The Blink Series
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,714
Reviews:
4
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.
Here's Your Letter
title: The Blink Series (3/4)
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: angst, slash, het, romance, post-Hogwarts, war-fic
spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
pairing: Harry/Ginny, Harry/ Draco
rating: hard R
warnings: mention of het smut, mention of slash smut, gaybashing!Ginny, self inflicted violence, cheating, broken marriage
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all the other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: Let me bleed once more to cleanse the wound before I let it heal. This song is from Blink 182\'s self titled album.
Here\'s Your Letter
by Chibimono Akuno
//lyrics by Blink 182//
//Cut the skin to the bone
Fall asleep all alone
Hear your voice in the dark
Lose myself in your eyes
Choke my voice
Say goodnight as the w fal falls apart
Fuck I can\'t let this kill me
Let go
I need some more time to fix this//
Remus found Harry with a bloody wound across his scar. It looked like the young man had tried to scrape the scar off his forehead. Not a pretty sight. He was doctored and bundled into bed. Everyone chalked it up to stress from the war.
No one not the the way Harry cringed and almost visibly shrunk away when Ginny entered the same room he was in. No one noticed the infinitely dark marks underneath his eyes. No one noticed that he was the only one in his bed at night. Harry had always been away so much, they were actually beginning to forget that Ginny was still married to Harry. No one noticed the ring that had gone missing from Ginny\'s finger as she climbed into their beds.
One night, in a drunken stupor, Ginny had stumbled into Harry\'s room. She asked for a fuck, or if it was even possible for a gay bastard of a husband to even get it up for his castaway wife.
Harry could not find his voice as his heart died in his chest. Ginny had always been a good friend, a sister to him. The hatred was breaking him.
She said goodnight with a few crude words and floundered out of the room. Harry wandered into his bathroom and scraped away at his scare with the blades of a dulled pair of scissors.
//Here\'s a letter for you
But the words get confused
And the conversation dies
Apologize for the past
Talk some shit take it back
Are we cursed to this life//
\"Just wait until the end of the war, and you can have it all,\" Harry whispered, his throat hoarse from screaming on the battlefield all day.
\"I can\'t have what I want, you fruit!\" Ginny screamed. \"I want you, but you are fucking that evil ponce preening over on the other side!\"
\"He\'s not evil!\" Harry\'s voice was raised. \"He\'s not even fighting!\"
\"He still has the Dark Mark!\"
\"He\'d rather die than follow Voldemort again! He loves me! He would never hurt me!\"
\"He\'s just waiting for the right time to turn you in to his master, Harry! And how do you know what love is, Harry! I love you! Look what you have done to me!\"
\"What, Ginny?! I made you a whore?! You did that to yourself!\"
\"I\'m doing it because you don\'t love me! I\'m finding love where I can get it, you pillowbiting son of a bitch!\"
\"LOVE?! That\'s not love, Ginny! That\'s just a rough fuck with whoever will put out!\"
\"No, Harry. You are the only one who ever fucked rough,\" Ginny hissed through clenched teeth.
Harry wanted to say that he was sorry, but she was gone before the words could form on his tongue.
//Fuck I can\'t let this kill me
Let go
I need some more time to fix this problem
I need some more time to fix this problem
I need some more time to fix this//
Scrape scrape bleed. It did not help, Harry found out. Hurting himself did not ease the pain from hurting Ginny. It did not help anything.
He was out on the battlefield and he found himself wanting to kill Death Eaters more than once. Killing made him just as bad as Voldemort, he forced himself to remember.
He just needed the end. The end of the war. The end of what was between he and Ginny. The end of his own life. Just one of them. Either of them. All of them. Anything. It was too much. I did not know if he could handle it anymore. He just did not know what to do.
//I\'m talking to the ceiling
My life just lost all meaning
Do one thing for me tonight
I\'m dying in this silence
The last star left in heaven
Is falling down to earth and
Do you still feel the same way
Do you still feel the same way//
Lost in between dreams, Harry drifted in and out of a world that was both peaceful and nightmarish. He dreamed that he was not real and nothing mattered and Draco never knew him and Ginny has always hated him. He woke up wanting Draco, only to find out he woke up in another dream.
Waking. Dreaming. Nightmare. Reality. It was all the same now. Nothing made sense. Battlefield. Bed. Fight. Argue. When would he die?
In the cold night, Harry wandered into a room where Ginny slept in an empty bed.
\"If you still love me,\" he whispered as he touched her red hair, \"when this war is over, let me go. Let\'s stop hurting each other. Just let me go and let the hurting stop.\"
On the morning that the last star fell from the cold night and Voldemort lay dead in the rubble, Ginny let him go.
