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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
3,473
Reviews:
7
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July 7, 1998
Journal of Draco Malfoy
July 7, 1998
Nothing I do matters. Everything I say is wrong, or is going to be wrong the moment it passes my lips. I took a vow of silence last week and Severus has yet to notice.
The final battle is on the horizon and I couldn\'t be happier for it. I have to get out of here. I want to be with someone who cares about listening to me. The sex has finally gotten to where it\'s doesn\'t hurt and sometimes feels all right, but I can\'t take another moment of looking at his deformed face or listening to him drone on about how obtuse I am. He knows I\'m clever; he\'s graded my papers, sampled my potions. He knows what I\'m capable of. I know he cops off to degrading me, but I\'m tired of being his fuck toy.
How do I know that the battle is nigh? My father, along with the rest of the imprisoned Death Eaters, has \"escaped.\" You\'d think that would have made the front page of The Daily Prophet but instead there\'s a huge article about how Potter and Lovegood are planning on getting married after the war is over. Bulbous eyes and ugly hair. Some people shouldn\'t breed.
In any case, how I know this has transpired is that my father has sent for me by owl. I showed the scroll to Severus immediately. He seemed surprised, but he didn’t say anything; he left for yet another meeting. I guess he wasn\'t made aware of this happening. While he was gone, I replied to my father that I could consider a meeting but at the moment things were entirely too chaotic. At that he sent back another missive demanding I show and take my proper place beside him amongst the ranks.
At that point I decided to wait for Severus to get back. He wasn\'t back until the next morning. I showed him the note and he backhanded me for responding at all. He didn\'t tell me not to! I could tell this wasn\'t part of his game, that he was honestly upset. Had he bothered to tell me, I would\'ve kept my scrolls to myself. (Or maybe not, I\'d like to see father. I just don\'t want to be marked. I\'m just not sure how to make that happen. It doesn\'t matter; father would just tell me that he\'s disappointed in me.)
Severus wrote back to let my father know that he was taking care of me now and that when I was ready, he would send me into battle with the rest of them. It was a brilliant letter filled with phrasing like, \"concern for your only heir\" and \"the event of his death would effectively end your family name.\" I thought it was rather compelling.
Father didn\'t seem to think so, as he sent another harsh note instructing Severus to send me along or he would be very sorry. At that, Severus had me pack a few things and dragged me off to a Muggle hotel, from where I\'m writing now. He said he was going to talk to the Dark Lord himself about this and for me to just stay here and wait.
I\'m bored.
Severus showed me what the box thing in this Muggle hotel room does. He says it\'s a \"telly.\" I presume because the people on it tell you things. Like the telly-phone is what Muggles use to tell each other things. Anyway, the telly works a bit like the Wizarding Wireless Network Active works, in that you can see people do things, and their programmes are somewhat similar. Same trite bits of boy meets girl and all of that. The picture is quite flat and kind of fuzzy. It was giving me a headache, so I turned it off. Severus left me some sleeping draught. I suppose I\'ll give that a try. I\'m not sure how else I\'ll get to sleep otherwise. I\'m kind of nervous about what all is happening. Maybe they sell some books in the gift shop, but I don\'t have Muggle coinage.
I wonder if the people from the telly-phone can bring me books whilst they\'re fetching me food. No one asks me for money when I do that. I just have to sign Severus\'s (my father- haha) name. I\'ll give that a try in the morning.
July 7, 1998
Nothing I do matters. Everything I say is wrong, or is going to be wrong the moment it passes my lips. I took a vow of silence last week and Severus has yet to notice.
The final battle is on the horizon and I couldn\'t be happier for it. I have to get out of here. I want to be with someone who cares about listening to me. The sex has finally gotten to where it\'s doesn\'t hurt and sometimes feels all right, but I can\'t take another moment of looking at his deformed face or listening to him drone on about how obtuse I am. He knows I\'m clever; he\'s graded my papers, sampled my potions. He knows what I\'m capable of. I know he cops off to degrading me, but I\'m tired of being his fuck toy.
How do I know that the battle is nigh? My father, along with the rest of the imprisoned Death Eaters, has \"escaped.\" You\'d think that would have made the front page of The Daily Prophet but instead there\'s a huge article about how Potter and Lovegood are planning on getting married after the war is over. Bulbous eyes and ugly hair. Some people shouldn\'t breed.
In any case, how I know this has transpired is that my father has sent for me by owl. I showed the scroll to Severus immediately. He seemed surprised, but he didn’t say anything; he left for yet another meeting. I guess he wasn\'t made aware of this happening. While he was gone, I replied to my father that I could consider a meeting but at the moment things were entirely too chaotic. At that he sent back another missive demanding I show and take my proper place beside him amongst the ranks.
At that point I decided to wait for Severus to get back. He wasn\'t back until the next morning. I showed him the note and he backhanded me for responding at all. He didn\'t tell me not to! I could tell this wasn\'t part of his game, that he was honestly upset. Had he bothered to tell me, I would\'ve kept my scrolls to myself. (Or maybe not, I\'d like to see father. I just don\'t want to be marked. I\'m just not sure how to make that happen. It doesn\'t matter; father would just tell me that he\'s disappointed in me.)
Severus wrote back to let my father know that he was taking care of me now and that when I was ready, he would send me into battle with the rest of them. It was a brilliant letter filled with phrasing like, \"concern for your only heir\" and \"the event of his death would effectively end your family name.\" I thought it was rather compelling.
Father didn\'t seem to think so, as he sent another harsh note instructing Severus to send me along or he would be very sorry. At that, Severus had me pack a few things and dragged me off to a Muggle hotel, from where I\'m writing now. He said he was going to talk to the Dark Lord himself about this and for me to just stay here and wait.
I\'m bored.
Severus showed me what the box thing in this Muggle hotel room does. He says it\'s a \"telly.\" I presume because the people on it tell you things. Like the telly-phone is what Muggles use to tell each other things. Anyway, the telly works a bit like the Wizarding Wireless Network Active works, in that you can see people do things, and their programmes are somewhat similar. Same trite bits of boy meets girl and all of that. The picture is quite flat and kind of fuzzy. It was giving me a headache, so I turned it off. Severus left me some sleeping draught. I suppose I\'ll give that a try. I\'m not sure how else I\'ll get to sleep otherwise. I\'m kind of nervous about what all is happening. Maybe they sell some books in the gift shop, but I don\'t have Muggle coinage.
I wonder if the people from the telly-phone can bring me books whilst they\'re fetching me food. No one asks me for money when I do that. I just have to sign Severus\'s (my father- haha) name. I\'ll give that a try in the morning.