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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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2,811
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23
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Currently Reading:
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Misunderstood Malicious Intent
A/N: first chappie was short, I sincerely apologize, future ones will be longer. I just needed to get the story started… probably doesn’t help that I agonize over every word I choose. Which reminds me that I could really use a BETA…. so anyone willing, leave me a review saying so
Graballz; I’m glad you like to see/ put Draco in pain cuz you’ll love the first part of this chapter. I’m a total Draco girl too and hold the same belief that he belongs to Harry… I totally want a glass cage to keep them in with an intercom, so I can just press a button and say, “Hey… Hey! Have sex or something…” ^_^ Twould be glorious! As for the answers to your other questions… if I tell you I’ll ruin the story Girlie! ^_^ Keep reviewing! I love reading what you have to say!
ON WITH THE STORY!... oh… and don’t worry … you’ll understand later
o_O
LAST CHAPTER’S END; “He can stay.” he spat before swiftly stomping down the hall.
“Stupid fucking ferret.”
@_@
“No matter which way you go
No matter which way you stay
You’re out of my mind…
…I was walking with a ghost…”
-Tegan and Sara
Walking with a Ghost
CHAPTER 2; MISUNDERSTOOD MALICIOUS INTENT
NUMBER 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE
The lamp on the bedside table emitted a dim light, allowing a gleam to shimmer off the polished glass of the dozens of potion bottles sitting beside it. Madam Pomfry had left them behind along with some very specific instructions for Harry to follow; instructions that must be followed in order for the young Malfoy to live.
Harry glanced at the bottle with a potion he was supposed to be easing into Draco’s throat at that very moment. However, he did no such thing. Instead, he sat in his chair, staring with an academic interest at the twitching mutilated body before him. Draco had begun violently convulsing a few minutes before, probably because all twenty of the different potions he was meant to have had by now were still sitting in their assigned corked vials on the side table a mere foot away.
Leaning slightly forward, he grabbed the sheets and pulled, revealing a horrid sight. Draco’s once flawless body riddled with deep infested wounds. His stomach completely ripped open and held together with make-shift stitches sewn with twine. Purple splotches imbedded in his ribs which protruded drastically. Long, carelessly healed gashes ran from his elbows to the bases of each palm.
Sitting back in his chair, Harry looked on at the mutilated body of his old school nemesis, no emotion in his face. Sighing with boredom he glanced at the clock on the wall. Pomfry had been gone for only two hours and wouldn’t be back for another fifteen. His eyes rested on Malfoy’s face.
The silver irises were unveiled; eyes stretched wide open, mouth gaping open, face contorted in pain, lungs pulling in a futile attempt to temp air inside the convulsing body. His thin arms grabbed at his throat and mouth, hoping to rip an opening from which to breath.
Harry stood, his chair scratching lightly against the bare wood floor. After taking one last glance, he strode out, shutting the door behind him.
>_O
THREE HOURS EARLIER… RON
“But ‘Mione!”
“BUT NOTHING RON! YOU QUIT EVERYTHING! YOU NEVER STICK THROUGH WITH ANYTHING! YOU DECIDED TO DO THIS AGAINST EVERYONES’ ADVICE! AND YOU’LL FINISH IT!” Hermione threw the powder angrily into the flames, screaming “The Burrow” with no less vehemence to the green flames.
Sighing heavily, Ron slumped into a chair, and buried his face deep into the crook of his folded arms as though to hide from the world. His brother’s were tearing apart his sanity and his girlfriend was angry at him.
When did Hermione turn into my second mother?... Oh yeah… He snickered at his own “cleverness.”
“RON!” Damn Merlin! Not more yelling!!!
“Yes, Har-” he was taken aback by his friend’s appearance; Harry’s face was angry but glittering with tears. “Are you alri-”
“GET OUT!” he pointed towards the fire place with one shaking limb.
“But-” The furniture doors and windows all began to shake violently. There air in the room suddenly turned cold and oppressing as Harry’s magick seemed to spark about him.
“OUT!! OUT! GET THE BLOODY FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Scared out of his mind Ron quickly grabbed the powder from the open jar and tossed it in the flames stepping in them before they turned green, burning his right leg. Despite the intense pain, Ron waited till he’d made it back home to put out his flaming trousers.
