Forgiveness
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,207
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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.
Alternate Ending
Author's Note: This is the alternate ending. Actually it's the original ending that I wrote when the characters wouldn't cooperate and then cut when I put in the ending I imagined. Oh well, like it or hate it, please, please, please review.
~*~*~*~*~*
“Continue, Mr. Malfoy.” You realize then why Draco was hesitating- he was respecting Master. You have lost your mind in the passionate haze he created with his lips and tongue on your heated skin but the other two men in the room are following ceremony and tradition.
Draco moves lower, beginning a familiar game with your cock. You gasp when Master moves over you, claiming your mouth with a force that is bruising. His brutality starkly contrasts against the gentle taking of Draco’s mouth but both are setting you closer and closer to that pleasurable precipice. You are moaning into Master, pressing your hips closer to Draco, trying to find magic within the two of them.
Master pulls away, just as harshly as he took your lips. “If you let him come, Mr. Malfoy, the night is over.” And Draco is gone. Your body, which only moments ago, was over-sensitized, is suddenly bereft. You want to beg and plead but Master’s expression stops you, keeps you quiet and still. Master and Draco are above you, their eyes meeting and conveying a conversation you remain oblivious to.
“On your knees, Harry.” Draco breaks the silence and then the stillness, helping you to turn over. He slips under you so that you are straddling his hips, your forehead resting against his, fast breathing mingles, your heartbeat thumping a staccato rhythm in time to his own. The position has your knees spread wide and the only thing you can see are Draco’s blue eyes swirling with emotion. Behind you, you can feel the heavy stare of your Master as he inspects your body, draped over Draco’s pale creamy flesh.
You can hear the rustle of Master moving about, opening a drawer, then a faint click. “Such a beautiful contrast, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy. I wonder how it will look ...” You have only an instant to feel the cold metal before he pulls the trigger of a muggle handgun- the same one that defeated Voldemort. The bullet is just as effective now as it was then, and in a moment you are gone, Draco’s last breath spilling only an instant after your own.
When they find you tomorrow, it will be wrapped in the arms of the man you loved, killed by the man you betrayed-the most cliché crime of passion. The note they find lying on the pillow beside you, will explain it all.
‘I will never forgive you.’
~*~*~*~*~*
“Continue, Mr. Malfoy.” You realize then why Draco was hesitating- he was respecting Master. You have lost your mind in the passionate haze he created with his lips and tongue on your heated skin but the other two men in the room are following ceremony and tradition.
Draco moves lower, beginning a familiar game with your cock. You gasp when Master moves over you, claiming your mouth with a force that is bruising. His brutality starkly contrasts against the gentle taking of Draco’s mouth but both are setting you closer and closer to that pleasurable precipice. You are moaning into Master, pressing your hips closer to Draco, trying to find magic within the two of them.
Master pulls away, just as harshly as he took your lips. “If you let him come, Mr. Malfoy, the night is over.” And Draco is gone. Your body, which only moments ago, was over-sensitized, is suddenly bereft. You want to beg and plead but Master’s expression stops you, keeps you quiet and still. Master and Draco are above you, their eyes meeting and conveying a conversation you remain oblivious to.
“On your knees, Harry.” Draco breaks the silence and then the stillness, helping you to turn over. He slips under you so that you are straddling his hips, your forehead resting against his, fast breathing mingles, your heartbeat thumping a staccato rhythm in time to his own. The position has your knees spread wide and the only thing you can see are Draco’s blue eyes swirling with emotion. Behind you, you can feel the heavy stare of your Master as he inspects your body, draped over Draco’s pale creamy flesh.
You can hear the rustle of Master moving about, opening a drawer, then a faint click. “Such a beautiful contrast, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy. I wonder how it will look ...” You have only an instant to feel the cold metal before he pulls the trigger of a muggle handgun- the same one that defeated Voldemort. The bullet is just as effective now as it was then, and in a moment you are gone, Draco’s last breath spilling only an instant after your own.
When they find you tomorrow, it will be wrapped in the arms of the man you loved, killed by the man you betrayed-the most cliché crime of passion. The note they find lying on the pillow beside you, will explain it all.
‘I will never forgive you.’