The Blink Series
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,711
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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All Of This
title: The Blink Series (1/4)
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: 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: Written on a bad day to a song that emotionally wounds me every time I hear it. The song is from Blink 182\'s self titled album.
All Of This
by Chibimono Akuno
//lyrics by Blink 182//
//With all of this I know now
Everything inside of my head
It all just goes to show how
Nothing I know changes me at all
Again I wait for this to change instead
To tear the world in two
Another night with her
But I\'m always wanting you//
Harry Potter sat in an alley as the rain poured down on him. It soaked through his clothes and into his skin. He wished with all his might that it would wash him clean, would wash the blood from his hands, the pain from his heart, and the guilt from his soul.
But that would never be. He could wish for forever and a day, but it would never change a thing.
Just like it would never change that he was in the middle of a war.
Just like it would never change that he had married his best friend\'s sister.
Just like it would never change that he was in love with his enemy.
He sat in the rain and tried to think of a world where everything was different, but his imagination lacked the skills to take him away to where he wanted to be. He could only think about the warm bed that Draco Malfoy was tucked into. And yet his mind was always dragged back to the bed of Ginny Potter, the bed that he truly belonged in.
Trudging listlessly through the summer storm, he made his way back to Grimmauld Place, back to his wife. He was glad for the rain as it fell. It made it harder for him to tell his tears from the raindrops streaming down his face.
//Use me Holly come on and use me
We know where we go
Use me Holly come on and use me
We go where we know//
In a familiar place, he used his familiar smile to look upon his red-headed beauty. It was all fake, but no one really knew. It was easier to come home when he could just believe that it was saving lives. This was were he belonged, after all. With the good guys.
Not in the embrace of a young man that kissed Harry until he cried. Not in the bed of a young man who made him feel whole while on the other side of the line. Not in the body of the young man who made him love and feel loved in return.
He would run there if he could. Harry did not want to be here at all, here at home with the people who thought he was some kind of saviour. Unfortunately, this was the only home he had ever known, the only home where he was ever welcome.
And through it all, Harry just wished that Ginny would never know. He laid her back upon the bed at night, kissed her ever so roughly and taking her just as hard, with the headboard slamming against the wall. She loved it. Just like she loved him. Just like she loved that he was the Boy Who Lived. Just like she loved that he would be the one to win the war. Just because she loved that he was wonderful... and rich... and famous... and Harry bloody James fucking Potter.
Doesn\'t everyone love you, Harry? he asked himself...
Just win the war and they will love you all, he smiled grimly to himself as he curled up on his side with his back to Ginny and tried not to cry for Draco in his sleep.
//With all of this I feel now
Everything inside of my heart
It all just seems to be how
Nothing I feel pulls at me at all
Again I wait for this to pull apart
To break my time in two
Another night with her
But I\'m always wanting you//
Weeks on the battle field. Weeks not home. Weeks without Ginny.
Weeks in Draco\'s bed.
Harry knew every morning he woke up to run to a battle, that he would eventually not return here to the bed of silk sheets and the nibble body of Draco Malfoy. Eventually not return because he still had Ginny... Eventually not return because he was dead.
Maybe that was the best way to go, Harry thought some days. Having both was really impossible. Draco was so patient, but it would not take much for Ginny to ever learn the truth. He wanted to stay with Draco to the point that it made him numb to everything else a part from the pain of just wanting him. And yet, he had to go home, to his duties as a hero and as a husband.
Tipsy and hurting so miserably, he sat in the rain-drenched alley, waiting to return home without everyone knowing he was a bastard. Gods, his clothes smelled like men\'s cologne, spilled champagne, and Bertie Bott\'s Every Flavour lubricated sex. Harry made sure he returned home in the rain, because Merlin knows that smell could not be hidden.
And as Ginny towel-dried his haphazard raven hair from the wetness of the stormy night, she kissed Harry\'s neck, and Harry nearly cried as he remembered Draco kissing him just like that before leaving him.
//She\'s all I need
She\'s all I dream
She\'s all I\'m always wanting
She\'s all I need
She\'s all I dream
She\'s all I\'m always wanting you//
Why the marriage, Harry? he would ask himself. Why the sham?
Because he wanted to be what his parents had been. Normal. He wanted to be what people wanted him to be. The hero, who was normal. He wanted to be what Ginny wanted him to be. A normal husband. That was what he wanted, he was sure of it.
