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legomymalfoy's A Very Harry Halloween Challlenge.
Challenge details are:
1. Your Characters (Alive or... dead)
2. Your Setting (Castle, Graveyard, Haunted House, Dungeon, Forest, Afterlife)
3.Your Theme (Lust, Pride, Anger, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Envy) - OR - (faith, hope, charity, fortitude, justice, temperance, prudence)
4. Wordcount between 500 - 1000 words.
So here are the details:
Title: A Halloween Feast
Rating: R-ish
Wordcount: 984
Pairing: H/D (alive)
Setting: Hogwarts Castle
Theme: Faith, Hope, Charity, Fortitude, Justice, Temperance, Prudence but mainly Faith and Hope
Summary: A task must be completed. Lives were at stake. Time is running out.
Warnings: Angst (a semi-common warning for me anymore), Fluff (seems mildly incongruous but yeah, it's in there), Slash (duh)
Spoilers: All the way through HBP.
As always, concrit welcomed with open arms.
He could hear the Feast going on down in the Great Hall. No one knew he was here. More importantly, no one could know he was here. Sneaking further into Hogwarts, the boy, nee the man, stuck to the corners under his invisibility cloak, afraid that one of his former compatriots would see him.
He had to get up to the Room of Requirement. He had to have hope that he would finish his task. There was too much riding on it, too many lives, his own included.
The laughter and clinking of silverware and dishes echoed in the stairwell and for a brief moment, he thought back to other Halloween Feasts. He remembered staring across the room at his nemesis. No, he corrected himself, best not to go down that path. He remembered sitting at his House table surrounded by friends.
Was it only just last year?
Was it only that brief of a time?
Where did his childhood go?
Again, he pulled his thoughts away from the morose past. It was better to only focus on his task.
Desperation fueled his hurried stride as he rushed along the hallways. Now that he was away from the Great Hall, he could finally hurry with little fear that he would get caught. The torches sputtered in the wake of his dash up the stairs, through the hallways until, finally, pacing three times in front of the space for the doorway.
I need to complete my task.
I need to complete my task.
I need to complete, there, the doorway. The thoughts ricocheted in his desperate mind. He had to stay strong; he had to have faith. Again, his brain circled back to confrontations. Malfoy means bad faith. Best not to think about anything other than his task right now.
Immediately after the door appeared, he whipped into the room only to stop suddenly at the sight of the occupant.
"What are you doing here?!" He demanded.
"I have to stop you." The words were resigned and quiet.
"You can't. It's too late." There was a desperate strength to his pledge.
"I have to try." The man looked at the intruder and shook his head. A melancholy smile graced his lips before he went back to his emotionless mask.
"It's too late." A whispered statement that could have been taken for a plea for help.
"It's never too late. Please, let me try." The intruder stalked across the room until he was standing before the man. "Please." In that one word, there was faith and hope, fortitude and strength, charity and justice, temperance and prudence. As the man started to shake his head forlornly, the intruder cupped his chin and lowered his lips. After an all-too-brief press of lips, the intruder raised his head.
"Dumbledore refused to give up on you and so do I. When are you going to realize that you're worth saving?"
"It's not that easy. I'm in too deep, too many lives are relying on me."
"Draco, we can help you. You have to realize that. You will never be good enough and he'll keep demanding that you prove yourself. You have to realize that Voldemort is going to kill you eventually."
"That can't be true." Draco almost sobbed out the words.
"It is and you know it. I rely on you, you know. My life might not be in your hands but my heart is. We've wasted so much time as it is. Please, Draco, I'm not asking you to confess love for me. All I'm asking is that you think like the Slytherin you are. Voldemort treats you worse than a house elf. You're an errand boy for him. You will always be a slave to him." The blond turned his head away from the caressing hand and he walked to the corner that held the prize he sought. With an angry swirl of his cape, he turned around to face the intruder once more.
"Like I wouldn't be a slave to your side? Like I wouldn't be treated like an errand boy there? You say that you can protect my mother, Harry, but you can't protect yourself let alone anyone else. Your Order members are being picked off, one by one. You don't think that if the Dark Lord can get to Lupin and Weasley, that he can't get to you? Think, Potter, for fuck's sake, think!"
"I am thinking, Draco. I'm thinking about you being put under Cruciatus for failing a task. I'm thinking about you being tortured. I'm thinking about your home being invaded. I'm thinking about the stolen time we have. Fuck, Draco, I'm thinking about you, always about you. I haven't really concentrated on anything other than you since that night in Wales. I can't think about anything but you." Harry approached Draco once more.
This time, though, when he reached Draco, he dropped to his knees in front of him. With a steady hand, he reached out and grabbed Draco's where it clutched his wand. Harry dragged the resisting hand until the wand pointed right at his head.
"I can't do this any longer." Harry kept eye contact with Draco as the wand trembled just inside Harry's field of vision. As the moment dragged on, the wand shook and shivered until it dropped along with the body.
"I can't, you know I can't. Why won't you just leave me for him?" The words were pinched out as tears filled those slate grey eyes.
"I love you." The words were said so simply as Harry leaned forward to press his lips against Draco's. With muffled cries, the men pulled at each other's mouth, as if they could suck the other's soul into their hearts.
As the men kissed and caressed, Rowena Ravenclaw's missing wand sat in a box in the corner. It waited patiently for them to remember their tasks and discover another Horcrux.
