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reenkaI just wrote this silly over-long drabble, initially for Aja's 1,000-commentathon, but then I realized I could post it and like, do that thing where I ask people to um-- fire away and request more drabbles. I'm in a writerly mood, but like... I don't want to write the things I -should- write.
So. Ask-- and like, gimme a pairing and/or kink and/or situation-- hopefully all three, since saying "H/D" isn't likely to inspire me-- and I'll do the best I can to comment back with a drabble-type-thing. I mean, I can't guarrantee anything, but.
Whee! Fun(?) Something like that.
Harry had never asked himself what he'd gotten into, because as long as they remained separate, he wasn't -in- anything.
As long as he didn't look back, Malfoy wasn't looking at him like he had a right to. And as long as he didn't fall asleep in the first place, he wouldn't hear the other's muffled whispers in the dark. "You're mine, Potter," he said, as if saying made it true.
Perhaps the first time Malfoy whispered this should have been Harry's clue to make a fast getaway, because Malfoys were notorious for clinging to what's theirs, but Harry wasn't a coward. What did he care about Malfoy's little fantasies? They'd never had any agreement; Harry could stop anytime he liked, and besides, the blond knew better than to make a peep during daytime.
Harry smirked at what Malfoy's reaction would be if he got him a soft toy to hold; maybe then he'd remember Harry needed space. He wasn't there to make Malfoy feel better or to pretend this was a "thing", because it wasn't. It just wasn't.
They didn't sleep together often, mostly because Harry was too busy spending most of his time with his real friends and working harder than he'd ever had before this year. A part of it, though, was because of just this: Malfoy held him too tightly when he slept.
He curled around Harry like a surprisingly strong little monkey, wrapping his arms and legs around him with an intensity he never quite matched while awake. Harry hated this. He hated the awkward bruises Malfoy's nighttime 'cuddles' left, he hated the feeling of entrapment, and he hated the soft, pathetic snuffles in his ear. Malfoy was soft and vulnerable and naked and Harry couldn't bring himself to hurt him, to throw him off, to shout him awake, and he probably hated that the most.
Harry hated getting absolutely no sleep those nights, watching the wind move Malfoy's too-pale hair back and forth over his closed eyelids. The pointy face still looked sour and uppity and smug all at once; there was nothing new. It felt more perverse than fucking Malfoy somehow, this watching.
Sometimes Malfoy would shudder and whimper in his sleep, pursued by imaginary demons. Maybe it was Harry who chased him through his dreams.
"What're you still doing here?" Malfoy would drawl sleepily at dawn.
"You won't let me go," Harry answered resentfully. He was a breath away from petulant and it didn't matter. "You're hurting me," he added as Malfoy's arms squeezed tighter. "Do you have to be so grabby?"
"Do you want me to stop?"
Harry's silence was damning.
"Thought so," Malfoy whispered, but he didn't sound smug the way he should have, and Harry thought he may have been surprised.
"You're mine, Malfoy," Harry said slowly. At this, Malfoy's arms unlocked like Harry had turned a secret key, and the blond actually paled. "Might as well use my bed next time," he smirked.
So. Ask-- and like, gimme a pairing and/or kink and/or situation-- hopefully all three, since saying "H/D" isn't likely to inspire me-- and I'll do the best I can to comment back with a drabble-type-thing. I mean, I can't guarrantee anything, but.
Whee! Fun(?) Something like that.
Harry had never asked himself what he'd gotten into, because as long as they remained separate, he wasn't -in- anything.
As long as he didn't look back, Malfoy wasn't looking at him like he had a right to. And as long as he didn't fall asleep in the first place, he wouldn't hear the other's muffled whispers in the dark. "You're mine, Potter," he said, as if saying made it true.
Perhaps the first time Malfoy whispered this should have been Harry's clue to make a fast getaway, because Malfoys were notorious for clinging to what's theirs, but Harry wasn't a coward. What did he care about Malfoy's little fantasies? They'd never had any agreement; Harry could stop anytime he liked, and besides, the blond knew better than to make a peep during daytime.
Harry smirked at what Malfoy's reaction would be if he got him a soft toy to hold; maybe then he'd remember Harry needed space. He wasn't there to make Malfoy feel better or to pretend this was a "thing", because it wasn't. It just wasn't.
They didn't sleep together often, mostly because Harry was too busy spending most of his time with his real friends and working harder than he'd ever had before this year. A part of it, though, was because of just this: Malfoy held him too tightly when he slept.
