Rather Feel Pain
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,047
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Disclaimer: Not mine.... damnit... I’d have them as boytoys if they were....
edit [B]Alright!! i'm back from the dead everyone and am back to working on this!! i've edited this chapter a little so certain things flow better... sorry for the three year break guys!! i promise it won't happen again!![/B]
Un Beta’d
Summery: Harry has lost his two best friends. During the summer he was able to cope by cutting. What will happen when he’s under the watchful eyes of the faculty? Can Harry find the release he needs in an enemy?
Based on the song ‘Pain’ by Three Days Grace. I’ll include the lyrics at the end of the last chapter if this ever gets that far…
Warnings: Eventual Dom!Draco / Sub!Harry, OOC (especially ‘Mione and Ron in the prequel), Slightly AU, BDSM, Toys, spanking, any other perverse things I can figure out how best to describe.... and i'm not sure what i'll end up including really... i just know it's going to be kinky...
“Speaking”
‘Thoughts’
:::: = ‘scene change’ or ‘end’ depending…
* = note at end
Chapter 1
Harry sat staring out the window of Grimmauld Place watching the clouds. Clouds so black it seemed like the light would never come through again… so full they were fit to bursting... It showed exactly as he felt, so full and yet he couldn’t release the stress. The tears wouldn’t come.
Hermione and Ron were dead. Died fighting a dragon as martyrs so he could destroy a Horcrux. As soon as Charlie had found out, he had gone to get them and found only a few scraps of bloody cloth in the lair of the dragon. The dragon was practically dead itself so Harry knew they’d put up a fight but they were still dead. Never coming back. Never….
Harry didn’t even know how he’d made it back. The last thing he recalled was going through the tree into a small room that held several different objects.
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The door slowly shut behind Harry blocking the noise of the spell battle on the other side. While light came through, it he couldn’t see what was happening to his friends. He was worried though, no matter how powerful the pair was, he doubted they could defeat the full-grown dragon guarding this place.
Entering slowly, Harry kept his wand at the ready. He was crying for his friends, but he still had enough intelligence to be cautious. Nothing jumped at him or flew from the shadows. Nothing slithered or hid in the corners. He looked around carefully; the only thing he could feel from this place was power, pure, dark, power. The door he had come through had a poem engraved in it.
Choose carefully, O soul of might
Of the objects laid before thee
If thine choice is wrong, eternal Night
Locked forever inside this tree.
It looked like there had been more at one point, but it had one of the tree roots through it so it was impossible to read. The objects before him in question were a sword, a sheath, a statue of a cat, and a bell. Nothing had jumped out at him, but he hadn’t exactly expected a sign saying, “Pick me!” to pop up.
He tried to reason through them. A sword…. That meant power, strength and ambition. That certainly seemed like Voldermort. But a sheath protected a sword, as a Horcrux protected him as well… He couldn’t think of a single thing Voldermort would want with a cat, though they were one of the most cunning and devious creatures next to the snake. And that left the bell. He remembered reading a book once about a girl who wielded power in the form of seven bells and used to control the dead*. That certainly seemed like Voldermort as well… “the bell tolls” and all that….
Harry had sat for a while, staring at the objects until his eyes had hurt. He shut his eyes slowly and sighed…..
Wait……
Behind his eyes the objects had still been there for a moment. The objects….. one had been brighter than the others…. Could it be? He stared at them again for a while and then closed his eyes again. Yes. There it was…. The brightness again… centered around the second object.
He opened his eyes to see the sheath as the second object. ‘Wow…… He’s really that simple? I thought even he was smarter than that….’ Harry sighed and lifted himself up
Harry got up and touched the sheath. There was a shift, even Harry felt the void that came. Then the world slowly went black as he collapsed.
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He’d woken up back at Grimmauld place, in this room, with Mrs. Weasly watching over him. It had startled him, he’d expected to wake up with Voldermort breathing on him or something. “Wha…. Where’s Ron and ‘Moine?” he mumbled trying to sit up.
“I was hoping you could tell us dear,” she whispered. “You’ve been mumbling about a dragon, golden fruit, and something about a partridge for two days now. You haven’t let go of that sheath yet either.” She tried to make him lay down again.
“No……Two Days!! No!! I’ve got to get there! What if?! It’s probably eaten them by now!” Harry was panting and struggling to get up.
Molly hated doing this, she really did, “Arthur! I need a Calming Draught!”
Arthur ran in and handed her the potion, “That bad is it?”
After she forced the potion into him, Harry calmed and fell back to sleep. Molly let the tears start to fall, “Yes dear, he’s in shock I think…… but I think our Ron may be dead!”
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Harry got up to splash some water on his face and stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Even without his glasses he could see the differences. His green eyes were bloodshot, he was paler than normal, his normally shiny hair was dull, and he hadn’t eaten more than a few coaxed mouthfuls since he’d come back. He looked like shit. All it took was glance to know that.
