25 Days- Chapter 23
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smirkingcatTitle: Chapter 23
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 911
Rating: PG
Prompt:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
slythindor100 traditional prompt 23:
Warning: alternating pov,
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:story has made up magic rules - i don't think it's a warning per se, but i wanted to state it somewhere,
start with part one here: : @dw | @lj
Chapter 23
"What?" He asks, voice scandalously high. "How can you ask me that? And after telling me you are a "gentlemen" even. Who does that!" He adds affronted.
"I hear you screech but you are not denying it. And really It would do you no good, I have very reliable sources. So just get it over with, and tell me which part of me you liked best and how much you fantasised about me," Potter grinned, as if this is a laughing matter.
He will murder Theo and Greg, and then he will dice and slice them and serve them to their lovers! He will get his revenge before that even. It's not like he has to keep their secrets, if they didn't keep his. What were they even thinking, giving that sort of information away to Potter of all people.
Still as soon as the question is out, have his eyes fixated on Potter's large, strong hands, admiring the fine sculptured fingers and the magical hum in them. Now that he actually is able to see magic those hands are even more seducing to him.
"It wasn't your hair, that is for granted," he mumbled and took a deep sip from his glass.
"Huh? I always thought my well shagged appearances made me more interesting, worth of a conquest at least. Or with you and your love for Slytherin house I ventured my eyes would be a feature that might be to your liking. They have been called dazzling green before, you know." Potter goes on, and he actually felt the heat reaching his face.
These are actually quotes he might have said at one point or another. Damn his ex-friends because they are going to be corpses really soon. He will raise hell for them.
"I still find it interesting that you apparently like my hands best, I never thought of them as a noteworthy feature."
"Potter stop! I am humiliated enough already," he whines and empties his glass before he pours himself another.
"I find it rather cute. And you had the actual advantage of being able to talk to your friends about such things. Somehow with mine it was more awkward, especially when they tried to get together," Potter smiled and offered his glass to be topped of too.
"Well, everybody has crushes at that age. I remember you pining away for Chang, so I am not sure what you want to say. I had a crush on you in the past. So there, who cares," he grumbles and takes another hasty sip.
If he had known this would be the question Potter would ask, he never would have agreed to the deal. Now while he cannot get revenge from Theo or Greg right now but he has Potter at his mercy. He must utilise the situation somehow.
"Horrible decision on my part, but for a girl she was rather pretty back then. And really it was more of a hormonal thing, I think," Potter jokes. "I wasn't aware of my wants and needs back then."
"You think that has changed? You need outdoor activities and still you stayed in that room for way too long, so please forgive my doubt," he replies struggling to get the upper hand back.
"So what is your dark, dark secret you want nobody to know," he asks not expecting to get an honest answer.
"I died in that forest when I went to meet Voldemort. I was so scared of going there because I was already told what would happen and still I went, and I hated every step I took but not going wasn't an option. And then I died, and I came back to life, because I had to finish Voldemort. For a while after that I hated Dumbldore for the way he got me to go there. Never told anybody about that. Didn't want to sound crazy."
Potter is staring at his feet.
He is just staring at Potter, his jaw dropped and the world standing still.
"Merlin! You don't do anything halfway," he empties his glass again and also pours once more for Potter.
"Wait- you died and you came back- is that Potter, you said you were afraid back then, when you came back to life, did you still feel afraid?"
"Of course I was, nothing had changed really, well something had changed but it was still going to be him against me, and he was powerful. It was frightening!" Potter replied.
"That's it, that is the Dark Magic in you... how we shall get rid of it will be difficult though."
His mind is spinning so many ideas and plans are formed and in the same instant discarded.
"Oh, so you are back to helping me? Good to know. It's because I'm irresistible right? And handsome, in a certain light?"
"Merlin Potter, get your act together and stop boosting your own ego, otherwise you will end like a bad cracked Christmas cracker, the one that nobody finds fun, where the gift sucks and the joke is meh," he says and kicks Potters foot.
"I always thought Slytherins were good with subtlety and hints. Apparently I have been expecting too much."
"I have no time for hints, I am trying to save your sodding skin," he rolls his eyes and gets up.
But before he gets to far Potter catches his wrist.
