The Blink Series
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,712
Reviews:
4
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Currently Reading:
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Stockholm Syndrome
title: The Blink Series (2/4)
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: angst, slash, het, romance, post-Hogwarts, war-fic
spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
pairing: Harry/Ginny, Harry/ Draco
rating: hard R
warnings: mention of het smut, mention of slash smut, gaybashing!Ginny, self inflicted violence, cheating, broken marriage
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all the other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: Still wounded emotionally... now putting salt on it so it tastes better as I lick it clean. The song is from Blink 182\'s self titled album.
Stockholm Syndrome
by Chibimono Akuno
//lyrics by Blink 182//
//This is the first
(thing I remember)
Now it\'s the last
(thing left on my mind)
Afraid of the dark
(do you hear me whisper)
An empty heart
(replaced with paranoia)
Where do we go
(life\'s temporary)
After we\'re gone
(like new years resolutions)
Why is this hard
(do you recognize me)
I know I\'m wrong
(but I can\'t help believing)//
Tripping and falling into the depths of despair, into the bedroom he had known for years, tears spilling from Harry\'s face.
Death. Death. Death.
Harry could not for the life of him remember how many people had died on the battlefield that day. He did not want to remember. So many people died... so many... and Harry felt like he was drowning in the blood of the dead.
He fell into the arms of his wife, and the pretty red-head tried to soothe his pain. She ran her hands through his wet, raven hair and whispered gentle words. He cried against her shoulder, his body trembling in her arms.
He cried... wishing he could go home... Home to Draco...
Nothing was right, nothing was the same. Harry could not even recognise himself in the mirror. Darkness sat under his dull green eyes and his face was incredibly pale. What would Draco think if he saw him now? When was the last time he saw Draco? How was Draco? Harry wanted nothing more than to run to the blonde young man.
How did he land here, wishing he was where he did not belong and belonging where he did not wish to be? In his heart, it truly felt like a fate worse than death.
He wanted to believe that things would get better. But he knew that was impossible. They were only going to get worse.
//I\'m so lost
I\'m barely here
I wish I could explain myself
But words escape me
It\'s too late
To save me
You\'re too late
You\'re too late//
The dreams were very bad that night. Harry screamed and sobbed in his sleep the whole night. The only name that fell from his dreaming tongue was that of Draco. Ginny sat beside him the whole night, holding him and listening. Listening to him beg, whimper, tremble, sob, and call for Draco.
She stared at Harry when he woke up the next morning. He looked miserable and... lost.
\"Isn\'t Draco Malfoy our enemy?\" she asked.
The sleep was gone from his eyes the instant the name fell from her lips. There was something tight and painful in his chest. He knew his face said everything. It always did. And he could not say anything to her.
It would never be the same.
He had shattered the dream and now it was lost.
//You\'re cold with disappointment
While I\'m drowning in the next room
The last contagious victim of this plague between us
I\'m sick with ahenshension
I\'m crippled from exhaustion
And I dread the moment when you finally come to kill me//
She screamed. Her words stung him like a thousand bees. He hung his head and cried. She left him behind on the cold bed, slamming the door as she went.
He lay there in a bed of his own making. Drifting between the feeling of relief that comes when a heavy burden was finally lifted from his shoulders and the feeling of being emotionally torn apart, Harry could believe this was for the best.
She was like a sister to him. Granted, a sister that he had banged into the mattress repeatedly, but a sister in his heart none the less. Yet, the image he had in his mind of growing old and having a family and children were nothing but crumbles of plans scattered all over the floor and lost in the dusty corners. She knew the truth now, and she hated him.
He wanted to be where his heart belonged. And it did not belong here. It did not belong with her.
She hated him. She hated him for the pretend world he gave her. She hated him for loving his enemy. Hated him for loving someone else. Hated him because his heart never belonged to her in the first place.
Harry closed his eyes to it all. The pain and the anger. He just wanted to see Draco. He wanted to run to that quite little flat in London where the blonde was waiting ever so patiently for him show up.
But he didn\'t leave the bed. He was sick to his stomach for days... just waiting for y toy to finally walk back into the room.
