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notworthyHP, Harry/Draco
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getaway_machine, cause... yeah. She's one of the few I will write this couple for anymore.
Title taken from Breathe by Anna Nalick.
It’s two in the morning, and Harry is still awake.
He’s not used to anyone sleeping in the same bed with him yet. Ginny and he never got that far in their relationship. Somehow though, he and Malfoy went further than what he had ever really imagined with Ginny.
Draco is sleeping peacefully. It’s a deep sleep- Harry could kill him now, if he wanted to. He should- the mark on Draco’s arm mocks, as if it’s daring Harry to do anything about its presence in his bedroom. Harry’s wand is under his pillow, and it would be so easy, so quick.
He won’t. He never will, because last night, Draco could have done the same. Fuck him into exhaustion, and drag him to Voldemort. Harry wonders why he didn’t.
He drifts into a dreamless, but restless sleep.
Two thirty, Harry is still awake and Draco is stirring. He makes a soft groan that can only be associated with sleep.
Harry lets his mind wander- was Bill okay, how long it would take Ron and Hermione to find him, if Tonks was making Remus truly happy. He doesn’t want to think about Draco, and why he is still here.
Two thirty three. Draco moves in closer, his arm going around Harry’s waist.
He thinks for a moment, that the Dark Mark burns him. Like Voldemort is calling them both, even though Harry knows it’s impossible. His scar would be the telltale sign, and it would have woken up Draco.
Two thirty five.
He wonders how many Draco has killed. He has no delusions that Voldemort would have told him not to. He wonders who’s blood has been smeared onto his body, and it makes him want to vomit. He wonders if Draco enjoyed it, but he doesn’t think he does.
Snape was the one to kill Dumbledore, after all, not Draco.
Two forty.
He will forget all of this, he knows. Draco will be gone by six, only to return again at midnight. Harry often wonders if the next night will be- no.
He can’t let there be a next night. This has to end.
Three in the morning and Harry is still awake. He knows he won’t be getting any sleep anytime soon.
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getaway_machine, cause... yeah. She's one of the few I will write this couple for anymore.Title taken from Breathe by Anna Nalick.
It’s two in the morning, and Harry is still awake.
He’s not used to anyone sleeping in the same bed with him yet. Ginny and he never got that far in their relationship. Somehow though, he and Malfoy went further than what he had ever really imagined with Ginny.
Draco is sleeping peacefully. It’s a deep sleep- Harry could kill him now, if he wanted to. He should- the mark on Draco’s arm mocks, as if it’s daring Harry to do anything about its presence in his bedroom. Harry’s wand is under his pillow, and it would be so easy, so quick.
He won’t. He never will, because last night, Draco could have done the same. Fuck him into exhaustion, and drag him to Voldemort. Harry wonders why he didn’t.
He drifts into a dreamless, but restless sleep.
Two thirty, Harry is still awake and Draco is stirring. He makes a soft groan that can only be associated with sleep.
Harry lets his mind wander- was Bill okay, how long it would take Ron and Hermione to find him, if Tonks was making Remus truly happy. He doesn’t want to think about Draco, and why he is still here.
Two thirty three. Draco moves in closer, his arm going around Harry’s waist.
He thinks for a moment, that the Dark Mark burns him. Like Voldemort is calling them both, even though Harry knows it’s impossible. His scar would be the telltale sign, and it would have woken up Draco.
Two thirty five.
He wonders how many Draco has killed. He has no delusions that Voldemort would have told him not to. He wonders who’s blood has been smeared onto his body, and it makes him want to vomit. He wonders if Draco enjoyed it, but he doesn’t think he does.
Snape was the one to kill Dumbledore, after all, not Draco.
Two forty.
He will forget all of this, he knows. Draco will be gone by six, only to return again at midnight. Harry often wonders if the next night will be- no.
He can’t let there be a next night. This has to end.
Three in the morning and Harry is still awake. He knows he won’t be getting any sleep anytime soon.
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Date: 2005-07-29 06:52 am (UTC)Still. This was wonderful, and eee, thank you! ::hug::
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Date: 2005-07-30 01:52 am (UTC)Not so much I don't like writing them anymore-it's more of an at the moment thing, cause I go back and forth between loving this pairing and hating it.
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Date: 2005-07-31 04:56 am (UTC)i love it. i love your work. i love you.
<3
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Date: 2005-07-31 05:05 pm (UTC)