Witch
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,765
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter or the characters of Harry Potter. I make no money from this story.
Witch
Pen Name: Pittwitch
Challenge: Dribs, Drabs & Doggy Tales
Week 10/17/10 Prompt: Witch
Choices:
Twitfic = 140 characters, not words, characters.
Drabble = 100 words, no more, no less
Flashfic = up to 1,000 words
For more complete rules for the weekly challenge: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php?showtopic=16806
In the center of the damp, stone floor, a shivering man knelt, his head bowed in exhaustion, once regal silver-blond hair, now straggly and unkempt, hung desolately over one bruised shoulder. Red, raised welts glared against the alabaster canvas of his skin. The muscles of his shoulders, neck, and arms cramped painfully, contracted against the iron manacles holding his wrists behind his back.
The heavy wooden door creaked open ominously.
He raised his head, hissing with utter revulsion, and in complete defeat, “Witch!”
“Yes, Draco, I am,” Hermione whispered triumphantly as she stroked his face. “A witch, and a Mudblood.”
Challenge: Dribs, Drabs & Doggy Tales
Week 10/17/10 Prompt: Witch
Choices:
Twitfic = 140 characters, not words, characters.
Drabble = 100 words, no more, no less
Flashfic = up to 1,000 words
For more complete rules for the weekly challenge: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php?showtopic=16806
In the center of the damp, stone floor, a shivering man knelt, his head bowed in exhaustion, once regal silver-blond hair, now straggly and unkempt, hung desolately over one bruised shoulder. Red, raised welts glared against the alabaster canvas of his skin. The muscles of his shoulders, neck, and arms cramped painfully, contracted against the iron manacles holding his wrists behind his back.
The heavy wooden door creaked open ominously.
He raised his head, hissing with utter revulsion, and in complete defeat, “Witch!”
“Yes, Draco, I am,” Hermione whispered triumphantly as she stroked his face. “A witch, and a Mudblood.”