He was a coward, the worst kind of coward. He’d left his friends to die while he’d gone for the glory. It was his fault he was alone, his fault he’d listened to Hermione’s idea. No one else had killed them. It was his fault. His Fault. HIS FAULT!!!
“Gods damn it!!” he yelled. No! No more looking at this! He screamed at himself and punched the mirror, barely flinching as it shattered.
His reaction made him pause. ‘D-did I really just do that?’ He looked down at his hand. The blood flowed quickly, spilling its ruby droplets into the sink where the mirror shards acted like crystals reflecting the colors and light onto the surrounding surfaces.
‘Its actually a pretty color…’ he thought to himself. Reaching out, he touched the blood and smeared it a little. “This… This is real. I am real.” Even the pain felt good to him right then.
“I’m… alive…”
TBC
* Yay! I got to incorporate one of my favorite book series! It’s the Abhorsen Trilogy by Garth Nix… while it’s really supposed to be for young adults it has a wonderful plot and characters that are easy to relate to for the more grown up as well. That was basically a quick glimpse into the plot of the first book which could really stand on its own… the other two are a lot more connected, literally… I do recommend it though if you love Fantasy/Sci-fi….
Angel> damnit I hate when it takes so long to write a chapter!
Kitty> yeah me too…. This took much too long
Angel> Considering the move and the depression lately not to mention that fight with our host’s girlfriend last month I think we did rather well
Kitty> I’m supposed to write better when I’m depressed! Remember? Angsty muse… pain violence sex all in one little housecat?
Angel> I know but it doesn’t mean you can’t get writers block too you know
Kitty> nyah!
Stormy> wow you two are awake…. Alright who let you into the coffee?
Angel> we do know how to work that infernal machine ourselves you know
Stormy>….oh…..damn….. anyways please review! We always love hearing from others about our stuff!
Angel: And I swear we’ll get to the good stuff soon! We’ll even introduce our Draco soon!
Slashy Snitch: at the time my high school chorus was working on the ever lovely the twelve days After christmas lol (http://www.ilovewavs.com/Holidays/Christmas/ChristmasMusicPg10.htm if you look really far down you'll find a wav of it lol not my chorus though a professional group) i mean come on any song that starts with "the first day after christmas my true love and i had a fight... and so i chopped the pear tree down and burned it just for spite... and with a single cartridge i shot that blasted partridge my true love gave to me..." is definately a keeper.... when we performed it we all had trouble trying to keep from giggling!
Dragon37: still loving Draco's fallen Angel!!! it's so cute.... and did i mention sexy? glad you're liking what i'm doing so far
Everyone else: THANK YOU FOR REVIEWS!!!!!
edit [B]Alright!! i'm back from the dead everyone and am back to working on this!! i've edited this chapter a little so certain things flow better... sorry for the three year break guys!! i promise it won't happen again!![/B]
Un Beta’d
Summery: Harry has lost his two best friends. During the summer he was able to cope by cutting. What will happen when he’s under the watchful eyes of the faculty? Can Harry find the release he needs in an enemy?
Based on the song ‘Pain’ by Three Days Grace. I’ll include the lyrics at the end of the last chapter if this ever gets that far…
Warnings: Eventual Dom!Draco / Sub!Harry, OOC (especially ‘Mione and Ron in the prequel), Slightly AU, BDSM, Toys, spanking, any other perverse things I can figure out how best to describe.... and i'm not sure what i'll end up including really... i just know it's going to be kinky...
“Speaking”
‘Thoughts’
:::: = ‘scene change’ or ‘end’ depending…
* = note at end
Chapter 1
Harry sat staring out the window of Grimmauld Place watching the clouds. Clouds so black it seemed like the light would never come through again… so full they were fit to bursting... It showed exactly as he felt, so full and yet he couldn’t release the stress. The tears wouldn’t come.
Hermione and Ron were dead. Died fighting a dragon as martyrs so he could destroy a Horcrux. As soon as Charlie had found out, he had gone to get them and found only a few scraps of bloody cloth in the lair of the dragon. The dragon was practically dead itself so Harry knew they’d put up a fight but they were still dead. Never coming back. Never….
Harry didn’t even know how he’d made it back. The last thing he recalled was going through the tree into a small room that held several different objects.
<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>
The door slowly shut behind Harry blocking the noise of the spell battle on the other side. While light came through, it he couldn’t see what was happening to his friends. He was worried though, no matter how powerful the pair was, he doubted they could defeat the full-grown dragon guarding this place.
Entering slowly, Harry kept his wand at the ready. He was crying for his friends, but he still had enough intelligence to be cautious. Nothing jumped at him or flew from the shadows. Nothing slithered or hid in the corners. He looked around carefully; the only thing he could feel from this place was power, pure, dark, power. The door he had come through had a poem engraved in it.
Choose carefully, O soul of might
Of the objects laid before thee
If thine choice is wrong, eternal Night
Locked forever inside this tree.
It looked like there had been more at one point, but it had one of the tree roots through it so it was impossible to read. The objects before him in question were a sword, a sheath, a statue of a cat, and a bell. Nothing had jumped out at him, but he hadn’t exactly expected a sign saying, “Pick me!” to pop up.