Yet... he always wanted Draco... more than anything...
~ 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: 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: Written on a bad day to a song that emotionally wounds me every time I hear it. The song is from Blink 182\'s self titled album.
All Of This
by Chibimono Akuno
//lyrics by Blink 182//
//With all of this I know now
Everything inside of my head
It all just goes to show how
Nothing I know changes me at all
Again I wait for this to change instead
To tear the world in two
Another night with her
But I\'m always wanting you//
Harry Potter sat in an alley as the rain poured down on him. It soaked through his clothes and into his skin. He wished with all his might that it would wash him clean, would wash the blood from his hands, the pain from his heart, and the guilt from his soul.
But that would never be. He could wish for forever and a day, but it would never change a thing.
Just like it would never change that he was in the middle of a war.
Just like it would never change that he had married his best friend\'s sister.
Just like it would never change that he was in love with his enemy.
He sat in the rain and tried to think of a world where everything was different, but his imagination lacked the skills to take him away to where he wanted to be. He could only think about the warm bed that Draco Malfoy was tucked into. And yet his mind was always dragged back to the bed of Ginny Potter, the bed that he truly belonged in.
Trudging listlessly through the summer storm, he made his way back to Grimmauld Place, back to his wife. He was glad for the rain as it fell. It made it harder for him to tell his tears from the raindrops streaming down his face.
//Use me Holly come on and use me
We know where we go
Use me Holly come on and use me
We go where we know//
In a familiar place, he used his familiar smile to look upon his red-headed beauty. It was all fake, but no one really knew. It was easier to come home when he could just believe that it was saving lives. This was were he belonged, after all. With the good guys.
Not in the embrace of a young man that kissed Harry until he cried. Not in the bed of a young man who made him feel whole while on the other side of the line. Not in the body of the young man who made him love and feel loved in return.
He would run there if he could. Harry did not want to be here at all, here at home with the people who thought he was some kind of saviour. Unfortunately, this was the only home he had ever known, the only home where he was ever welcome.
And through it all, Harry just wished that Ginny would never know. He laid her back upon the bed at night, kissed her ever so roughly and taking her just as hard, with the headboard slamming against the wall. She loved it. Just like she loved him. Just like she loved that he was the Boy Who Lived. Just like she loved that he would be the one to win the war. Just because she loved that he was wonderful... and rich... and famous... and Harry bloody James fucking Potter.
Doesn\'t everyone love you, Harry? he asked himself...
Just win the war and they will love you all, he smiled grimly to himself as he curled up on his side with his back to Ginny and tried not to cry for Draco in his sleep.
//With all of this I feel now
Everything inside of my heart
It all just seems to be how
Nothing I feel pulls at me at all
Again I wait for this to pull apart
To break my time in two
Another night with her
But I\'m always wanting you//
Weeks on the battle field. Weeks not home. Weeks without Ginny.
Weeks in Draco\'s bed.
Harry knew every morning he woke up to run to a battle, that he would eventually not return here to the bed of silk sheets and the nibble body of Draco Malfoy. Eventually not return because he still had Ginny... Eventually not return because he was dead.
Maybe that was the best way to go, Harry thought some days. Having both was really impossible. Draco was so patient, but it would not take much for Ginny to ever learn the truth. He wanted to stay with Draco to the point that it made him numb to everything else a part from the pain of just wanting him. And yet, he had to go home, to his duties as a hero and as a husband.
Tipsy and hurting so miserably, he sat in the rain-drenched alley, waiting to return home without everyone knowing he was a bastard. Gods, his clothes smelled like men\'s cologne, spilled champagne, and Bertie Bott\'s Every Flavour lubricated sex. Harry made sure he returned home in the rain, because Merlin knows that smell could not be hidden.
And as Ginny towel-dried his haphazard raven hair from the wetness of the stormy night, she kissed Harry\'s neck, and Harry nearly cried as he remembered Draco kissing him just like that before leaving him.
//She\'s all I need
She\'s all I dream
She\'s all I\'m always wanting
She\'s all I need
She\'s all I dream
She\'s all I\'m always wanting you//
Why the marriage, Harry? he would ask himself. Why the sham?
Because he wanted to be what his parents had been. Normal. He wanted to be what people wanted him to be. The hero, who was normal. He wanted to be what Ginny wanted him to be. A normal husband. That was what he wanted, he was sure of it.
Yet... he always wanted Draco... more than anything...
~ to be continued ~