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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Snape/Lucius
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,925
Reviews:
10
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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Malfoys don't cry
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Title: Malfoys don’t cry
Author: RunningWithCoyotes
Pairing: none.
Disclaimer: If I did own them, it wouldn’t be called fanfiction,
and Sev would get all the guys. Except Dumbledore cause that’s
just creepy.
Summary: Do you honestly NEED one?
Warnings: spoilers for the Deathly Hallows. Which I haven’t read
yet. Lol.
Notes: Italics means thoughts. Or mental speech. And if you can’t
figure out who it is I’m writing (although THAT should be obvious
if you ask me), or heck, who it is that’s dead – well, make it up
yourselves. I know who I intended it for.
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Malfoys don’t cry.
He chanted he short phrase mentally, over and over again, as he
gazed at the Aurors in a way they thought as bored and
uninterested – but of course completely polite. Therefore they
nervously excused themselves, and quickly left, both of them
thinking how sad it was to deliver a message about a death to
someone who obviously did not care.
Malfoys don’t cry.
He sat completely immobile, staring blankly ahead with a look
of polite boredom, and of course a small smile, plastered to his
face. But inside, oh inside a war was raging.
He’s not dead he’s not dead he’s not dead he’s not dead he’s not
dead he’snotdeadnotdeadnotdeadnotdeadnotdeadhe’snotdead!
If he said it enough times it would be true.
Malfoys don’t cry.
The voice was cold, calm, collected. It sounded quite a lot like
his father’s voice.
But he’s dead! He wailed back at that ruthless voice.
Malfoys don’t cry.
But he’s DEAD! In his head, he huddled on the floor, covering his
head as if to block out the truth. In reality, he sat on the couch,
hands in his lap, still smiling. The voice echoed through his head.
Malfoys don’t cry!
And he didn’t. Not a tear was allowed to flee from his eyes. His
expression never changed.
But inside his head he was howling in a devastating anguish.
He’sdeadhe’sdeadhe’sdeadhe’sdead and I never told him
nevertoldhimnevertoldhimITHURTSSOMUCH!
The reply was thunderous. MALFOYS DON’T CRY!
He wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly the room felt
chilly. Slowly he rose from the sofa, grabbing his cane and
making his way towards the door. Maybe if he laid down for
a bit, he’d But he’s dead feel better. Yes, a nice nap
would be nice. He’s dead, they’re gonna bury him and maggots
are gonna eat his eyes, his beautiful dark eyes no he wasn’t
going to think about his beautiful beautiful eyes and worms
were gonna eat away the flesh on his face and his hands were
gonna rot away till they were nothing but bone… He stumbled
and grabbed the nearest piece of furniture for stability. He
clung almost desperately to the table, waiting for the dizzy
spell to pass. It was only a spell, nothing else. He hadn’t eaten
enough. His long slim fingers, piano hands his mother would
have called them, a masters hands, so soft on his body, as if
they belonged there NO! No more thoughts about that!
He slowly moved up the stairs, one step at a time, as if there was
a heavy weight clinging to him and holding him back. His heart
ached so badly he thought he was just going to lie down there on
the landing and die, oh how he would have preferred that, but he
couldn’t- just couldn’t-
He made a choked sound. Not a sob, not a sob, Malfoys don’t cry
not a sob for Malfoys don’t cry Malfoys don’t cry he didn’t cry.
He didn’t cry.
But he screamed. He fell to his knees at the top landing, falling
forwards and catching himself with left arm, which gave away
and he fell heavily, face first, onto the landing. The pain when
the bone broke was a mere whisper to the pain of his shattering
heart.
And he screamed. He screamed his anguish and his despair, a
primal cry of a wounded animal echoing throughout the empty
hall. He screamed his horror at the cruel world where such rare
souls as the only person(man)
he had ever loved could be so cruelly (…murdered, slain,
ruthlessly destroyed…) killed.
But he didn’t cry.
Malfoys don’t cry.
