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My darling Lady! Look alive!
For: My beloved Lady Mystagic, my wife (but not that left foot of hers!), my partner in crime and junkie of my smut dealing.
Prompt: A dream I had
Word count: 2,712
Warnings: Blood, death, forthcoming war, slightly cross-over, possibly slightly AU (an alternative book 6), students climbing on tables, obsessive love, sexy!goth!Slytherins and young men with knives ^_~
Parings: Harry/Draco, Seffryn/???, random Slytherins/Gryffindor
Comments: Snape needs to get laid – he is an angry git. This is written simply because the dream was simple – there isn’t anymore to say.
Feedback: would be very nice indeed.
He had begun to dream in green light – faces vanished behind flares of glowing verdant or emerald fires. There had been many deaths – but then again it was a war, which still didn’t prepare Harry for seeing people he cared about lost forever. So many faces all blurred and smeared like portraits touched by rain. Names were getting vague – Dennis Creavy had been the latest victim he remembered, remembered Colin curling up against him crying like a child (which Harry recalled he was with a sharp start) before wiping his pale face and declaring he would fight.
Dennis stared at Harry in his dreams – a harsh, reproachful look that slide into tears – and Sirius moving forward from a crowd of faces to him – reaching forward, seeking contact – and he jerked awake.
~~~
Snape was still among their numbers and was teaching them Dark Arts in a dungeon somewhere – nobody knew it’s exact location as all students of Hogwarts had to Apparate to it’s location – ‘for their own safety’ was the official line.
It didn’t matter to Harry. His desire to destroy Snape for what he had done to his parents and Sirius was only out-stripped by his desire to finish Voldemort and end the war for good.
This day in the dungeon, the three of them were only one bench from the front, in which sat Neville (bandaged up from a recent attack), Ginny, Luna and Colin, the next row of benches over were students, friends and new transfers and – far in the corner of the damp-reeking hole of a classroom, were the remaining Slytherins. Most had been devastated by all the death and turned away from the Dark Lord and his hollow promises of immunity from the war. The school had become an army in the wake of loss – thus the extra Defence lessons.
Snape was lecturing or, as Ron called it, ‘spouting off as usual’. Harry barely paid attention, twirling his quill between his fingers and longing for a broomstick and a good Quiddich match to play, away from the musty stale air of the room. It was only once Hermione nudged Harry with her wand that Harry paid attention to what they were being told.
“The Evil Eye charms – usually found in bracelets and necklaces – are well-known amongst the Muggle society for much the same reason as the wizarding community know them – for protection against spells and evil. However, what Muggles do not know as they wear them as mere holiday trinkets, is that there are more to Evil Eyes. Evil Eyes generally come in pairs –”
“– as eyes tend to do,” Harry snorted and there was a sudden outburst of laughter. Snape sneered and spat,
“-Be quiet Mr. Potter,” before continuing as if nothing had happened, “in order to add protection to their twins, forming – for lack of a better term – a barrier. The twinned eyes also have a form in sentience in that if one half is moved away, the other will follow the direction of which its twin has gone.”
Harry shrugged his necklace out of his shirt (for all the students had been given the Evil Eye charms for their own safety) and then, eyeing the bracelet on his left wrist sceptically, lifted his arm out and towards Ron. To his amazement, the almost-blind blue Eye bead swirled in confusion for a minute before swivelling in the exact direction the other Eye had gone.
“It’s TRUE!” Harry shouted and everyone turned and laughed as Ron smacked his hand, causing the necklace-Eye to bob up and down in a mimicry of its twin’s action. Even Hermione allowed herself a small, stifled giggle at this display.
“Thank you Mr. Potter – I’m glad to see you are amused so easily.” Snape sneered, evidently displeased at the second interruption to his class. Frankly, Harry couldn’t have given a flying fuck.
“Oh I am Sir,” he echoed Snape’s earlier mocking tone, “but please – continue.”
“Very well. As you have brought to the attention of the class, the Eyes do move – as I have said. However, it is not just on charms that this has been seen before, is it? Who else has such a charm?”