He tried to reason through them. A sword…. That meant power, strength and ambition. That certainly seemed like Voldermort. But a sheath protected a sword, as a Horcrux protected him as well… He couldn’t think of a single thing Voldermort would want with a cat, though they were one of the most cunning and devious creatures next to the snake. And that left the bell. He remembered reading a book once about a girl who wielded power in the form of seven bells and used to control the dead*. That certainly seemed like Voldermort as well… “the bell tolls” and all that….
Harry had sat for a while, staring at the objects until his eyes had hurt. He shut his eyes slowly and sighed…..
Wait……
Behind his eyes the objects had still been there for a moment. The objects….. one had been brighter than the others…. Could it be? He stared at them again for a while and then closed his eyes again. Yes. There it was…. The brightness again… centered around the second object.
He opened his eyes to see the sheath as the second object. ‘Wow…… He’s really that simple? I thought even he was smarter than that….’ Harry sighed and lifted himself up
Harry got up and touched the sheath. There was a shift, even Harry felt the void that came. Then the world slowly went black as he collapsed.
<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>
He’d woken up back at Grimmauld place, in this room, with Mrs. Weasly watching over him. It had startled him, he’d expected to wake up with Voldermort breathing on him or something. “Wha…. Where’s Ron and ‘Moine?” he mumbled trying to sit up.
“I was hoping you could tell us dear,” she whispered. “You’ve been mumbling about a dragon, golden fruit, and something about a partridge for two days now. You haven’t let go of that sheath yet either.” She tried to make him lay down again.
“No……Two Days!! No!! I’ve got to get there! What if?! It’s probably eaten them by now!” Harry was panting and struggling to get up.
Molly hated doing this, she really did, “Arthur! I need a Calming Draught!”
Arthur ran in and handed her the potion, “That bad is it?”
After she forced the potion into him, Harry calmed and fell back to sleep. Molly let the tears start to fall, “Yes dear, he’s in shock I think…… but I think our Ron may be dead!”
<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>
Harry got up to splash some water on his face and stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Even without his glasses he could see the differences. His green eyes were bloodshot, he was paler than normal, his normally shiny hair was dull, and he hadn’t eaten more than a few coaxed mouthfuls since he’d come back. He looked like shit. All it took was glance to know that.
He was a coward, the worst kind of coward. He’d left his friends to die while he’d gone for the glory. It was his fault he was alone, his fault he’d listened to Hermione’s idea. No one else had killed them. It was his fault. His Fault. HIS FAULT!!!
“Gods damn it!!” he yelled. No! No more looking at this! He screamed at himself and punched the mirror, barely flinching as it shattered.
His reaction made him pause. ‘D-did I really just do that?’ He looked down at his hand. The blood flowed quickly, spilling its ruby droplets into the sink where the mirror shards acted like crystals reflecting the colors and light onto the surrounding surfaces.
‘Its actually a pretty color…’ he thought to himself. Reaching out, he touched the blood and smeared it a little. “This… This is real. I am real.” Even the pain felt good to him right then.
“I’m… alive…”
TBC
* Yay! I got to incorporate one of my favorite book series! It’s the Abhorsen Trilogy by Garth Nix… while it’s really supposed to be for young adults it has a wonderful plot and characters that are easy to relate to for the more grown up as well. That was basically a quick glimpse into the plot of the first book which could really stand on its own… the other two are a lot more connected, literally… I do recommend it though if you love Fantasy/Sci-fi….
Angel> damnit I hate when it takes so long to write a chapter!
Kitty> yeah me too…. This took much too long
Angel> Considering the move and the depression lately not to mention that fight with our host’s girlfriend last month I think we did rather well
Kitty> I’m supposed to write better when I’m depressed! Remember? Angsty muse… pain violence sex all in one little housecat?
Angel> I know but it doesn’t mean you can’t get writers block too you know
Kitty> nyah!
Stormy> wow you two are awake…. Alright who let you into the coffee?
Angel> we do know how to work that infernal machine ourselves you know
Stormy>….oh…..damn….. anyways please review! We always love hearing from others about our stuff!
Angel: And I swear we’ll get to the good stuff soon! We’ll even introduce our Draco soon!
Slashy Snitch: at the time my high school chorus was working on the ever lovely the twelve days After christmas lol (http://www.ilovewavs.com/Holidays/Christmas/ChristmasMusicPg10.htm if you look really far down you'll find a wav of it lol not my chorus though a professional group) i mean come on any song that starts with "the first day after christmas my true love and i had a fight... and so i chopped the pear tree down and burned it just for spite... and with a single cartridge i shot that blasted partridge my true love gave to me..." is definately a keeper.... when we performed it we all had trouble trying to keep from giggling!
Dragon37: still loving Draco's fallen Angel!!! it's so cute.... and did i mention sexy? glad you're liking what i'm doing so far
Everyone else: THANK YOU FOR REVIEWS!!!!!