HP Valensmut Mod (hpvs_mod) wrote in hpvalensmut, @ 2009-02-10 18:56:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | 2009, fic, harry/draco |
Gift for sugareey: The Last Act of Desperation (Harry/Draco)
Title: The Last Act of Desperation
Author: mr_mercutio
Recipient: sugareey
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Word Count: ~ 5,200
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: It is five hours until the end of the world, and Draco has decided to go in search of Harry Potter.
Warnings: Kinda sorta AU-ish from the end of the Battle of Hogwarts on
Author's Notes: Dear sugareey, I had originally intended to write you something much smuttier with more of your kinks in it; plot ended up getting in the way. I hope nevertheless you still enjoy this. This was very heavily inspired by the film Last Night, so please forgive the similarities between the fic and the film. They are intended as an homage.
It is five hours until the end of the world, and Draco has decided to go in search of Harry Potter. One would think it would be easy enough to find the bastard, since this whole mess is his fault, but no one seems to know where he is. Draco has even swallowed his pride and Flooed the Weasley hovel, not really expecting anyone to tell him anything but needing to exhaust every resource. Surprisingly the only ones there had been the dragon tamer and the twin that didn't die, and they were so drunk they didn't seem to know who Draco was. Despite this fortunate state of events, they hadn't known where Potter had taken himself away to, and so Draco had been left back at square one.
"Why do you even care so much?" Blaise asked when Draco announced his intentions. He, Blaise, had been packing a small case with the remaining liquor his mother had left, and making ready to hit the road with Theodore. Draco hadn't bothered to answer the question, and Blaise hadn't pushed it. They said their goodbyes quickly, without tears, and Draco watched as the two of them climbed into that Muggle contraption Theodore called a car. As they drove away, Draco had found Blaise's wand lying on the veranda. He almost ran after them to let them know, but then he thought better of it. It didn't really matter anymore, anyway.
In the end it is Mother who comes through, as always. Draco had never known that she had a magic mirror, and had he found out before now he probably would have laughed at it, imagining her standing in front of it asking where someone fairer than her was hiding out in the land and setting out to kill him, or her, or it. Now, though, it is everything he needs, providing of course that it works like it's supposed to, which is always an uncertainty these days with any magic thing, and that Potter hasn't done something stupid like going someplace Unplottable or hidden.
He tries to thank her, but she just twists her lips in that curious smile she's had since the day Father didn't come home, and Draco knows that saying 'thank you' would just break her apart.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" he asks her, hoping dreadfully that she won't change her mind and keep him there with her. He's been dreading this since they found out, dreading having to be there with her at the end and watch her break down as the hours dwindle away to nothing. It would be too much for them both, but she might not know that and he can't bear to tell her no if she desperately wants a yes.
"No," she says simply, taking his hand in hers and kissing the palm. "Your aunt is here. That will be enough for us both." Andromeda places a gentle hand on Mother's shoulder, and Draco knows now that he'd be in the way if he stayed. Andromeda can't bear to look at children anymore, even grown-up ones like Draco, and he supposes he can't blame her.
He walks away from them with the mirror tucked under one arm, knowing that Mother is watching him go. He has never realized how much he would miss the night until now, when he has no cover of darkness to slip away in.