An Artist's approach
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,642
Reviews:
6
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Currently Reading:
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An Artist's approach
An Artists approach
“You cretinous fool!” A bookcase imploded magnificently, its jagged former shelves ripping through silken powder blue bed sheets like a knife through creamy butter.
“What haven’t I done for you? What haven’t I provided that would cause this UTTER BETRAYAL?!”
A rather prized statue of a brittle porcelain dragon was sent crashing to the floor, easily splitting in to tiny smithereens of sharp little white knives, so razor edged were they.
“YOU HAVEN’T LOVED ME!”
“Ungrateful little swine! What good is love when you have the opportunity of a life time?!”
“A lifetime with a corrupt sliver of insanity, submit to him I will not! I would rather die in the seven beds of HELL than bow down to that symbol of inhumanity, like some Japanese rent boy!”
A sharp slap, delivered by a palm that had never seen the calluses of hard work rang across a strong, angular cheek. The slightly pointed face the cheek belonged to was thrust swiftly aside, the fringe hanging over it, swaying slightly in the breeze created by heated and slightly panicked breath.
“Be careful what you wish for, for I too would rather see you rotting in the family plot, then ever see you achieve under what you were born to deserve!”
With a smart turn of the heel, Lucius Malfoy left the rooms of his son, with a swing of ice blond hair…and a disgusted sneer of contempt.
***
“The belligerence! The sheer unadulterated cheek!” A paper white hand clutched the tip of a silver tipped cane with a claw like intensity.
“Lucius.” A low velvety voice warned, “He is your son…above and beyond anything you should remember his place in your heart, for know one else will.”
“Do you know he actually had the effrontery to accuse of me, no TELL ME that I haven’t loved him?” A swift exhale through clenched teeth, “I am ashamed to call him my own!”
“Lucius, your mask slips, give him time and he will come around to our way of thinking my friend. Send him back after the summer and I will try a different approach, a more…” Here the obsidian gaze of Hogwarts potions master, flashed with anticipation. “Effective approach.”
***
Draco picked up the shattered pieces of his life with barely controlled sobbing breaths. Thrusting his now snapped broom aside, he climbed into the remnants of his bed and dashed the tears from his cheeks.
He felt vulnerable and exposed for the first time in his life and he didn’t like it one iota. This was not a typical Mal…no a typical Draco reaction to a minor upset.
Here he sat up with a huff of black mirth, minor, that was a joke and a half. Shaking his head to try and clear his mood he reached over to a side table and reached for a crumpled packet of cigarettes. Finding the accompanying box of matches slid one between his lips and nonchalantly lit it, snuffing the flame with a shake of his wrist.
Climbing from the bed after the first few satisfying drags had seared his lungs he strolled over to his wardrobe and wrenched the door open to feast his eyes upon the covered object within.
Carefully sliding the cover off and aside he gazed critically upon his master piece, twisting his head to the side his gaze narrowed and he took the cigarette from his lips and exhaled slowly.
With a start of movement he plunged the cigarette into his wardrobe door and flicked it aside, taking up his brush he swirled in his murky jar of water and dabbed it into his pallet.
***
“The boy has barely eaten, not a glimpse have I seen of your son since your unruly fight of three weeks ago, Lucius darling what did you do to him?” Narcissa smiled benignly as she buttered her toast with a delicate hand.
“I, my dear did nothing at all, it is his own guilt and shame which keeps him locked in that room.” Lucius said, flicking his newspaper open angrily and burying himself between its pages, an indication that he wished to be badgered no longer.
Narcissa glanced out of the floor to ceiling windows of there opulent dining room onto the lavish grounds below.
“The roses are late this year, do you not think it is high time they bloomed and made an appearance again?”
Smiling sweetly at the picture of a waving Fudge, she gracefully departed the table only to have her wrist caught before she left.
“You, oh apple of my eye, are as usual right, I shall call him down directly.”
Dropping a kiss onto his blonde locks Narcissa smiled, “Thank you dear,”
***
Draco eyed his Father’s hand carved marble inkwell sullenly, drawing his foot up onto the plush chintz seat of his chair rebelliously.
“I have nothing more to say to you Father.”
A sheaf of papers flew off the desk like a flock of startled doves. “Nothing more to say to me!! Then you have no more reason to live under this roof boy! For I will NOT tolerate a disobedient son!”
“Fine.” With one graceful move Draco had left his chair and was halfway across the room before his Father bid him halt.
With his hands planted firmly on the desk his Father, head bowed spoke in a clipped manner to the polished wood before him.
“I have replaced your ruined school supplies and arranged for the traditional single room for your last year at Hogwarts, you will be on that train tomorrow if I have to place you there by the strength of my own hand. Do you understand?”
Upon receiving no answer he finally gave his temper reign and bellowed “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”
“Yes Father.”
***
Author is peckish, reveiws would be appreciated. Conversation tends to be a bit wordy because these people are aristocratic but not to worry Harry and the rest speak quite normally I can assure you.