~ to be continued ~
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: angst, slash, het, romance, post-Hogwarts, war-fic
spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
pairing: Harry/Ginny, Harry/ Draco
rating: hard R
warnings: mention of het smut, mention of slash smut, gaybashing!Ginny, self inflicted violence, cheating, broken marriage
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all the other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: Let me bleed once more to cleanse the wound before I let it heal. This song is from Blink 182\'s self titled album.
Here\'s Your Letter
by Chibimono Akuno
//lyrics by Blink 182//
//Cut the skin to the bone
Fall asleep all alone
Hear your voice in the dark
Lose myself in your eyes
Choke my voice
Say goodnight as the w fal falls apart
Fuck I can\'t let this kill me
Let go
I need some more time to fix this//
Remus found Harry with a bloody wound across his scar. It looked like the young man had tried to scrape the scar off his forehead. Not a pretty sight. He was doctored and bundled into bed. Everyone chalked it up to stress from the war.
No one not the the way Harry cringed and almost visibly shrunk away when Ginny entered the same room he was in. No one noticed the infinitely dark marks underneath his eyes. No one noticed that he was the only one in his bed at night. Harry had always been away so much, they were actually beginning to forget that Ginny was still married to Harry. No one noticed the ring that had gone missing from Ginny\'s finger as she climbed into their beds.
One night, in a drunken stupor, Ginny had stumbled into Harry\'s room. She asked for a fuck, or if it was even possible for a gay bastard of a husband to even get it up for his castaway wife.
Harry could not find his voice as his heart died in his chest. Ginny had always been a good friend, a sister to him. The hatred was breaking him.
She said goodnight with a few crude words and floundered out of the room. Harry wandered into his bathroom and scraped away at his scare with the blades of a dulled pair of scissors.
//Here\'s a letter for you
But the words get confused
And the conversation dies
Apologize for the past
Talk some shit take it back
Are we cursed to this life//
\"Just wait until the end of the war, and you can have it all,\" Harry whispered, his throat hoarse from screaming on the battlefield all day.
\"I can\'t have what I want, you fruit!\" Ginny screamed. \"I want you, but you are fucking that evil ponce preening over on the other side!\"
\"He\'s not evil!\" Harry\'s voice was raised. \"He\'s not even fighting!\"
\"He still has the Dark Mark!\"
\"He\'d rather die than follow Voldemort again! He loves me! He would never hurt me!\"
\"He\'s just waiting for the right time to turn you in to his master, Harry! And how do you know what love is, Harry! I love you! Look what you have done to me!\"
\"What, Ginny?! I made you a whore?! You did that to yourself!\"
\"I\'m doing it because you don\'t love me! I\'m finding love where I can get it, you pillowbiting son of a bitch!\"
\"LOVE?! That\'s not love, Ginny! That\'s just a rough fuck with whoever will put out!\"
\"No, Harry. You are the only one who ever fucked rough,\" Ginny hissed through clenched teeth.
Harry wanted to say that he was sorry, but she was gone before the words could form on his tongue.
//Fuck I can\'t let this kill me
Let go
I need some more time to fix this problem
I need some more time to fix this problem
I need some more time to fix this//
Scrape scrape bleed. It did not help, Harry found out. Hurting himself did not ease the pain from hurting Ginny. It did not help anything.
He was out on the battlefield and he found himself wanting to kill Death Eaters more than once. Killing made him just as bad as Voldemort, he forced himself to remember.
He just needed the end. The end of the war. The end of what was between he and Ginny. The end of his own life. Just one of them. Either of them. All of them. Anything. It was too much. I did not know if he could handle it anymore. He just did not know what to do.
//I\'m talking to the ceiling
My life just lost all meaning
Do one thing for me tonight
I\'m dying in this silence
The last star left in heaven
Is falling down to earth and
Do you still feel the same way
Do you still feel the same way//
Lost in between dreams, Harry drifted in and out of a world that was both peaceful and nightmarish. He dreamed that he was not real and nothing mattered and Draco never knew him and Ginny has always hated him. He woke up wanting Draco, only to find out he woke up in another dream.
Waking. Dreaming. Nightmare. Reality. It was all the same now. Nothing made sense. Battlefield. Bed. Fight. Argue. When would he die?
In the cold night, Harry wandered into a room where Ginny slept in an empty bed.
\"If you still love me,\" he whispered as he touched her red hair, \"when this war is over, let me go. Let\'s stop hurting each other. Just let me go and let the hurting stop.\"
On the morning that the last star fell from the cold night and Voldemort lay dead in the rubble, Ginny let him go.
~ to be continued ~