~Fin.~
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A/N: I wonder if anyone will actually review this...
Title: Malfoys don’t cry
Author: RunningWithCoyotes
Pairing: none.
Disclaimer: If I did own them, it wouldn’t be called fanfiction,
and Sev would get all the guys. Except Dumbledore cause that’s
just creepy.
Summary: Do you honestly NEED one?
Warnings: spoilers for the Deathly Hallows. Which I haven’t read
yet. Lol.
Notes: Italics means thoughts. Or mental speech. And if you can’t
figure out who it is I’m writing (although THAT should be obvious
if you ask me), or heck, who it is that’s dead – well, make it up
yourselves. I know who I intended it for.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Malfoys don’t cry.
He chanted he short phrase mentally, over and over again, as he
gazed at the Aurors in a way they thought as bored and
uninterested – but of course completely polite. Therefore they
nervously excused themselves, and quickly left, both of them
thinking how sad it was to deliver a message about a death to
someone who obviously did not care.
Malfoys don’t cry.
He sat completely immobile, staring blankly ahead with a look
of polite boredom, and of course a small smile, plastered to his
face. But inside, oh inside a war was raging.
He’s not dead he’s not dead he’s not dead he’s not dead he’s not
dead he’snotdeadnotdeadnotdeadnotdeadnotdeadhe’snotdead!
If he said it enough times it would be true.
Malfoys don’t cry.
The voice was cold, calm, collected. It sounded quite a lot like
his father’s voice.
But he’s dead! He wailed back at that ruthless voice.
Malfoys don’t cry.
But he’s DEAD! In his head, he huddled on the floor, covering his
head as if to block out the truth. In reality, he sat on the couch,
hands in his lap, still smiling. The voice echoed through his head.
Malfoys don’t cry!
And he didn’t. Not a tear was allowed to flee from his eyes. His
expression never changed.
But inside his head he was howling in a devastating anguish.
He’sdeadhe’sdeadhe’sdeadhe’sdead and I never told him
nevertoldhimnevertoldhimITHURTSSOMUCH!
The reply was thunderous. MALFOYS DON’T CRY!
He wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly the room felt
chilly. Slowly he rose from the sofa, grabbing his cane and
making his way towards the door. Maybe if he laid down for
a bit, he’d But he’s dead feel better. Yes, a nice nap
would be nice. He’s dead, they’re gonna bury him and maggots
are gonna eat his eyes, his beautiful dark eyes no he wasn’t
going to think about his beautiful beautiful eyes and worms
were gonna eat away the flesh on his face and his hands were
gonna rot away till they were nothing but bone… He stumbled
and grabbed the nearest piece of furniture for stability. He
clung almost desperately to the table, waiting for the dizzy
spell to pass. It was only a spell, nothing else. He hadn’t eaten
enough. His long slim fingers, piano hands his mother would
have called them, a masters hands, so soft on his body, as if
they belonged there NO! No more thoughts about that!
He slowly moved up the stairs, one step at a time, as if there was
a heavy weight clinging to him and holding him back. His heart
ached so badly he thought he was just going to lie down there on
the landing and die, oh how he would have preferred that, but he
couldn’t- just couldn’t-
He made a choked sound. Not a sob, not a sob, Malfoys don’t cry
not a sob for Malfoys don’t cry Malfoys don’t cry he didn’t cry.
He didn’t cry.
But he screamed. He fell to his knees at the top landing, falling
forwards and catching himself with left arm, which gave away
and he fell heavily, face first, onto the landing. The pain when
the bone broke was a mere whisper to the pain of his shattering
heart.
And he screamed. He screamed his anguish and his despair, a
primal cry of a wounded animal echoing throughout the empty
hall. He screamed his horror at the cruel world where such rare
souls as the only person(man)
he had ever loved could be so cruelly (…murdered, slain,
ruthlessly destroyed…) killed.
But he didn’t cry.
Malfoys don’t cry.
~Fin.~
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A/N: I wonder if anyone will actually review this...