“Mad-Eye Moody.” Harry said, raising an eyebrow. Everyone knew about Mad-Eye’s eye – the clue was in the name.
“Well done, Mr. Potter. Alastor Moody’s eye was lost during the first war and he fashioned a new eye with the same magicks of the Evil Eyes, which is why his eye swivels as though of it’s own accord–”
“Jennifer has a story about Mad-Eye’s eye, don’t you?” Harry interrupted again, ignoring the dark glare sent his way and instead focusing his attention on the girl beside him in the next row. She grinned, flicking her pink hair out of her eyes and said in barely disguised amusement,
“Why, indeed I do Scar Boy! It is a story of great amusement to all who hear it!” she declared in her best Trelawney voice (which was extremely accurate) before leaping out of her seat and up onto the table. Several students cried out, others laughed and there was a harsh “get now, NOW, Miss Ritchie” from Snape, who was ignored.
Giving a sweeping bow to the whole of the room, Jenni straightened and, wrapping her cloak around her as if she were a vampire, began.
“It was a dark and stormy night – late one sunny July evening…”
She told the tale in her typically extravagant manner, gesturing and changing her voice as the tale progressed as Harry half-listened. His attention was more on the rest of the room, skimming over the students before turning towards the Slytherins only to find the wide, grave eyes of Draco Malfoy staring into his.
~~~
Ron had found a new, all-consuming love for Tennis as they hide among Muggles and was constantly dragging Harry to the nearby courts for a game and this particular day had been no exception – both were dressed in pristine white gear and walking up the road back into town. Ron was on one side of the road whilst Harry, flanked by the twins, was on the other side. They hit a few practice shots to each other before it hit them that they were firing over cars. A whole road jammed with cars – the traffic sitting stationary in an attempt to leave the town.
Fred and George wound their arms around Harry’s waist and trailed their hands up and down his arms as they cooed and whispered what they wanted to do to Harry after the War was over when Ron shouted at them to stop molesting his best mate.
“Didn’t know you could do that with a wand.” Harry muttered, blushing at the thought and at how the twins seemed to be touching all of his sensitive spots at once. The road began to split – one path leading up a hill and the other heading further into town and the nearby petrol station. The twins licked a side of Harry’s face each – causing Harry to blush an even deeper shade of red – before untangling themselves, shouting their goodbyes and explaining they had been stationed up the hill for the battle.
He heard Ron mutter “perverts the both of them – you should have heard the two of them at night! It’s a wonder I got any sleep before I went to Hogwarts.”
Furiously trying to ignore the flood of images of the twins wrapped around each other, Harry called Ron over. They continued their walk to the petrol station – an ordinary sized one with a huge, semicircular wall enclosing the shop part. As they got closer they could see waving arms and a group of people all positioned on the wall – shouting their greetings and friendly abuse to the pair.
“I didn’t know you’d all be here.” Harry laughed at his friends before noticing the large gathering of Slytherin students against the wall. Dozens of black-lined eyes turned to him and he knew what a hunted animal must have felt like. The Slytherins were all frowning moodily at him although there were several friendly greetings aimed in his direction – every one of them decked out in skin-tight leather, fishnet and P.V.C outfits accompanied by shining silver trinkets and ornaments. He even noticed Blaise had his nose pierced and wished he didn’t think it was so hot.
“Why are you all here?” he asked, suddenly confused. “And why are you all dressed like that?”
“Muggle Goth wear – it’s a disguise for us.” Blaise drawled, licking his lips. “We’ve all to leave. You-Know…Voldemort is apparently on to us and is preparing to send Death Eaters after us to remove what your friend Lupin charmingly called ‘the rogue element.’ We have to leave tonight.”
“But – where will you go?”
“We don’t know. Members of the Order are going to meet us and escort us to a club first – we’ll Apparate from there.” Pansy Parkinson muttered, chewing on her lip. Harry nodded and noticed the concern on the faces of everyone gathered – even those who had declared their hate for Slytherin.
“But…you have parents that are Death Eaters!” Ron cried out in horror and then winced at the response from the group. Blaise laughed humourlessly.
