sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-03-22 17:10:00 |
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Original poster: restunwritten
Title: Patterns
Author: restunwritten
Rating: PG (?)
Word count: 316
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: #45 Whatever Gets You Through the Night (and a little bit of #44-the Letter P)
Disclaimer: They certainly don’t belong to me.
Author’s Note: This is my first time in this community so I would appreciate constructive criticism!
There was something utterly soothing about pacing through darkened halls, the wind whipping against the stones of the castle. One last winter fit before spring took over. The lion would eventually yield to the lamb. For some odd reason or another.
Lions. Not that he was thinking of that house. No, rather he avoided thinking about hurried shags as one particular lion took what he wanted and left. It wasn’t a bad arrangement; it wasn’t like he actually got anything out of it but a quick, maybe cheap, thrill. It wasn’t like he had actually felt anything in years other than the biting cold.
He ran his hand along the stone, closing his eyes. Deep breath in, a couple counts out.
“You must be affection starved or something.” His head snapped up, grey eyes suddenly, and terribly, alert. The source of the comment sat on a ledge, looking out through a deep-set window; green eyes suddenly meeting his own.
“Whatever—“
“Gets you through the night?”
“What did you say?” One H. Potter slid off the ledge.
“Whatever gets you through the night.” The lion’s voice was not unkind. Not harsh like he was particularly used to but when he took a step closer, he still took one back. “I’m not mocking you; I—“ He looked around awkwardly before continuing. “You trace patterns on the walls as if you are tracing patterns on a lover’s skin; I trace patterns through the stars in a feeble attempt to guide my own destiny. All we’re trying to do is make some sort of connection, some sort of map.”
Draco Malfoy had finally regained his blessed composure. “How profound of you, Potter.”
The lion took a step closer again, raising his hand to brush a few stray blond hairs from his eyes. “I’ve learned from the best.”
He smiled a little, didn’t flinch.
Not this time; not likely ever again.