He curled around Harry like a surprisingly strong little monkey, wrapping his arms and legs around him with an intensity he never quite matched while awake. Harry hated this. He hated the awkward bruises Malfoy's nighttime 'cuddles' left, he hated the feeling of entrapment, and he hated the soft, pathetic snuffles in his ear. Malfoy was soft and vulnerable and naked and Harry couldn't bring himself to hurt him, to throw him off, to shout him awake, and he probably hated that the most.
Harry hated getting absolutely no sleep those nights, watching the wind move Malfoy's too-pale hair back and forth over his closed eyelids. The pointy face still looked sour and uppity and smug all at once; there was nothing new. It felt more perverse than fucking Malfoy somehow, this watching.
Sometimes Malfoy would shudder and whimper in his sleep, pursued by imaginary demons. Maybe it was Harry who chased him through his dreams.
"What're you still doing here?" Malfoy would drawl sleepily at dawn.
"You won't let me go," Harry answered resentfully. He was a breath away from petulant and it didn't matter. "You're hurting me," he added as Malfoy's arms squeezed tighter. "Do you have to be so grabby?"
"Do you want me to stop?"
Harry's silence was damning.
"Thought so," Malfoy whispered, but he didn't sound smug the way he should have, and Harry thought he may have been surprised.
"You're mine, Malfoy," Harry said slowly. At this, Malfoy's arms unlocked like Harry had turned a secret key, and the blond actually paled. "Might as well use my bed next time," he smirked.
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Date: 2004-06-23 10:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-06-23 10:54 am (UTC)'Sokay, I think I can. *coughs* I'm still proud of my Lucius/Pansy being all full of "Issues" and stuff. :D :D
Just checking, then-- all this angst, and Lavender & Parvati are to sixth/seventh-year Gryffindor girls, right? ahahah
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Date: 2004-06-23 12:19 pm (UTC)Now that sounds contradicting.
because best friends hate each other constantly :D
Date: 2004-06-24 10:50 am (UTC)Her supposed 'best friend' was making the expected shocked sputtering noises as she was pulled to the nearest abandoned classroom. Loyalty was all well and good, but sometimes a little intervention was necessary. In hindsight, though, the Room of Requirement might have been a bad move.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself, Parvie?!"
Lavender had her no-nonsense face on, and hands on her hips. She'd been practicing this.
Parvati blinked. "Lav? Are you all right?" she said weakly.
"No, I'm not bloody 'all right', pea-brain!" Lavender yelled. "Don't you know anything?!" Parvati's eyes were very wide and very dark, and it only made Lavender angrier. "And don't look at me like that!"
"Like what?"
"Like you don't sodding well know, you cow!"
Parvati wasn't too good for Lavender when they were two lonely first years and the dark-haired girl was sobbing her heart out the first night without her sister, and she certainly wasn't too good for Lavender now.
She was now a step away from Parvati, practically breathing in her face. Her friend was starting to look a bit flushed, but that was part of the plan. Lavender was -not- going to be messed with any longer, and that was the end of it.
It started with a rumor that Parvati was meeting up with Harry Potter in secret.
Lavender knew it wasn't true, because best friends knew those sorts of things. Naturally, Parvati wasn't about to deny a juicy bit like that-- in fact, she'd encouraged it with all the right blushes and giggles-- but then it wasn't funny anymore. It was all very confidential, which of course meant that Harry had to hear eventually, which was definitely not something Lavender had ever expected to worry about.
Of course she'd said nothing, because she had Parvati's back. She had her back even when Parvati's popularity among the more impressionable girls suddenly skyrocketed. Or when she started spending more and more time with her new shadows rather than with Lavender. She even had Parvati's back when she had to 'stay over late' with Harry after the usual DA practice. But when dear old Parvie walked into dinner on Harry Potter's arm without telling her first: that was war.
And now Parvati dared to play the innocent; as if she hadn't given every signal that certain strings were about to be cut any moment.
"So are you going to fight or not?" Lavender hissed. "Or are you just gonna stand there and play dumb?"
Parvati looked at her strangely, her pretty dark head tilted to the side before her eyes widened suddenly. Something in Lavender's stomach turned over for no good reason.
"Oh Lav!" She tried her innocent-doe look, which had never worked on Lavender. "Of course I've missed you, silly bird! It's just--"
"Do you think that's going to be the end of it?" Lavender had principles, didn't she? "I won't just shut up, you--" And was Parvati's fingertip always this soft?
"Really?" Parvati looked right wicked, so close. "Keep talking, then."
Re: because best friends hate each other constantly :D
Date: 2004-06-26 04:49 am (UTC)Harry is a cunt and so is Parvati.
The end.