“Apparently that doesn’t matter.”
“What about Dra– Malfoy?” Harry asked, concern ripping his chest to shreds. Several people gestured to the door of the station – which he now noted was abandoned except for them – and, with great timing, Draco sauntered out behind several other students.
Harry thought he might have melted. The fair boy was dressed (although Harry felt more poured) in tight black trousers and a fully open dark shirt with black wristbands. His eyes were outlined in kohl, like the others, which only served to make his pale eyes even brighter and more startling against the black.
In order to distract attention from his now painfully hard cock, Harry started talking to the group as they waited for the escort. The talk – despite being wrought with the typical filthy comments of teenagers and the echoing laughter – was marred by the possibility of never seeing these people again and the threat of pain and death hanging over them. However, this discourages none of the gathering – instead they did their best to smooth over this possibility – talking about the future and music and OWLs and NEWTs and finishing school without dwelling on the darker side of the conversation.
The sky began to darken – streetlights came on and several pairs of the group began to vanish around the side of the building, leading to catcalls and jeering. It wasn’t long before Remus, Moody and Shacklebolt all appeared with the usual crack of Apparition, casting sharp glances around them.
“It’s time to go.” Remus said softly and there was a start that rippled through the crew on the walls into the Slytherins gathered. The other students leapt off the walls so everyone was on the ground and there was frantic hugging. Harry searched around him for Draco but found no sight of him. There was a lulling movement in the crowd that formed the tear in the group and then Harry saw him. There was a look on Draco’s face he had never seen – as if he was in some great pain – with eyes bright and lips down turned.
Harry threw himself through the gap of students into the centre of the Slytherin group – people parting as he approached – only for Draco to turn away. Seizing his wrist, Harry yanked Draco into a tight hug before words tumbled from his lips,
“Don’t look at me that way –you look like you’re going to die – that you’re leaving to go kill yourself – it’s not done yet – we’re going to fight to protect you – but you have to be safe, please, please, please, don’t do anything stupid – listen to the Order – don’t come near the battle – don’t put yourself in danger – Merlin, please don’t – ”
He coudn't meet Harry’s eyes but nodded obediently, like a child. For a moment Harry felt very small – as though he was lost in an ocean – before he kisses Draco.
He felt the slight stiffening of Draco’s back – and when did he become Draco instead of Malfoy? – before there are lips moving over his and a tongue in his mouth.
The Slytherins and the rest of the crew surge back together – like a healing wound – and laugh and jeer at the two kissing.
“Oh Blaise~! I can’t disguise my love for you any longer~!” Ron trills with an evil glint in his eyes before latching on to the Slytherin who chuckles against his lips and kisses back. Before Remus can object, there are random, often stupid declarations of love and cries of ‘my darling, let us never fight again!’ – Goyle composing a silly limerick for Luna who laughs – Hermione snogging Pansy Parkinson – Crabbe kissing Colin Creevy gently before Shacklebolt laughs, like the earth moving.
All of this is fundamentally unnoticed by Harry and Draco who have broken apart – whispering and rambling to each other in between kisses placed on the tips of noses and eyelids and cheeks and jawlines;
“Promise me you’ll be careful – listen to the Order – swear you’ll stay away from the Battle – oh God, swear to me Draco, please, please – promise me, promise – ”
“Of course – stop being an idiot – be careful – I promise, I promise – please be careful – don’t die on me – I’ll stay away if you promise you’ll live – swear it – swear it on your scar – ”
Harry fumbles away from Draco and unhooks the Evil Eye necklace, clasping it around the other’s neck, before kissing him again – frantically whispering
“this bonds us – you have my twin – this way I’m with you – I promise – I’ll be with you – we’re bonded – this will help us find each other again – I’m sorry – oh promise me – promise you won’t come find me if I fail – if I die – ”
“-I swear it, Harry, I swear.” Draco mutters back, kissing him again and again and again.
“Children! We need to get you away – the flares have gone up. The Death Eaters are on their way.” Remus’s voice interrupts them all – including several rather noisy couples against the wall – and there is stillness for heartbeats that don’t happen before everyone hugs again.
