the tips of his ears, turning quickly away and tossing the clothes on the floor in front of Draco's feet. "Here." he muttered and shut the door.
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Eheh. ;;; Shameless, I know. Quite a few of you might not like how OOC Harry and Draco are. I -know- they are OOC, but I like them that way. So deal with it, yes? Hehehe. I don't know if I'm going to make this one much longer. Depends on how many reviews I get. hint hint More reviews equals more smut, we're all happy.