After the End
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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1,895
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4
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After the End
Title: After the End – Journals of an Independent Slave Owner
Author: Adamanthea
Pairing: Draco x Ron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Summary: When Ron loses everything, Draco offers a new life.
Warnings: (By chapter only) M/M, character death, themes of slavery
January 3, 1999
He has nothing.
He’s almost twenty years old, and he’s lost his entire family, the whole lot of them. Pitiful, that such a big lot should meet a joint fate, and leave this one alone and helpless. I found him on the ground, two nights ago, the night of the attack. I picked him up and held him in my arms, consoling, but tired of such problematic situations.
“Come now…” I said, snickering. “What happened to you? Did the Weasel lose everything now?”
He looked up at me, vicious anger on his face, and hit me. I reacted to the strike, so full of desperate violence. “It’s all right,” I consoled softly. “I watched you suffer that torture, of watching them die. I’ll take you home now.”
“I don’t have a home,” he replied desolately. “Get away from me Malfoy. They’ll find you soon enough.”
“I had no part in your family’s untimely murder,” I said distastefully. “That was my father and other demented followers, who are slaves to a madman. I am alone in my ways… but very, very intent on taking neither side. I’ll take you to my home, my safe place.”
He nodded, not even putting a thought to it. I’d seen this type of behavior before. He had lost all hope for anything, and was giving in. It was perfect for what I wanted. I looked at him with a tender smile on my face, half false, and the thin boy in my arms, I quickly chose to apparate home.
I quickly put the little one down by the fire, to let him rest. He was sobbing uncontrollably and I allowed that. He had valued his family highly; I had to remind myself slowly. I went to the other room, and prepared some tea, which I quickly chose to bring back to the boy.
“Here,” I said comfortingly. “Take this… it’ll calm you down.”
“Why are you helping me?” he asked through choked sobs.
“Who says I’m helping?” I asked in return, grinning in his direction. “You could be drinking poison right now for all you know.”
Showing me that he didn’t care, he eagerly gulped the contents of the cup, grinning like a madman. “Shows you how much I value life,” he said quickly, viciously. I liked the fire in his eyes, and I provoked it. If he were to bend to my will, then I must provoke it viciously.
“Pathetic,” I said softly. “The Weasel wants to go join his dead family, just because life’s a little too hard. If you were on my side, and had seen the things I have, then you’d know how badly life could hurt.”
“I don’t care,” he said quietly. “The world is ending, Malfoy, and you should see it too.”
“I do.” Did he think I didn’t see how the world was slowly deteriorating? “That’s why I have a proposition for you Weasley.”
He looked up, and I noticed the color of his eyes. They were very dark green, almost enchanting. I found that I desired him to take my proposition into consideration. “What do you want from me?”
“Instead of wasting your life by ending it,” I said softly. “Give it to me.”
“What?” he asked, desperately, and I chuckled appreciatively. He was confused by my question, and I was glad to clear up the confusion.
“I know you plan to kill yourself,” I said, assured because I knew what he wanted to do to himself. He wanted to burn, just like his pitiful family members did. “Yet I wonder, could you enjoy life if it were lost, and you were reborn into slavery… your whole life would be controlled by my will. It would give us both purpose.”
He looked almost stupid, sitting there with his eyelashes fluttering at me. He looked defiant, yet too weak to protest much. I decided to take upon myself the challenge of taming him. I pressed my lips against his roughly, surprising him and forcing him to gasp, his mouth opening just wide enough for me.
I gripped the back of his head by the hair, and deepened the kiss, feeling around his mouth almost hungrily. I did not really desire him yet; I only wanted to prove the passion that I had for him.
He whispered something before he passed out from the sedative I’d given him. I could almost swear that I heard the words, “Yes… oh gods, yes.”
Author: Adamanthea
Pairing: Draco x Ron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Summary: When Ron loses everything, Draco offers a new life.
Warnings: (By chapter only) M/M, character death, themes of slavery
January 3, 1999
He has nothing.
He’s almost twenty years old, and he’s lost his entire family, the whole lot of them. Pitiful, that such a big lot should meet a joint fate, and leave this one alone and helpless. I found him on the ground, two nights ago, the night of the attack. I picked him up and held him in my arms, consoling, but tired of such problematic situations.
“Come now…” I said, snickering. “What happened to you? Did the Weasel lose everything now?”
He looked up at me, vicious anger on his face, and hit me. I reacted to the strike, so full of desperate violence. “It’s all right,” I consoled softly. “I watched you suffer that torture, of watching them die. I’ll take you home now.”
“I don’t have a home,” he replied desolately. “Get away from me Malfoy. They’ll find you soon enough.”
“I had no part in your family’s untimely murder,” I said distastefully. “That was my father and other demented followers, who are slaves to a madman. I am alone in my ways… but very, very intent on taking neither side. I’ll take you to my home, my safe place.”
He nodded, not even putting a thought to it. I’d seen this type of behavior before. He had lost all hope for anything, and was giving in. It was perfect for what I wanted. I looked at him with a tender smile on my face, half false, and the thin boy in my arms, I quickly chose to apparate home.
I quickly put the little one down by the fire, to let him rest. He was sobbing uncontrollably and I allowed that. He had valued his family highly; I had to remind myself slowly. I went to the other room, and prepared some tea, which I quickly chose to bring back to the boy.
“Here,” I said comfortingly. “Take this… it’ll calm you down.”
“Why are you helping me?” he asked through choked sobs.
“Who says I’m helping?” I asked in return, grinning in his direction. “You could be drinking poison right now for all you know.”
Showing me that he didn’t care, he eagerly gulped the contents of the cup, grinning like a madman. “Shows you how much I value life,” he said quickly, viciously. I liked the fire in his eyes, and I provoked it. If he were to bend to my will, then I must provoke it viciously.
“Pathetic,” I said softly. “The Weasel wants to go join his dead family, just because life’s a little too hard. If you were on my side, and had seen the things I have, then you’d know how badly life could hurt.”
“I don’t care,” he said quietly. “The world is ending, Malfoy, and you should see it too.”
“I do.” Did he think I didn’t see how the world was slowly deteriorating? “That’s why I have a proposition for you Weasley.”
He looked up, and I noticed the color of his eyes. They were very dark green, almost enchanting. I found that I desired him to take my proposition into consideration. “What do you want from me?”
“Instead of wasting your life by ending it,” I said softly. “Give it to me.”
“What?” he asked, desperately, and I chuckled appreciatively. He was confused by my question, and I was glad to clear up the confusion.
“I know you plan to kill yourself,” I said, assured because I knew what he wanted to do to himself. He wanted to burn, just like his pitiful family members did. “Yet I wonder, could you enjoy life if it were lost, and you were reborn into slavery… your whole life would be controlled by my will. It would give us both purpose.”
He looked almost stupid, sitting there with his eyelashes fluttering at me. He looked defiant, yet too weak to protest much. I decided to take upon myself the challenge of taming him. I pressed my lips against his roughly, surprising him and forcing him to gasp, his mouth opening just wide enough for me.
I gripped the back of his head by the hair, and deepened the kiss, feeling around his mouth almost hungrily. I did not really desire him yet; I only wanted to prove the passion that I had for him.
He whispered something before he passed out from the sedative I’d given him. I could almost swear that I heard the words, “Yes… oh gods, yes.”