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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
4,802
Reviews:
48
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue / Ch.1 If Draco Fell
Quicksilver
(title subject to change)
story rating NC-17
pairing: DM/HG
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, etc. are the sole property and copyright of the lovely J.K. Rowling. This story is for entertainment purposes only and is in no way affiliated with the original Harry Potter novel series or the Warner Bros. films.
This story contains minor violence, some adult language, and overt sexuality.
Further notes: I had not read OotP before writing this fic, then I finally ended up doing so in the middle of it. Obviously, many
of my plotlines are a bit OOC...I plan on tweaking the rest of the text a tad bit for flow, but I\'m leaving the story as is. Of course, I still need to finish it off. Which should not take as much time as I left between chapter updates after 13. :P
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Prologue
The young witch silently comforted her infant son in his dark nursery as several sets of low, angry voices continued arguing with urgency outside in the corridor.
In a hushed whisper she said, \"Don\'t worry, my darling. If I can\'t bring out the good in your father, the least I can do is make it different for you. This I promise.\"
She whispered a few more words soundlessly, then kissed her child on the forehead. In a span of a few short minutes, the baby was asleep as his mother stared out the nursery window.
She barely had time to shed a single tear before one of the voices in the corridor cried out in a great deal of pain. She gently placed the baby into his bassinet, took one quilanclance to
be sure that he was still sleeping, then quickly exited the nursery.
***
Chapter 1
If Draco Fell
He had been in the sourest of moods ever since NEWT Transfiguration, when Potter--that git--charmed him with er...something. He wasn\'t sure with what yet, which was the worst part. He\'d been teasing Ron Weasley and that Granger girl about their private giggling. They bloody asked for it, looking like a sad little couple as they did!
Draco Malfoy frowned, wondering why he\'d even noticed. As if they mattered.
He thought about the gloating in Potter\'s eyes when he flicked that wand and whispered his spell. Without knowing exactly what was going on...he couldn\'t do anything about it.
Needless to say, he was basically going mad.
He swiped his platinum locks out of his eyes with one hand and continued down the hall. In his nearly 6 years spent at Hogwart\'s, Draco had never really felt at home. He could not stand all the people surrounding him that he felt were beneath him...especially that Potty and lit little friends. Weasel, that snotnosed wisearse and all his pathetic snarky remarks...what a moron. But then, he came from a rather long line of morons, according to Draco\'s father, Lucius.
And the girl...Hermione Granger? Draco sneered. She was a counterfeit know-it-all, a sodding mudblood wench.
Sure, he had his oh-so-faithful sidekicks, but he supposed they merely either respected him or feared him. Neither was close to him...but Draco no rno reason to nurture relationships with people who weren\'t worth that much time.
Time...what time was it?? There was a quidditch match that day! He raced down the corridor to get back to his dormitory and, in his haste, ran smack into none other than Hermione Granger herself, spilling both their books everywhere.
Hermione\'s eyes lit up with anger. \"MALFOY! Look what you\'ve done!\"
\"What I\'VE done? You ran into ME, you clumsy git!\" Draco practically spat the words. His lip was spfromfrom colliding with her hairpin. His emotions bounced back and forth between urgency and anger until he caught himself staring...down the front of that open shirt beneath her robes.
Now he was simply bewildered.
Hermione gathered her books in a huff, her long, frizzy hair occasionally getting in her way as she bent over. She then stood, brushed herself off with one hand and looked him straight in the eyes. \"About that quidditch match...break a leg, Malfoy. Please " sh" she said, voice dripping with contempt. Then she walked away, in somewhat more of a hurry than she had been before the collision.
Draco didn\'t respond. He was thinking about Granger\'s flashing eyes and wild hair. Then his thoughts turned to the view down her blouse...and that\'s when he shook himself out of his daze. What in Merlin\'s name is going on? he thought. Why am I even dedicating one second of thought to that pathetic excuse for a girl? I must have hit my head at some point when she smashed into me. Break a leg indeed, she nearly broke them for me!
That\'s when he remembered the quidditch match and took off running to the Slytherin dormitories to change.
***
Slytherin was hard into it with Hepufepuff with a score of 40-30, Slytherin advantage, after only ten minutes had gone by. The sun beat down on Draco as he scanned for the snitch. He reached up to quickly wipe sweat off his brow while his broom was flying steadily
foward.