“Let’s go,” Moody grunts, leading the first group of Slytherins – hands slipping away from each other and cries from both sides to be safe as new and completely a different kind of frantic cries come from the shadows of the building.
“Oh Merlin, cut me MORE! Deeper! Yes!” groans a voice – a male voice as ripples of laughter break out. Remus snorts with undignified mirth.
“Fuck it Seffryn, why can’t you ever just sign your name in pen?” Blaise laughs as two bloody figures emerge from the shadows. The one with the knife – a lithe, serious looking young man – shakes his blood spattered green hair out of his mismatched green and red eyes (setting off a chain reaction of waves through his hair until it tapers off at his ankles) and smirks.
“It lasts longer this way.” He answers cheekily and kisses the other bloody boy – now recognisable as Ron – who fingers the signature across his chest. Seffryn presses his thumb into Ron’s cheek, leaving a smear of harsh red that hides a streak of freckles. Harry doesn’t know whether to cry out or be shocked – so he laughs.
The next group leaves with Shacklebolt – more farewells and cheery promises to see the others soon – before only a small number of Slytherins are left. Even then, Remus sighs after a few minutes – a purple shoot of stars cast over their heads – and moves away from the station.
“Time to go.” Several students - Blaise and Pansy and Seffryn and Draco included – trail at the end and the crew –all tightly pressed together as if to squash the pain from each other – wave and shout and wish them well; ‘see ya on the flip side, you sly bastards!’, ‘I’ll get you yet Granger! And your little otter too!’ ‘You’re a shit kisser Seamus!’ ‘So is your da!’
Draco seeks Harry’s eyes and he finds himself breathless again. He doesn’t know what to do – so he smiles brilliantly at Draco who smiles back and walks away.
Therefore,
donal, urbanelf and kabeyk, I'll be posting your fics tomorrow - after my interview (eehk!) My darling Lady! Look alive!
For: My beloved Lady Mystagic, my wife (but not that left foot of hers!), my partner in crime and junkie of my smut dealing.
Prompt: A dream I had
Word count: 2,712
Warnings: Blood, death, forthcoming war, slightly cross-over, possibly slightly AU (an alternative book 6), students climbing on tables, obsessive love, sexy!goth!Slytherins and young men with knives ^_~
Parings: Harry/Draco, Seffryn/???, random Slytherins/Gryffindor
Comments: Snape needs to get laid – he is an angry git. This is written simply because the dream was simple – there isn’t anymore to say.
Feedback: would be very nice indeed.
He had begun to dream in green light – faces vanished behind flares of glowing verdant or emerald fires. There had been many deaths – but then again it was a war, which still didn’t prepare Harry for seeing people he cared about lost forever. So many faces all blurred and smeared like portraits touched by rain. Names were getting vague – Dennis Creavy had been the latest victim he remembered, remembered Colin curling up against him crying like a child (which Harry recalled he was with a sharp start) before wiping his pale face and declaring he would fight.
Dennis stared at Harry in his dreams – a harsh, reproachful look that slide into tears – and Sirius moving forward from a crowd of faces to him – reaching forward, seeking contact – and he jerked awake.
~~~
Snape was still among their numbers and was teaching them Dark Arts in a dungeon somewhere – nobody knew it’s exact location as all students of Hogwarts had to Apparate to it’s location – ‘for their own safety’ was the official line.
It didn’t matter to Harry. His desire to destroy Snape for what he had done to his parents and Sirius was only out-stripped by his desire to finish Voldemort and end the war for good.
This day in the dungeon, the three of them were only one bench from the front, in which sat Neville (bandaged up from a recent attack), Ginny, Luna and Colin, the next row of benches over were students, friends and new transfers and – far in the corner of the damp-reeking hole of a classroom, were the remaining Slytherins. Most had been devastated by all the death and turned away from the Dark Lord and his hollow promises of immunity from the war. The school had become an army in the wake of loss – thus the extra Defence lessons.