"No hints, then how about I call you Draco and you call me Harry?"
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 911
Rating: PG
Prompt:
slythindor100 traditional prompt 23:Warning: alternating pov,
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:story has made up magic rules - i don't think it's a warning per se, but i wanted to state it somewhere,
start with part one here: : @dw | @lj
Chapter 23
"What?" He asks, voice scandalously high. "How can you ask me that? And after telling me you are a "gentlemen" even. Who does that!" He adds affronted.
"I hear you screech but you are not denying it. And really It would do you no good, I have very reliable sources. So just get it over with, and tell me which part of me you liked best and how much you fantasised about me," Potter grinned, as if this is a laughing matter.
He will murder Theo and Greg, and then he will dice and slice them and serve them to their lovers! He will get his revenge before that even. It's not like he has to keep their secrets, if they didn't keep his. What were they even thinking, giving that sort of information away to Potter of all people.
Still as soon as the question is out, have his eyes fixated on Potter's large, strong hands, admiring the fine sculptured fingers and the magical hum in them. Now that he actually is able to see magic those hands are even more seducing to him.
"It wasn't your hair, that is for granted," he mumbled and took a deep sip from his glass.
"Huh? I always thought my well shagged appearances made me more interesting, worth of a conquest at least. Or with you and your love for Slytherin house I ventured my eyes would be a feature that might be to your liking. They have been called dazzling green before, you know." Potter goes on, and he actually felt the heat reaching his face.
These are actually quotes he might have said at one point or another. Damn his ex-friends because they are going to be corpses really soon. He will raise hell for them.
"I still find it interesting that you apparently like my hands best, I never thought of them as a noteworthy feature."
"Potter stop! I am humiliated enough already," he whines and empties his glass before he pours himself another.
"I find it rather cute. And you had the actual advantage of being able to talk to your friends about such things. Somehow with mine it was more awkward, especially when they tried to get together," Potter smiled and offered his glass to be topped of too.
"Well, everybody has crushes at that age. I remember you pining away for Chang, so I am not sure what you want to say. I had a crush on you in the past. So there, who cares," he grumbles and takes another hasty sip.
If he had known this would be the question Potter would ask, he never would have agreed to the deal. Now while he cannot get revenge from Theo or Greg right now but he has Potter at his mercy. He must utilise the situation somehow.
"Horrible decision on my part, but for a girl she was rather pretty back then. And really it was more of a hormonal thing, I think," Potter jokes. "I wasn't aware of my wants and needs back then."
"You think that has changed? You need outdoor activities and still you stayed in that room for way too long, so please forgive my doubt," he replies struggling to get the upper hand back.
"So what is your dark, dark secret you want nobody to know," he asks not expecting to get an honest answer.
"I died in that forest when I went to meet Voldemort. I was so scared of going there because I was already told what would happen and still I went, and I hated every step I took but not going wasn't an option. And then I died, and I came back to life, because I had to finish Voldemort. For a while after that I hated Dumbldore for the way he got me to go there. Never told anybody about that. Didn't want to sound crazy."
Potter is staring at his feet.
He is just staring at Potter, his jaw dropped and the world standing still.
"Merlin! You don't do anything halfway," he empties his glass again and also pours once more for Potter.
"Wait- you died and you came back- is that Potter, you said you were afraid back then, when you came back to life, did you still feel afraid?"
"Of course I was, nothing had changed really, well something had changed but it was still going to be him against me, and he was powerful. It was frightening!" Potter replied.
"That's it, that is the Dark Magic in you... how we shall get rid of it will be difficult though."
His mind is spinning so many ideas and plans are formed and in the same instant discarded.
"Oh, so you are back to helping me? Good to know. It's because I'm irresistible right? And handsome, in a certain light?"
"Merlin Potter, get your act together and stop boosting your own ego, otherwise you will end like a bad cracked Christmas cracker, the one that nobody finds fun, where the gift sucks and the joke is meh," he says and kicks Potters foot.
"I always thought Slytherins were good with subtlety and hints. Apparently I have been expecting too much."
"I have no time for hints, I am trying to save your sodding skin," he rolls his eyes and gets up.
But before he gets to far Potter catches his wrist.
"No hints, then how about I call you Draco and you call me Harry?"
