Harry James Potter (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bp_harry) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bp_off_camera,@ 2010-06-26 23:38:00 |
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PROMPT: Voldie/Jamie – precious
The beautiful young man was hanging from chains fastened at the dungeon wall, his pale skin riddled with angry red scars crisscrossing his chest. Some of them were still bleeding, others had healed. The young man was sweaty, naked, too tired to protest any longer, and too weak to put up much of a fight.
He’d certainly put up a fight to get here.
He walked over to the young man hanging on the wall, tracing his face with his finger. Tracing the scars when he’d finished with his face. He was beautiful. How had he not seen that before? How had he thought of killing him? There was no point. Not now. Not when everything was lost anyway and this was all that was left.
“My precious,” Jamie whispered to the man who had once been a Dark Lord. “That’s what you are now. My precious.”
PROMPT: Draco/Ginny - teaching Harry a lesson
She really did have freckles everywhere, Draco noted as he looked down at the Weasley-girl, sobbing into his pillow after a decision she couldn’t possibly make sense of. He didn’t offer comfort as he sat lazily leaning against the head of the bed, studying her with cold analytical eyes. He frowned at the sound she made.
“If you want a handkerchief conjure one up. My pillow is not an option, you’re making a mess,” he said sounding annoyed and slightly disgusted. Really they were done, couldn’t she get up and leave? Pleasure shouldn’t be mixed with tears, even if the pleasure wasn’t derived from the sex itself, but from the pleasure of taking what was someone else’s. He smirked at that thought. The only reason he’d worked to get her into his bed in the first place. That little bit of information, overheard by chance. Who would have thought that Potter had never plucked her. That she was still a virgin. How could he resist such a temptation, even if it had taken a slight dose of potion to get her to agree?
As she moved only to sob again, Draco sighed and pushed her from the bed. “We’re done, you’re outstaying your welcome,” he said, training his wand on her before she could draw hers. “What did you do to me?” she accused, but Draco only smiled. “Fucked you, in case your memory is failing you. Made you come twice too in case you don’t remember. Want the pensive view?” He smirked. “Now please, don’t make a mess of things. We fucked, it’s over, now go back to Gryffindor tower before the Carrows realises you’re not there.” He waited to sheet his wand until she was well and truly gone, then cast a cleaning spell on the pillow and the sheets before falling asleep.
Somewhere in a forest Harry sat staring at a map on the bed in his tent, wondering why Ginny’s dot was doing in the Slytherin common room.
PROMPT: Remus/Fenrir – Last Stand
The cell was cold and damp, as if the sea outside seeped into the rocks themselves, making sure it was never quite dry. Remus hated the place, hated visiting it but somehow he couldn’t stay away. It was his last stand, his last fight, the need to take back what had been taken.
Still now, months after it was over, he still woke at night with memories of the things Fenrir had made him do. The rapes, the feeling of Fenrir’s cock in his mouth and arse, the witnessed murders he couldn’t stop. He needed closure, he needed to do to Fenrir what he had done to him. Needed Fenrir to beg for mercy the way he’d not been able to do because he had to keep his cover. Maybe then the nightmares would stop?
A few minutes later (was it longer?) Greyback sat in the chair in front of him. Just as disgusting – but not nearly as threatening. He was worn out, skinny, his face sunken and hollow and the gleam in his eyes was gone. As Remus looked at him he knew he’d be able to make him beg, to suffer, but he knew something else too. He didn’t need to any more. This, right here, was worse than any punishment he could give him.
“You came, like a good pup,” Greyback said, hope in his voice. Remus almost answered, but refrained. He left, silent, making his last stand by leaving him to his fate and the Dementors of Azkaban.