“BLOODY FUCK!” he screamed in pain.
“RONALD WEASLEY! WHAT DID YOU SAY?!” Oh God damn it!
>_<
10:00 AM FOUR WEEKS LATER
“HARRY LOVE!!”
“George!” the younger Weasley wailed, “He’s not here! Let’s just go!”
“Come Mongoose! Our quest for the Harry-Beast has only begun!” Fred crept up the stairs, muggle air-soft-rifle in hand, a British hunter’s hat on head, matching his brother’s. The twins were creeping from door to door peering inside each one in their great hunt for the Harry-Beast.
“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Ron stomped up the stairs after his eccentric siblings.
“As long as you are our apprentice…”
“…you shall be known as…”
“MONGOOSE!!!” They chimed simultaneously as they clanged their guns together in the air in a triumphant motion. The action only made Ron groan more, stomp more loudly, and clench his fist at his sides.
“Shall we search his room, Brother?”
“Ay! For the formidable beast may dwell within!”
“Ay!” Ron rolled his eyes for the millionth time that hour and proceeded to follow the twins.
“You’re both fucking retarded.” He widened his eyes when he realized there was an index finger in front of his face motioning for him to SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Fred and George crouched down and quietly tip-toed into Harry’s room. “There it is, my brother,” whispered Fred, pointing to the giant sleeping lump under the thick green covers. George nodded and motioned for his two brothers to come in closer. Ron dragged his feet as he walked and for it received identical glares of DOOM!
Fred reached for the edge of the blanket, looked at George and mouthed, “One…. two…”
“THREE!” they shouted and stood aiming their guns at the once sleeping boy.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“WHO IN THE HELL?!”
“GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” Every one looked towards the door to see a very livid Harry, eyes dark and hair wild, the veins in his neck seeming to be at the point of bursting.
“HARRY? WHAT THE FUCK IS-“
“OUT!! NOW!”
O.O
A/N: okay… it can’t be too hard to figure out… unless I think I’m more sane than I really am, in either case sorry this isn’t much longer than the first chapter but… you’ll live
Again if any one is willing to beta… please leave a review stating such
^_^ Oh and Danine, Grballz, Kathie, and thrnbrooke thanks for the awesome reviews… you guys rock my boat
Graballz; I’m glad you like to see/ put Draco in pain cuz you’ll love the first part of this chapter. I’m a total Draco girl too and hold the same belief that he belongs to Harry… I totally want a glass cage to keep them in with an intercom, so I can just press a button and say, “Hey… Hey! Have sex or something…” ^_^ Twould be glorious! As for the answers to your other questions… if I tell you I’ll ruin the story Girlie! ^_^ Keep reviewing! I love reading what you have to say!
ON WITH THE STORY!... oh… and don’t worry … you’ll understand later
o_O
LAST CHAPTER’S END; “He can stay.” he spat before swiftly stomping down the hall.
“Stupid fucking ferret.”
@_@
“No matter which way you go
No matter which way you stay
You’re out of my mind…
…I was walking with a ghost…”
-Tegan and Sara
Walking with a Ghost
CHAPTER 2; MISUNDERSTOOD MALICIOUS INTENT
NUMBER 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE
The lamp on the bedside table emitted a dim light, allowing a gleam to shimmer off the polished glass of the dozens of potion bottles sitting beside it. Madam Pomfry had left them behind along with some very specific instructions for Harry to follow; instructions that must be followed in order for the young Malfoy to live.
Harry glanced at the bottle with a potion he was supposed to be easing into Draco’s throat at that very moment. However, he did no such thing. Instead, he sat in his chair, staring with an academic interest at the twitching mutilated body before him. Draco had begun violently convulsing a few minutes before, probably because all twenty of the different potions he was meant to have had by now were still sitting in their assigned corked vials on the side table a mere foot away.
Leaning slightly forward, he grabbed the sheets and pulled, revealing a horrid sight. Draco’s once flawless body riddled with deep infested wounds. His stomach completely ripped open and held together with make-shift stitches sewn with twine. Purple splotches imbedded in his ribs which protruded drastically. Long, carelessly healed gashes ran from his elbows to the bases of each palm.