“You cretinous fool!” A bookcase imploded magnificently, its jagged former shelves ripping through silken powder blue bed sheets like a knife through creamy butter.
“What haven’t I done for you? What haven’t I provided that would cause this UTTER BETRAYAL?!”
A rather prized statue of a brittle porcelain dragon was sent crashing to the floor, easily splitting in to tiny smithereens of sharp little white knives, so razor edged were they.
“YOU HAVEN’T LOVED ME!”
“Ungrateful little swine! What good is love when you have the opportunity of a life time?!”
“A lifetime with a corrupt sliver of insanity, submit to him I will not! I would rather die in the seven beds of HELL than bow down to that symbol of inhumanity, like some Japanese rent boy!”
A sharp slap, delivered by a palm that had never seen the calluses of hard work rang across a strong, angular cheek. The slightly pointed face the cheek belonged to was thrust swiftly aside, the fringe hanging over it, swaying slightly in the breeze created by heated and slightly panicked breath.
“Be careful what you wish for, for I too would rather see you rotting in the family plot, then ever see you achieve under what you were born to deserve!”
With a smart turn of the heel, Lucius Malfoy left the rooms of his son, with a swing of ice blond hair…and a disgusted sneer of contempt.
***
“The belligerence! The sheer unadulterated cheek!” A paper white hand clutched the tip of a silver tipped cane with a claw like intensity.
“Lucius.” A low velvety voice warned, “He is your son…above and beyond anything you should remember his place in your heart, for know one else will.”
“Do you know he actually had the effrontery to accuse of me, no TELL ME that I haven’t loved him?” A swift exhale through clenched teeth, “I am ashamed to call him my own!”
“Lucius, your mask slips, give him time and he will come around to our way of thinking my friend. Send him back after the summer and I will try a different approach, a more…” Here the obsidian gaze of Hogwarts potions master, flashed with anticipation. “Effective approach.”
***
Draco picked up the shattered pieces of his life with barely controlled sobbing breaths. Thrusting his now snapped broom aside, he climbed into the remnants of his bed and dashed the tears from his cheeks.
He felt vulnerable and exposed for the first time in his life and he didn’t like it one iota. This was not a typical Mal…no a typical Draco reaction to a minor upset.
Here he sat up with a huff of black mirth, minor, that was a joke and a half. Shaking his head to try and clear his mood he reached over to a side table and reached for a crumpled packet of cigarettes. Finding the accompanying box of matches slid one between his lips and nonchalantly lit it, snuffing the flame with a shake of his wrist.
Climbing from the bed after the first few satisfying drags had seared his lungs he strolled over to his wardrobe and wrenched the door open to feast his eyes upon the covered object within.
Carefully sliding the cover off and aside he gazed critically upon his master piece, twisting his head to the side his gaze narrowed and he took the cigarette from his lips and exhaled slowly.
With a start of movement he plunged the cigarette into his wardrobe door and flicked it aside, taking up his brush he swirled in his murky jar of water and dabbed it into his pallet.
***
“The boy has barely eaten, not a glimpse have I seen of your son since your unruly fight of three weeks ago, Lucius darling what did you do to him?” Narcissa smiled benignly as she buttered her toast with a delicate hand.
“I, my dear did nothing at all, it is his own guilt and shame which keeps him locked in that room.” Lucius said, flicking his newspaper open angrily and burying himself between its pages, an indication that he wished to be badgered no longer.
Narcissa glanced out of the floor to ceiling windows of there opulent dining room onto the lavish grounds below.
“The roses are late this year, do you not think it is high time they bloomed and made an appearance again?”
Smiling sweetly at the picture of a waving Fudge, she gracefully departed the table only to have her wrist caught before she left.
“You, oh apple of my eye, are as usual right, I shall call him down directly.”
Dropping a kiss onto his blonde locks Narcissa smiled, “Thank you dear,”
***
Draco eyed his Father’s hand carved marble inkwell sullenly, drawing his foot up onto the plush chintz seat of his chair rebelliously.
“I have nothing more to say to you Father.”
A sheaf of papers flew off the desk like a flock of startled doves. “Nothing more to say to me!! Then you have no more reason to live under this roof boy! For I will NOT tolerate a disobedient son!”
“Fine.” With one graceful move Draco had left his chair and was halfway across the room before his Father bid him halt.
With his hands planted firmly on the desk his Father, head bowed spoke in a clipped manner to the polished wood before him.
“I have replaced your ruined school supplies and arranged for the traditional single room for your last year at Hogwarts, you will be on that train tomorrow if I have to place you there by the strength of my own hand. Do you understand?”
Upon receiving no answer he finally gave his temper reign and bellowed “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”
“Yes Father.”
***
Author is peckish, reveiws would be appreciated. Conversation tends to be a bit wordy because these people are aristocratic but not to worry Harry and the rest speak quite normally I can assure you.