Draco scrutinized the action going on before him and waited his his chance. A young female Hufflepuff squealed as the snitch whizzed through her hair and he immediately took off after it. The other seeker caught on and joined the chase, but Draco was practically on top of the golden relic. He could feel the vibration of the flapping wings within his grasp, and waited for the best moment to make a quick swipe. He glanced up for a split second to be
certain he was not going to crash into anything or anybody...and somehow looked direcintointo Granger\'s eyes from her seat in the stands.
The next thing Draco knew, his broom was smashed by a bludger, altering his flight pattern straight into a tower wall. He tumbled to the earth from some 40-50 meters in the air. As the blackness slowly washed over him, he could see those eyes flashing at him...burning his very soul.
***
Draco\'s dreams were flooded with those eyes. Watching him. Taking him in. From down the hallway to across the classroom to in the quidditch stands. Even standing over his bed in the Slytherin dormitory. He was never without their scrutiny.dreamed that he\'d gone mad and killed her...but her ghost remained and haunted him with those extraordinary eyes.
It was like they pulsated with meaning, with life, with understanding, with honor. With so many things that Draco never imagined seeing in her. Things he\'d never cared to know existed in any women. And, naturally, there was the element of the untouchable about her that, instead of putting him off, only served to drive his new dreamland obsession.
These dreams were angsty and uncertain and the stress of the whirlwind thoughts setting his subconscious mind aflame was showing in his physical conditon. Madame Pomfrey tended worriedly to his state of constant fever, sweats and trembling. Though Draco Malfoy was not above overplaying his injuries, his tumble to the pitch had left him with a steady array of head trauma symptoms that were stubbornly eluding both magical and traditional medical care for the most part.
After five days of unconsciousness, Draco sat bolt upright--gray eyes steely with anger. He found his robes, dressed, and marched straight out of the hospital wing without a word.
***
Author\'s Notes:
- \"If Draco Fell\" is a play on the title \"If Lucy Fell\", an early 90\'s film starring Sarah Jessica Parker.
I intended the chapter title, quite obviously, to ha dua dual meaning.
***
(title subject to change)
story rating NC-17
pairing: DM/HG
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, etc. are the sole property and copyright of the lovely J.K. Rowling. This story is for entertainment purposes only and is in no way affiliated with the original Harry Potter novel series or the Warner Bros. films.
This story contains minor violence, some adult language, and overt sexuality.
Further notes: I had not read OotP before writing this fic, then I finally ended up doing so in the middle of it. Obviously, many
of my plotlines are a bit OOC...I plan on tweaking the rest of the text a tad bit for flow, but I\'m leaving the story as is. Of course, I still need to finish it off. Which should not take as much time as I left between chapter updates after 13. :P
------------------------------
Prologue
The young witch silently comforted her infant son in his dark nursery as several sets of low, angry voices continued arguing with urgency outside in the corridor.
In a hushed whisper she said, \"Don\'t worry, my darling. If I can\'t bring out the good in your father, the least I can do is make it different for you. This I promise.\"
She whispered a few more words soundlessly, then kissed her child on the forehead. In a span of a few short minutes, the baby was asleep as his mother stared out the nursery window.
She barely had time to shed a single tear before one of the voices in the corridor cried out in a great deal of pain. She gently placed the baby into his bassinet, took one quilanclance to
be sure that he was still sleeping, then quickly exited the nursery.
***
Chapter 1
If Draco Fell
He had been in the sourest of moods ever since NEWT Transfiguration, when Potter--that git--charmed him with er...something. He wasn\'t sure with what yet, which was the worst part. He\'d been teasing Ron Weasley and that Granger girl about their private giggling. They bloody asked for it, looking like a sad little couple as they did!
Draco Malfoy frowned, wondering why he\'d even noticed. As if they mattered.
He thought about the gloating in Potter\'s eyes when he flicked that wand and whispered his spell. Without knowing exactly what was going on...he couldn\'t do anything about it.
Needless to say, he was basically going mad.