Sitting back in his chair, Harry looked on at the mutilated body of his old school nemesis, no emotion in his face. Sighing with boredom he glanced at the clock on the wall. Pomfry had been gone for only two hours and wouldn’t be back for another fifteen. His eyes rested on Malfoy’s face.
The silver irises were unveiled; eyes stretched wide open, mouth gaping open, face contorted in pain, lungs pulling in a futile attempt to temp air inside the convulsing body. His thin arms grabbed at his throat and mouth, hoping to rip an opening from which to breath.
Harry stood, his chair scratching lightly against the bare wood floor. After taking one last glance, he strode out, shutting the door behind him.
>_O
THREE HOURS EARLIER… RON
“But ‘Mione!”
“BUT NOTHING RON! YOU QUIT EVERYTHING! YOU NEVER STICK THROUGH WITH ANYTHING! YOU DECIDED TO DO THIS AGAINST EVERYONES’ ADVICE! AND YOU’LL FINISH IT!” Hermione threw the powder angrily into the flames, screaming “The Burrow” with no less vehemence to the green flames.
Sighing heavily, Ron slumped into a chair, and buried his face deep into the crook of his folded arms as though to hide from the world. His brother’s were tearing apart his sanity and his girlfriend was angry at him.
When did Hermione turn into my second mother?... Oh yeah… He snickered at his own “cleverness.”
“RON!” Damn Merlin! Not more yelling!!!
“Yes, Har-” he was taken aback by his friend’s appearance; Harry’s face was angry but glittering with tears. “Are you alri-”
“GET OUT!” he pointed towards the fire place with one shaking limb.
“But-” The furniture doors and windows all began to shake violently. There air in the room suddenly turned cold and oppressing as Harry’s magick seemed to spark about him.
“OUT!! OUT! GET THE BLOODY FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Scared out of his mind Ron quickly grabbed the powder from the open jar and tossed it in the flames stepping in them before they turned green, burning his right leg. Despite the intense pain, Ron waited till he’d made it back home to put out his flaming trousers.
“BLOODY FUCK!” he screamed in pain.
“RONALD WEASLEY! WHAT DID YOU SAY?!” Oh God damn it!
>_<
10:00 AM FOUR WEEKS LATER
“HARRY LOVE!!”
“George!” the younger Weasley wailed, “He’s not here! Let’s just go!”
“Come Mongoose! Our quest for the Harry-Beast has only begun!” Fred crept up the stairs, muggle air-soft-rifle in hand, a British hunter’s hat on head, matching his brother’s. The twins were creeping from door to door peering inside each one in their great hunt for the Harry-Beast.
“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Ron stomped up the stairs after his eccentric siblings.
“As long as you are our apprentice…”
“…you shall be known as…”
“MONGOOSE!!!” They chimed simultaneously as they clanged their guns together in the air in a triumphant motion. The action only made Ron groan more, stomp more loudly, and clench his fist at his sides.
“Shall we search his room, Brother?”
“Ay! For the formidable beast may dwell within!”
“Ay!” Ron rolled his eyes for the millionth time that hour and proceeded to follow the twins.
“You’re both fucking retarded.” He widened his eyes when he realized there was an index finger in front of his face motioning for him to SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Fred and George crouched down and quietly tip-toed into Harry’s room. “There it is, my brother,” whispered Fred, pointing to the giant sleeping lump under the thick green covers. George nodded and motioned for his two brothers to come in closer. Ron dragged his feet as he walked and for it received identical glares of DOOM!
Fred reached for the edge of the blanket, looked at George and mouthed, “One…. two…”
“THREE!” they shouted and stood aiming their guns at the once sleeping boy.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“WHO IN THE HELL?!”
“GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” Every one looked towards the door to see a very livid Harry, eyes dark and hair wild, the veins in his neck seeming to be at the point of bursting.
“HARRY? WHAT THE FUCK IS-“
“OUT!! NOW!”
O.O
A/N: okay… it can’t be too hard to figure out… unless I think I’m more sane than I really am, in either case sorry this isn’t much longer than the first chapter but… you’ll live
Again if any one is willing to beta… please leave a review stating such
^_^ Oh and Danine, Grballz, Kathie, and thrnbrooke thanks for the awesome reviews… you guys rock my boat