Snape was lecturing or, as Ron called it, ‘spouting off as usual’. Harry barely paid attention, twirling his quill between his fingers and longing for a broomstick and a good Quiddich match to play, away from the musty stale air of the room. It was only once Hermione nudged Harry with her wand that Harry paid attention to what they were being told.
“The Evil Eye charms – usually found in bracelets and necklaces – are well-known amongst the Muggle society for much the same reason as the wizarding community know them – for protection against spells and evil. However, what Muggles do not know as they wear them as mere holiday trinkets, is that there are more to Evil Eyes. Evil Eyes generally come in pairs –”
“– as eyes tend to do,” Harry snorted and there was a sudden outburst of laughter. Snape sneered and spat,
“-Be quiet Mr. Potter,” before continuing as if nothing had happened, “in order to add protection to their twins, forming – for lack of a better term – a barrier. The twinned eyes also have a form in sentience in that if one half is moved away, the other will follow the direction of which its twin has gone.”
Harry shrugged his necklace out of his shirt (for all the students had been given the Evil Eye charms for their own safety) and then, eyeing the bracelet on his left wrist sceptically, lifted his arm out and towards Ron. To his amazement, the almost-blind blue Eye bead swirled in confusion for a minute before swivelling in the exact direction the other Eye had gone.
“It’s TRUE!” Harry shouted and everyone turned and laughed as Ron smacked his hand, causing the necklace-Eye to bob up and down in a mimicry of its twin’s action. Even Hermione allowed herself a small, stifled giggle at this display.
“Thank you Mr. Potter – I’m glad to see you are amused so easily.” Snape sneered, evidently displeased at the second interruption to his class. Frankly, Harry couldn’t have given a flying fuck.
“Oh I am Sir,” he echoed Snape’s earlier mocking tone, “but please – continue.”
“Very well. As you have brought to the attention of the class, the Eyes do move – as I have said. However, it is not just on charms that this has been seen before, is it? Who else has such a charm?”
“Mad-Eye Moody.” Harry said, raising an eyebrow. Everyone knew about Mad-Eye’s eye – the clue was in the name.
“Well done, Mr. Potter. Alastor Moody’s eye was lost during the first war and he fashioned a new eye with the same magicks of the Evil Eyes, which is why his eye swivels as though of it’s own accord–”
“Jennifer has a story about Mad-Eye’s eye, don’t you?” Harry interrupted again, ignoring the dark glare sent his way and instead focusing his attention on the girl beside him in the next row. She grinned, flicking her pink hair out of her eyes and said in barely disguised amusement,
“Why, indeed I do Scar Boy! It is a story of great amusement to all who hear it!” she declared in her best Trelawney voice (which was extremely accurate) before leaping out of her seat and up onto the table. Several students cried out, others laughed and there was a harsh “get now, NOW, Miss Ritchie” from Snape, who was ignored.
Giving a sweeping bow to the whole of the room, Jenni straightened and, wrapping her cloak around her as if she were a vampire, began.
“It was a dark and stormy night – late one sunny July evening…”
She told the tale in her typically extravagant manner, gesturing and changing her voice as the tale progressed as Harry half-listened. His attention was more on the rest of the room, skimming over the students before turning towards the Slytherins only to find the wide, grave eyes of Draco Malfoy staring into his.
~~~
Ron had found a new, all-consuming love for Tennis as they hide among Muggles and was constantly dragging Harry to the nearby courts for a game and this particular day had been no exception – both were dressed in pristine white gear and walking up the road back into town. Ron was on one side of the road whilst Harry, flanked by the twins, was on the other side. They hit a few practice shots to each other before it hit them that they were firing over cars. A whole road jammed with cars – the traffic sitting stationary in an attempt to leave the town.
Fred and George wound their arms around Harry’s waist and trailed their hands up and down his arms as they cooed and whispered what they wanted to do to Harry after the War was over when Ron shouted at them to stop molesting his best mate.
“Didn’t know you could do that with a wand.” Harry muttered, blushing at the thought and at how the twins seemed to be touching all of his sensitive spots at once. The road began to split – one path leading up a hill and the other heading further into town and the nearby petrol station. The twins licked a side of Harry’s face each – causing Harry to blush an even deeper shade of red – before untangling themselves, shouting their goodbyes and explaining they had been stationed up the hill for the battle.