He swiped his platinum locks out of his eyes with one hand and continued down the hall. In his nearly 6 years spent at Hogwart\'s, Draco had never really felt at home. He could not stand all the people surrounding him that he felt were beneath him...especially that Potty and lit little friends. Weasel, that snotnosed wisearse and all his pathetic snarky remarks...what a moron. But then, he came from a rather long line of morons, according to Draco\'s father, Lucius.
And the girl...Hermione Granger? Draco sneered. She was a counterfeit know-it-all, a sodding mudblood wench.
Sure, he had his oh-so-faithful sidekicks, but he supposed they merely either respected him or feared him. Neither was close to him...but Draco no rno reason to nurture relationships with people who weren\'t worth that much time.
Time...what time was it?? There was a quidditch match that day! He raced down the corridor to get back to his dormitory and, in his haste, ran smack into none other than Hermione Granger herself, spilling both their books everywhere.
Hermione\'s eyes lit up with anger. \"MALFOY! Look what you\'ve done!\"
\"What I\'VE done? You ran into ME, you clumsy git!\" Draco practically spat the words. His lip was spfromfrom colliding with her hairpin. His emotions bounced back and forth between urgency and anger until he caught himself staring...down the front of that open shirt beneath her robes.
Now he was simply bewildered.
Hermione gathered her books in a huff, her long, frizzy hair occasionally getting in her way as she bent over. She then stood, brushed herself off with one hand and looked him straight in the eyes. \"About that quidditch match...break a leg, Malfoy. Please " sh" she said, voice dripping with contempt. Then she walked away, in somewhat more of a hurry than she had been before the collision.
Draco didn\'t respond. He was thinking about Granger\'s flashing eyes and wild hair. Then his thoughts turned to the view down her blouse...and that\'s when he shook himself out of his daze. What in Merlin\'s name is going on? he thought. Why am I even dedicating one second of thought to that pathetic excuse for a girl? I must have hit my head at some point when she smashed into me. Break a leg indeed, she nearly broke them for me!
That\'s when he remembered the quidditch match and took off running to the Slytherin dormitories to change.
***
Slytherin was hard into it with Hepufepuff with a score of 40-30, Slytherin advantage, after only ten minutes had gone by. The sun beat down on Draco as he scanned for the snitch. He reached up to quickly wipe sweat off his brow while his broom was flying steadily
foward.
Draco scrutinized the action going on before him and waited his his chance. A young female Hufflepuff squealed as the snitch whizzed through her hair and he immediately took off after it. The other seeker caught on and joined the chase, but Draco was practically on top of the golden relic. He could feel the vibration of the flapping wings within his grasp, and waited for the best moment to make a quick swipe. He glanced up for a split second to be
certain he was not going to crash into anything or anybody...and somehow looked direcintointo Granger\'s eyes from her seat in the stands.
The next thing Draco knew, his broom was smashed by a bludger, altering his flight pattern straight into a tower wall. He tumbled to the earth from some 40-50 meters in the air. As the blackness slowly washed over him, he could see those eyes flashing at him...burning his very soul.
***
Draco\'s dreams were flooded with those eyes. Watching him. Taking him in. From down the hallway to across the classroom to in the quidditch stands. Even standing over his bed in the Slytherin dormitory. He was never without their scrutiny.dreamed that he\'d gone mad and killed her...but her ghost remained and haunted him with those extraordinary eyes.
It was like they pulsated with meaning, with life, with understanding, with honor. With so many things that Draco never imagined seeing in her. Things he\'d never cared to know existed in any women. And, naturally, there was the element of the untouchable about her that, instead of putting him off, only served to drive his new dreamland obsession.
These dreams were angsty and uncertain and the stress of the whirlwind thoughts setting his subconscious mind aflame was showing in his physical conditon. Madame Pomfrey tended worriedly to his state of constant fever, sweats and trembling. Though Draco Malfoy was not above overplaying his injuries, his tumble to the pitch had left him with a steady array of head trauma symptoms that were stubbornly eluding both magical and traditional medical care for the most part.
After five days of unconsciousness, Draco sat bolt upright--gray eyes steely with anger. He found his robes, dressed, and marched straight out of the hospital wing without a word.
***
Author\'s Notes:
- \"If Draco Fell\" is a play on the title \"If Lucy Fell\", an early 90\'s film starring Sarah Jessica Parker.
I intended the chapter title, quite obviously, to ha dua dual meaning.
***