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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
3,474
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
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.
July 21, 1998
Journal of Draco Malfoy
July 21, 1998
Severus finally came back after a few days. It didn\'t look as if they sent him to a day spa (they had those at the hotel, it wasn\'t bad). He was covered head to toe in bruises and scratches. I packed my things and we went back to his cottage. He refused to tell me what had happened, but only that he wished he\'d treated me better than he had. He called me his trophy, his shining achievement of aristocracy and that he was happy to have had me for as long as he had. I thought that meant that he was going to send me off to my father, but he didn\'t. Instead he just lay there patiently as I worked the salve over his abrasions and stared at me. He called me beautiful several times, but it didn\'t turn my stomach like it usually does.
That night he let me face him when he fucked me. It was still pretty rough, but at least I could watch his face without straining my neck. He kept saying that he was going to do right by me, that he\'d made a promise and that he was going to honor it. That he hoped that I would think of him fondly. Fondly? I guess so. He has gone through great trouble to keep me safe. I just wish he\'d listen to me. Through all of his speechmaking he wouldn\'t let me speak.
Now he\'s been gone for three days. I haven\'t even received a copy of The Daily Prophet. I can almost smell the blood on the ground. I\'m sitting in the window now, watching for him. He usually Apparates next to the willow in the yard. Sometimes I think I see him out there, but it\'s a bird, or it\'s just so dark, or I\'ve fallen asleep and it\'s a strange dream. I feel compelled to help, but I don\'t know where to go. He didn\'t tell me anything at all. He just kissed me... the first tender kiss he\'d ever given me and then he was gone. I\'m scared. And I think I\'m going to cry.
July 21, 1998
Severus finally came back after a few days. It didn\'t look as if they sent him to a day spa (they had those at the hotel, it wasn\'t bad). He was covered head to toe in bruises and scratches. I packed my things and we went back to his cottage. He refused to tell me what had happened, but only that he wished he\'d treated me better than he had. He called me his trophy, his shining achievement of aristocracy and that he was happy to have had me for as long as he had. I thought that meant that he was going to send me off to my father, but he didn\'t. Instead he just lay there patiently as I worked the salve over his abrasions and stared at me. He called me beautiful several times, but it didn\'t turn my stomach like it usually does.
That night he let me face him when he fucked me. It was still pretty rough, but at least I could watch his face without straining my neck. He kept saying that he was going to do right by me, that he\'d made a promise and that he was going to honor it. That he hoped that I would think of him fondly. Fondly? I guess so. He has gone through great trouble to keep me safe. I just wish he\'d listen to me. Through all of his speechmaking he wouldn\'t let me speak.
Now he\'s been gone for three days. I haven\'t even received a copy of The Daily Prophet. I can almost smell the blood on the ground. I\'m sitting in the window now, watching for him. He usually Apparates next to the willow in the yard. Sometimes I think I see him out there, but it\'s a bird, or it\'s just so dark, or I\'ve fallen asleep and it\'s a strange dream. I feel compelled to help, but I don\'t know where to go. He didn\'t tell me anything at all. He just kissed me... the first tender kiss he\'d ever given me and then he was gone. I\'m scared. And I think I\'m going to cry.