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Harry Potter (lasthorcrux) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2014-09-26 19:50:00

Entry tags:

draco malfoy, harry potter

Who: Harry Potter & Draco Malfoy
What: Arrival! Harry teaching Draco about Phones. And teaches himself, because phones are a bit more advanced that he remembers. What are you, internet?
When: Friday evening
Where: The Graveyard
Rating: PG
Status: In Progress

Harry jolted, his hand twitching and tightening it's grip around the handle of the Elder Wand. He held his breath as his eyes opened and he saw -- stars, a night sky. There were no sounds of jinxes, of the fight between Death Eater and the students who stood to protect Hogwarts. There was no distant snake-like hiss. Voldemort was gone, and he was -- Potter wasn't sure where he was.

He tried to sit up, and suddenly became aware of the weight on his chest, pinning him to the ground, he twisted, trying to pull away and nearly smacked the back of his head on a century-old tombstone jutting out of the earth. He twisted his neck to look at the granite grave marker and then looked down at what had him against the ground. There, sprawled across him with his face down in a clump of blue-green moss was the white-head of a boy he'd probably recognise just about anywhere. "What in -- Shove off, Malfoy!"

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thewrongchoices
2014-09-27 12:41 am UTC (link)

Draco grunted, in no hurry to shove off or anywhere else. He planted one hand on what felt like someone's knee, hauled his face off the musty ground with a look somewhere between disgust and an incipient sneeze, and for one bleary moment occupied the very strange position of wondering whether he was more relieved or disappointed to discover that the chaos he'd left behind had, apparently, been a dream.

But then the words caught up to him, and that voice, and when he finally managed to grope his way to the ground and get his bearings - there was Potter, no more a dream than he ever was, with the usual gawky look on his face and those stupid glasses to tie it all together. Draco leapt to his feet at once and began brushing earth off his robes (never mind that they were pretty well singed).

"What have you done now?"

Relief was fast solidifying as his dominant reaction, although there was a kernel of guilt threatening to sprout somewhere underneath it all. Wherever he was, at least he wasn't there. When he turned his glare down on Potter, it wasn't with all the feeling and gusto he usually could rally to the occasion. "Don't tell me to shove off."

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lasthorcrux
2014-09-27 04:17 am UTC (link)

Harry rolled his eyes and propped himself up on both elbows. He would have sneered, probably, but his lip was too cracked (and sticky, apparently) to allow himself such a needless expression of distaste. He used the back of his sleeve to attempt to wide specks of mud from his glasses, really just succeeding in spreading it around, and got to his knees before using the stone to pull himself to his feet.

Everything hurt, every muscle in his body burned and his legs nearly gave out under his weight, which he hated only because Draco was the last person he wanted to have to witness this kind of out-of-sorts. He used the same sleep so scrap dried blood from the side of his mouth before straightening up and letting go of the stone.

"I haven't done anything." He said, half-heartedly reading the name on the headstone; glad it wasn't one that he recognised. If he'd woken up on Tom Riddle Sr.'s grave once again, he probably would have just called the whole thing quits. He'd seen it through to the bitter end, all of it. He wasn't about to go back to the start. "We were -- where are we?"

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