He heard Ron mutter “perverts the both of them – you should have heard the two of them at night! It’s a wonder I got any sleep before I went to Hogwarts.”
Furiously trying to ignore the flood of images of the twins wrapped around each other, Harry called Ron over. They continued their walk to the petrol station – an ordinary sized one with a huge, semicircular wall enclosing the shop part. As they got closer they could see waving arms and a group of people all positioned on the wall – shouting their greetings and friendly abuse to the pair.
“I didn’t know you’d all be here.” Harry laughed at his friends before noticing the large gathering of Slytherin students against the wall. Dozens of black-lined eyes turned to him and he knew what a hunted animal must have felt like. The Slytherins were all frowning moodily at him although there were several friendly greetings aimed in his direction – every one of them decked out in skin-tight leather, fishnet and P.V.C outfits accompanied by shining silver trinkets and ornaments. He even noticed Blaise had his nose pierced and wished he didn’t think it was so hot.
“Why are you all here?” he asked, suddenly confused. “And why are you all dressed like that?”
“Muggle Goth wear – it’s a disguise for us.” Blaise drawled, licking his lips. “We’ve all to leave. You-Know…Voldemort is apparently on to us and is preparing to send Death Eaters after us to remove what your friend Lupin charmingly called ‘the rogue element.’ We have to leave tonight.”
“But – where will you go?”
“We don’t know. Members of the Order are going to meet us and escort us to a club first – we’ll Apparate from there.” Pansy Parkinson muttered, chewing on her lip. Harry nodded and noticed the concern on the faces of everyone gathered – even those who had declared their hate for Slytherin.
“But…you have parents that are Death Eaters!” Ron cried out in horror and then winced at the response from the group. Blaise laughed humourlessly.
“Apparently that doesn’t matter.”
“What about Dra– Malfoy?” Harry asked, concern ripping his chest to shreds. Several people gestured to the door of the station – which he now noted was abandoned except for them – and, with great timing, Draco sauntered out behind several other students.
Harry thought he might have melted. The fair boy was dressed (although Harry felt more poured) in tight black trousers and a fully open dark shirt with black wristbands. His eyes were outlined in kohl, like the others, which only served to make his pale eyes even brighter and more startling against the black.
In order to distract attention from his now painfully hard cock, Harry started talking to the group as they waited for the escort. The talk – despite being wrought with the typical filthy comments of teenagers and the echoing laughter – was marred by the possibility of never seeing these people again and the threat of pain and death hanging over them. However, this discourages none of the gathering – instead they did their best to smooth over this possibility – talking about the future and music and OWLs and NEWTs and finishing school without dwelling on the darker side of the conversation.
The sky began to darken – streetlights came on and several pairs of the group began to vanish around the side of the building, leading to catcalls and jeering. It wasn’t long before Remus, Moody and Shacklebolt all appeared with the usual crack of Apparition, casting sharp glances around them.
“It’s time to go.” Remus said softly and there was a start that rippled through the crew on the walls into the Slytherins gathered. The other students leapt off the walls so everyone was on the ground and there was frantic hugging. Harry searched around him for Draco but found no sight of him. There was a lulling movement in the crowd that formed the tear in the group and then Harry saw him. There was a look on Draco’s face he had never seen – as if he was in some great pain – with eyes bright and lips down turned.
Harry threw himself through the gap of students into the centre of the Slytherin group – people parting as he approached – only for Draco to turn away. Seizing his wrist, Harry yanked Draco into a tight hug before words tumbled from his lips,
“Don’t look at me that way –you look like you’re going to die – that you’re leaving to go kill yourself – it’s not done yet – we’re going to fight to protect you – but you have to be safe, please, please, please, don’t do anything stupid – listen to the Order – don’t come near the battle – don’t put yourself in danger – Merlin, please don’t – ”
He coudn't meet Harry’s eyes but nodded obediently, like a child. For a moment Harry felt very small – as though he was lost in an ocean – before he kisses Draco.
