miracle (miracle) wrote in harrylovesdraco, @ 2007-10-15 23:44:00 |
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Crazy epic Harry/Draco slash, 30 000 words and counting... second bit.
Original poster: haribobbin
¡EPIC FIC! Second bit.
The first bit can be found at my journal, here.
Title: I don't actually know, yet. This bit: "Wednesday"
Rating: R
Pairings: Harry/Draco (Y)
Disclaimer: No, I don't, unfortunately, own the characters.
Warnings: Well, slash, fairly obviously.
PS BIG LOVE TO MY BETA FLAY [tritschtratsch] WHO IS SUPA-AMAZING. Yeah.
And also Anemone, who we love.
PPS x-posted, yeah?
He left on the train the next day. I had nothing much to do all through the winter holidays, and often found myself unoccupied, staring blankly into space, thinking about him.
It was odd - there were things about him that didn’t quite… fit together.
He seemed to have two parts. There was one Malfoy that acted as if he was king of the world - confident, bored easily… it was how he acted most of the time, how he behaved when he was around everybody else… but, on its own, it seemed somehow hollow, like an empty shell. And then there was the one that I only caught glimpses of - insecure, childish and delicate, the one he seemed to have built the shell around. That’s what I hoped, anyway, and I convinced myself it made sense - the occasional flicker of doubt, or awkwardness - that was when his confident outer shell failed him. And though he maintained this confident personality most of the time, he wasn’t quite as invincible as he acted - it still had cracks where the light shone through.
That’s what I believed, anyway. It was all that made it bearable when he returned to school and continued to ignore me. I had so thought it would have changed, but he obviously didn’t want any change to be apparent to the outside world - he behaved the same as ever.
Or perhaps he just didn’t care.
We were still never together, never alone. We had always sat on different sides of the classroom, and neither of us tried to change it now.
Again it seemed unlikely that anything else would happen, but in one charms lesson we ended up, although on separate desks, nearby each other, after we both came in late. He didn’t speak to me, but in the middle of the lesson dropped his quill so he had to reach towards me to get it from the floor. When he straightened up, I realised he had stuck a folded paper note under my shoe. My heart raced, and I wanted to read it so much that any thoughts of work or spells were forgotten. I didn’t dare open it, not with everyone around, but the second the lesson ended I went to the toilets, locked the door, and fumbled to unfold the note as quickly as possible.
His handwriting was small, and neat, and the words were written carefully - it was just like him.
“Wednesday, 2 o’clock, Forbidden Forest,” it read.
My mind had gone blank - what day was it today? Monday. I had a free afternoon every Wednesday… did he know that? How did he know? I was pretty sure that he - like Hermione - had an Arithmancy lesson on Wednesday afternoons, but this was Malfoy. Maybe he cut class a lot. Is that the sort of thing he did? Or maybe he never did. Maybe this was going to be the first time, just for me.
I spent all Tuesday in a state of nervous excitement. It reached Wednesday lunchtime, and though I sat with Ron and Hermione in the great hall, I couldn’t eat anything, and spent the whole time idly pushing my food around my plate.
One-thirty. Too early to leave, but I couldn’t keep my mind on anything else, so I sat in the common room, just staring out of the window. Never had time moved quite so slowly; the twenty minutes that followed seemed like twenty years.
At eleven minutes to two I went downstairs, and out into the grounds.
It was February, but an unusually warm day, and the sun was shining. Everything was oddly perfect, slightly unreal. Suddenly I had reached the forest. I was here. This was it.
I was very nervous, and it occurred to me how vague the note was about the location - Would I even be able to find him?
There he was. He was leaning against a tree, arms folded, hair fluttering in the breeze, looking… beautiful. Just as pretty as always.
And then he saw me.
He smirked, spun round, and walked away from me into the forest. I stood for a minute, watching him, then followed him into the woods.
He kept going for a while – presumable to somewhere nobody would find us, but not so deep that it became dark. There was a patchwork of dappled sunlight shining down onto the leaves on the ground. He stood waiting for me between the tall trees.
I came up close to him, and we stood in silence, only inches apart, just... looking. I could see him licking his lips, I could see his neck, his exposed collarbones, I could see his chest moving up and down as he breathed and his hand tightening around his belt.
He leaned towards me so that our noses grazed together, and we wrapped our arms around each other. He pulled his hips in to meet mine so that we rubbed together, making me gasp loudly. At this, he giggled wickedly, and shoved his hand down the front of my jeans. I had to bite my lip to stop myself crying out, and, feeling slightly giddy, I lost my footing and stumbled backwards.
He was ready for that, though, and kept pushing me that back until he had me up against a tree. He removed his hand and kissed me gently on the lips. Then he pulled my jumper off over my head, and hurried to take off my shirt, too, ripping the buttons off as he went. He ran his hand down my chest and undid the button on my jeans, pulled down the zip, and then stopped.
He took a step back, breathing hard, and just for a second I was worried that he was going to stop, but then he gave a wide smile and turned me round. I stood still, unsure of what to do next, expecting him to lead the way... but nothing happened.
He sighed, and after a little while came towards me and hugged me from behind, so that his arms were around
my waist and his lips were by my neck.
"You're so..." he whispered, sliding his hands down my hips, pulling down my jeans and my underwear, "...innocent.” His voice was almost a growl now, and with that he bit down hard on my neck. This time I did cry out, and he laughed, and kissed me on the ear.
"Now..." he said playfully, in what was almost a growl, almost a purr, "bend over."
He stepped back and I heard him, too, unzipping his jeans.