~ to be continued ~
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: angst, slash, het, romance, post-Hogwarts, war-fic
spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
pairing: Harry/Ginny, Harry/ Draco
rating: hard R
warnings: mention of het smut, mention of slash smut, gaybashing!Ginny, self inflicted violence, cheating, broken marriage
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all the other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: Still wounded emotionally... now putting salt on it so it tastes better as I lick it clean. The song is from Blink 182\'s self titled album.
Stockholm Syndrome
by Chibimono Akuno
//lyrics by Blink 182//
//This is the first
(thing I remember)
Now it\'s the last
(thing left on my mind)
Afraid of the dark
(do you hear me whisper)
An empty heart
(replaced with paranoia)
Where do we go
(life\'s temporary)
After we\'re gone
(like new years resolutions)
Why is this hard
(do you recognize me)
I know I\'m wrong
(but I can\'t help believing)//
Tripping and falling into the depths of despair, into the bedroom he had known for years, tears spilling from Harry\'s face.
Death. Death. Death.
Harry could not for the life of him remember how many people had died on the battlefield that day. He did not want to remember. So many people died... so many... and Harry felt like he was drowning in the blood of the dead.
He fell into the arms of his wife, and the pretty red-head tried to soothe his pain. She ran her hands through his wet, raven hair and whispered gentle words. He cried against her shoulder, his body trembling in her arms.
He cried... wishing he could go home... Home to Draco...
Nothing was right, nothing was the same. Harry could not even recognise himself in the mirror. Darkness sat under his dull green eyes and his face was incredibly pale. What would Draco think if he saw him now? When was the last time he saw Draco? How was Draco? Harry wanted nothing more than to run to the blonde young man.
How did he land here, wishing he was where he did not belong and belonging where he did not wish to be? In his heart, it truly felt like a fate worse than death.
He wanted to believe that things would get better. But he knew that was impossible. They were only going to get worse.
//I\'m so lost
I\'m barely here
I wish I could explain myself
But words escape me
It\'s too late
To save me
You\'re too late
You\'re too late//
The dreams were very bad that night. Harry screamed and sobbed in his sleep the whole night. The only name that fell from his dreaming tongue was that of Draco. Ginny sat beside him the whole night, holding him and listening. Listening to him beg, whimper, tremble, sob, and call for Draco.
She stared at Harry when he woke up the next morning. He looked miserable and... lost.
\"Isn\'t Draco Malfoy our enemy?\" she asked.
The sleep was gone from his eyes the instant the name fell from her lips. There was something tight and painful in his chest. He knew his face said everything. It always did. And he could not say anything to her.
It would never be the same.
He had shattered the dream and now it was lost.
//You\'re cold with disappointment
While I\'m drowning in the next room
The last contagious victim of this plague between us
I\'m sick with ahenshension
I\'m crippled from exhaustion
And I dread the moment when you finally come to kill me//
She screamed. Her words stung him like a thousand bees. He hung his head and cried. She left him behind on the cold bed, slamming the door as she went.
He lay there in a bed of his own making. Drifting between the feeling of relief that comes when a heavy burden was finally lifted from his shoulders and the feeling of being emotionally torn apart, Harry could believe this was for the best.
She was like a sister to him. Granted, a sister that he had banged into the mattress repeatedly, but a sister in his heart none the less. Yet, the image he had in his mind of growing old and having a family and children were nothing but crumbles of plans scattered all over the floor and lost in the dusty corners. She knew the truth now, and she hated him.
He wanted to be where his heart belonged. And it did not belong here. It did not belong with her.
She hated him. She hated him for the pretend world he gave her. She hated him for loving his enemy. Hated him for loving someone else. Hated him because his heart never belonged to her in the first place.
Harry closed his eyes to it all. The pain and the anger. He just wanted to see Draco. He wanted to run to that quite little flat in London where the blonde was waiting ever so patiently for him show up.
But he didn\'t leave the bed. He was sick to his stomach for days... just waiting for y toy to finally walk back into the room.
~ to be continued ~