He felt the slight stiffening of Draco’s back – and when did he become Draco instead of Malfoy? – before there are lips moving over his and a tongue in his mouth.
The Slytherins and the rest of the crew surge back together – like a healing wound – and laugh and jeer at the two kissing.
“Oh Blaise~! I can’t disguise my love for you any longer~!” Ron trills with an evil glint in his eyes before latching on to the Slytherin who chuckles against his lips and kisses back. Before Remus can object, there are random, often stupid declarations of love and cries of ‘my darling, let us never fight again!’ – Goyle composing a silly limerick for Luna who laughs – Hermione snogging Pansy Parkinson – Crabbe kissing Colin Creevy gently before Shacklebolt laughs, like the earth moving.
All of this is fundamentally unnoticed by Harry and Draco who have broken apart – whispering and rambling to each other in between kisses placed on the tips of noses and eyelids and cheeks and jawlines;
“Promise me you’ll be careful – listen to the Order – swear you’ll stay away from the Battle – oh God, swear to me Draco, please, please – promise me, promise – ”
“Of course – stop being an idiot – be careful – I promise, I promise – please be careful – don’t die on me – I’ll stay away if you promise you’ll live – swear it – swear it on your scar – ”
Harry fumbles away from Draco and unhooks the Evil Eye necklace, clasping it around the other’s neck, before kissing him again – frantically whispering
“this bonds us – you have my twin – this way I’m with you – I promise – I’ll be with you – we’re bonded – this will help us find each other again – I’m sorry – oh promise me – promise you won’t come find me if I fail – if I die – ”
“-I swear it, Harry, I swear.” Draco mutters back, kissing him again and again and again.
“Children! We need to get you away – the flares have gone up. The Death Eaters are on their way.” Remus’s voice interrupts them all – including several rather noisy couples against the wall – and there is stillness for heartbeats that don’t happen before everyone hugs again.
“Let’s go,” Moody grunts, leading the first group of Slytherins – hands slipping away from each other and cries from both sides to be safe as new and completely a different kind of frantic cries come from the shadows of the building.
“Oh Merlin, cut me MORE! Deeper! Yes!” groans a voice – a male voice as ripples of laughter break out. Remus snorts with undignified mirth.
“Fuck it Seffryn, why can’t you ever just sign your name in pen?” Blaise laughs as two bloody figures emerge from the shadows. The one with the knife – a lithe, serious looking young man – shakes his blood spattered green hair out of his mismatched green and red eyes (setting off a chain reaction of waves through his hair until it tapers off at his ankles) and smirks.
“It lasts longer this way.” He answers cheekily and kisses the other bloody boy – now recognisable as Ron – who fingers the signature across his chest. Seffryn presses his thumb into Ron’s cheek, leaving a smear of harsh red that hides a streak of freckles. Harry doesn’t know whether to cry out or be shocked – so he laughs.
The next group leaves with Shacklebolt – more farewells and cheery promises to see the others soon – before only a small number of Slytherins are left. Even then, Remus sighs after a few minutes – a purple shoot of stars cast over their heads – and moves away from the station.
“Time to go.” Several students - Blaise and Pansy and Seffryn and Draco included – trail at the end and the crew –all tightly pressed together as if to squash the pain from each other – wave and shout and wish them well; ‘see ya on the flip side, you sly bastards!’, ‘I’ll get you yet Granger! And your little otter too!’ ‘You’re a shit kisser Seamus!’ ‘So is your da!’
Draco seeks Harry’s eyes and he finds himself breathless again. He doesn’t know what to do – so he smiles brilliantly at Draco who smiles back and walks away.
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:42 am (UTC)you've made a fool of everyoneyou've become an inspiration to me once again. Thanks, luvy!no subject
Date: 2005-08-11 01:43 am (UTC)He's just lucky I never uploaded that icon.
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Date: 2005-08-11 03:43 am (UTC)I might have a heart attack before you get to mine.
I was unable to help myself from whimpering in delight while reading this one.
OMFG. LOVE.
*hyperventilates*