sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-09-13 00:02:00 |
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Current mood: | calm |
Current music: | The Goo Goo Dolls: Can't Let It Go |
Entry tags: | summer challenge |
Grey
Original poster: sugareey
Title: Grey
Author: sugareey
Rating: R
Word Count: 9, 445
Summary: Draco remembers a lot. He's just having a hard time accepting it so he can move on.
Disclaimer: Not mine. However, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: Angst. Handjobs. Unrequited love, or whatever you call it. Post-HBP.
A/N: Betaed by cursedinsanity. This is for the Summer Challenge. I also promise this doesn't end as badly as you think. If it's a bit choppy...blame my uni. They give too much hw. Anyway, cheers!
It’s raining for the seventh day in a row and there is no end in sight. At least that’s how Draco feels each morning he wakes up. Every time he opens his eyes, he makes sure to look through the window, which either lets in bright sunlight, or else shows the gloomy reflection staring back at him. Right now, he’s glancing at himself again. It makes him hate the rain a whole lot more.
Groaning, Draco turns onto his side, pulling the covers over his head so he can’t see anything. He wants to sleep in for the day, without any interruptions. He wants peace. But when something pokes his side, he knows he won’t have that today. Draco pulls the blanket tighter around his body, refusing to get up from bed. He’s being poked again and again, and by the fifth time, he can’t take it anymore.
“What the hell do you want?” he finally snarls, not bothering to remove the blanket off of himself.
“C’mon. Get up, Malfoy. We have things to do.”
“Like what?”
“Do we have to go through this again?”
“Enlighten me.”
“More Order stuff,” is the response before Draco feels his safety blanket slip away from his grasp. He feels exposed, despite the fact he does have pyjama bottoms on. Then again, he has no shirt, meaning the scars on his chest are visible. Sitting up, Draco glances down before running a finger along one of them. It’s smooth.
He does this every so often, just to check that he’s still alive…that so far, he has survived. It’s the only proof he has that he made it on his own. Almost. Because he knows he owes it to Potter, who is now curiously staring at him. Draco doesn’t have to look up to know that. He can feel it. But if it weren’t for Potter, he could be dead. Or else in the hands of the Dark Lord. Personally, Draco would have preferred death. It would have been easier on his part.
So when he looks up to meet Potter’s gaze, he gives him a tight smile before smoothing his finger over the scar again. Potter smiles back hesitantly before scratching his head. It looks like he wants to say something but he doesn’t. Draco shrugs, running a hand through his hair. He waits for Potter to elaborate but there is only silence. Potter still feels guilty. Just when Draco decides to walk to the bathroom though…
“Kingsley and Moody want you down in five minutes, ‘kay?”
“What?” asks Draco, raising an eyebrow.
“Five minutes, Malfoy. You know how important this is.”
“I’m not stupid, Potter.”
“I didn’t say you were—”
But Draco doesn’t hear the rest of Potter’s sentence as he slams the bathroom door behind him. He needs a shower if he wants to make himself look presentable. The Order is trusting him, and he can’t let them think he’s scum, now can he? Yes, a shower would do.
Make that ten more minutes of waiting, Potter, Draco muses as he turns the water on. Sometimes he wonders why he bothers. What’s the point? He still doesn’t know the answer yet.