ETA: Edited due to wordiness.
legomymalfoy's A Very Harry Halloween Challlenge.Challenge details are:
1. Your Characters (Alive or... dead)
2. Your Setting (Castle, Graveyard, Haunted House, Dungeon, Forest, Afterlife)
3.Your Theme (Lust, Pride, Anger, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Envy) - OR - (faith, hope, charity, fortitude, justice, temperance, prudence)
4. Wordcount between 500 - 1000 words.
So here are the details:
Title: A Halloween Feast
Rating: R-ish
Wordcount: 984
Pairing: H/D (alive)
Setting: Hogwarts Castle
Theme: Faith, Hope, Charity, Fortitude, Justice, Temperance, Prudence but mainly Faith and Hope
Summary: A task must be completed. Lives were at stake. Time is running out.
Warnings: Angst (a semi-common warning for me anymore), Fluff (seems mildly incongruous but yeah, it's in there), Slash (duh)
Spoilers: All the way through HBP.
As always, concrit welcomed with open arms.
He could hear the Feast going on down in the Great Hall. No one knew he was here. More importantly, no one could know he was here. Sneaking further into Hogwarts, the boy, nee the man, stuck to the corners under his invisibility cloak, afraid that one of his former compatriots would see him.
He had to get up to the Room of Requirement. He had to have hope that he would finish his task. There was too much riding on it, too many lives, his own included.
The laughter and clinking of silverware and dishes echoed in the stairwell and for a brief moment, he thought back to other Halloween Feasts. He remembered staring across the room at his nemesis. No, he corrected himself, best not to go down that path. He remembered sitting at his House table surrounded by friends.
Was it only just last year?
Was it only that brief of a time?
Where did his childhood go?
Again, he pulled his thoughts away from the morose past. It was better to only focus on his task.
Desperation fueled his hurried stride as he rushed along the hallways. Now that he was away from the Great Hall, he could finally hurry with little fear that he would get caught. The torches sputtered in the wake of his dash up the stairs, through the hallways until, finally, pacing three times in front of the space for the doorway.
I need to complete my task.
I need to complete my task.
I need to complete, there, the doorway. The thoughts ricocheted in his desperate mind. He had to stay strong; he had to have faith. Again, his brain circled back to confrontations. Malfoy means bad faith. Best not to think about anything other than his task right now.
Immediately after the door appeared, he whipped into the room only to stop suddenly at the sight of the occupant.
"What are you doing here?!" He demanded.
"I have to stop you." The words were resigned and quiet.
"You can't. It's too late." There was a desperate strength to his pledge.
"I have to try." The man looked at the intruder and shook his head. A melancholy smile graced his lips before he went back to his emotionless mask.
"It's too late." A whispered statement that could have been taken for a plea for help.
"It's never too late. Please, let me try." The intruder stalked across the room until he was standing before the man. "Please." In that one word, there was faith and hope, fortitude and strength, charity and justice, temperance and prudence. As the man started to shake his head forlornly, the intruder cupped his chin and lowered his lips. After an all-too-brief press of lips, the intruder raised his head.
"Dumbledore refused to give up on you and so do I. When are you going to realize that you're worth saving?"
"It's not that easy. I'm in too deep, too many lives are relying on me."
"Draco, we can help you. You have to realize that. You will never be good enough and he'll keep demanding that you prove yourself. You have to realize that Voldemort is going to kill you eventually."
"That can't be true." Draco almost sobbed out the words.
"It is and you know it. I rely on you, you know. My life might not be in your hands but my heart is. We've wasted so much time as it is. Please, Draco, I'm not asking you to confess love for me. All I'm asking is that you think like the Slytherin you are. Voldemort treats you worse than a house elf. You're an errand boy for him. You will always be a slave to him." The blond turned his head away from the caressing hand and he walked to the corner that held the prize he sought. With an angry swirl of his cape, he turned around to face the intruder once more.
"Like I wouldn't be a slave to your side? Like I wouldn't be treated like an errand boy there? You say that you can protect my mother, Harry, but you can't protect yourself let alone anyone else. Your Order members are being picked off, one by one. You don't think that if the Dark Lord can get to Lupin and Weasley, that he can't get to you? Think, Potter, for fuck's sake, think!"
"I am thinking, Draco. I'm thinking about you being put under Cruciatus for failing a task. I'm thinking about you being tortured. I'm thinking about your home being invaded. I'm thinking about the stolen time we have. Fuck, Draco, I'm thinking about you, always about you. I haven't really concentrated on anything other than you since that night in Wales. I can't think about anything but you." Harry approached Draco once more.
This time, though, when he reached Draco, he dropped to his knees in front of him. With a steady hand, he reached out and grabbed Draco's where it clutched his wand. Harry dragged the resisting hand until the wand pointed right at his head.
"I can't do this any longer." Harry kept eye contact with Draco as the wand trembled just inside Harry's field of vision. As the moment dragged on, the wand shook and shivered until it dropped along with the body.
"I can't, you know I can't. Why won't you just leave me for him?" The words were pinched out as tears filled those slate grey eyes.
"I love you." The words were said so simply as Harry leaned forward to press his lips against Draco's. With muffled cries, the men pulled at each other's mouth, as if they could suck the other's soul into their hearts.
As the men kissed and caressed, Rowena Ravenclaw's missing wand sat in a box in the corner. It waited patiently for them to remember their tasks and discover another Horcrux.
ETA: Edited due to wordiness.
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Date: 2005-10-14 04:50 am (UTC)i have to admit i'm a little confused by the last paragraph...is that what draco came to finish?
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Date: 2005-10-14 04:57 pm (UTC)I was afraid the last bit was wordy and confusing and you proved me correct. I changed it so hopefully it's not nearly as confusing.
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Date: 2005-11-05 05:14 am (UTC)