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hackthis_archiveI’m attempting to make my second pass at writing HP, but it really has been a while to my mind. The last time I participated in HP-verse, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
impudent_rabbit put me on probation for killing Draco too much. Pfft. Seven times isn’t excessive.
New icon courtesy of the girls at A Thousand Words, and gasp, is that H/D I’m drabbling? (I know it’s short. Cut me a break, it’s hard to go back to HP after X2, SV, LOTRips and Everwood).
Harry Potter
Git
“Ah, the Git Who Won’t Die returns.”
Harry paused and let the words sink in. It wasn’t quite glee, just appreciation of the inevitable. Malfoy was as regular as Miss Norris’s trips past the Gryffindor portrait, and his voice seemed eerily loud in the train corridor. In a compartment out the corner of his eye, Harry caught several younger students playing Exploding Snap.
The smirk formed before Harry finished blinking, and he turned around slowly, his wand sliding down the sleeve of his robe into his hand. “I was wondering when you’d slither out to say hello, Malfoy.”
It had taken all of three hours for Malfoy to find Harry, or for Harry to find Malfoy depending on what turn the conversation decided to take. Harry would never admit to trawling the corridors of the train looking for Malfoy because that would be wrong, and Harry knew better. He wasn’t spoiling for a fight -- that much. They were sixth years, and Harry knew better, but as he wasn’t a prefect and he’d just spent the better part of the summer cooped up with Remus and Tonks perhaps a bit of verbal sparring wasn’t that remiss.
“Miss me?” Harry said. Twirling his wand between his fingers, lazily, Harry couldn’t help but notice the distinct lack of Slytherin entourage. That had to be first. Perhaps Malfoy didn’t want an audience for when Harry embarrassed the snot out of him. Rather smart idea, and highly non-Malfoy.
“Like a bad case of Haemorrhaging Herpes,” Malfoy said.
He had grown over the summer much to Harry’s surprise: taller, slightly more imposing, hair just as slick as ever. When Harry blinked, Malfoy’s wand appeared in his hand. That was certainly new. Malfoy must have been practising. “Yeah, I’d heard about that. Did that clear up all right? Parkinson really should get that looked at.”
“Fuck off, Potter.”
“Such language from a prefect? What would…” What would who say? And whom exactly would Harry be telling? Harry’s eyes danced between Malfoy and the car door behind him expectantly, the Goon Squad couldn’t possibly be that far behind.
Malfoy was advancing down the car quite slowly, and there was something about the expression on his face that made Harry’s left eye twitch.
“Niffler got your tongue, Potter?” Malfoy said, coming to a stop only a few metres away from Harry.
If Harry extended his arm and his wand, he could poke Malfoy in the throat. It was not an unappealing idea. “No, just amused at your bravado without Crabbe and Goyle to cover your arse.”
Malfoy made a tsking sound. “Your language, Potter. That will be five points from Gryffindor for insulting a prefect.”
Harry blinked, and then smirked. "Point in fact, Malfoy, since I'm always happy to piss on your parade: prefects can't deduct points. Maybe the stress of Current Events has knocked your one brain cell loose, but don't fret: I can smell the Dark Mark on you, and when your family is in Azkaban, I'm sure –“
Malfoy’s spell rung in Harry’s ears, and no further sounds were forth coming from Harry’s vocal cords. He blinked and poked at Malfoy angrily with his wand, but nothing happened. Out the corner of his eye, Harry saw the Exploding Snap students now gathered at the door of their compartment, staring at the scene in the corridor.
Malfoy grabbed the end of Harry’s wand and pointed it away from his chest.
“Who’s the feckless git now, Potter?” he said, advancing until his breath washed across Harry’s face. “You have no idea who I am or what I can do, and one day, right before you die, you’ll apologise to me for everything.”
Anger poured over Harry from a place he couldn’t name, but when he opened his mouth to retort, again nothing came out.
“I’ve always fancied the Silencing Charm,” Malfoy said thoughtfully, his smirk displaying thin lips and white teeth. His hand closed over the front of Harry’s robe, putting Harry in a psychological binding charm, and Harry blinked while his mind reeled. “It’s just so… silencing.”
And there, in full sight of several younger years, Malfoy kissed Harry.
Malfoy’s lips were dry, and at first he just pressed them against Harry’s mouth, but as though under Imperio, Harry’s mouth parted and Malfoy’s tongue snaked in. His lips were dry, and his mouth tasted of lemon tea and Fizzing Whizzbees, but it was very clear to Harry that Malfoy knew was he was doing.
This kiss was nothing like the one with Cho. It was wet, but without drowning Harry, and at the same time it was stifling and hot. There were teeth and sharp nips to Harry’s bottom lip.
He physically reeled when Malfoy let him go, dropping his wand on the ground.
“You’ll be sorry when you’re dead,” Malfoy whispered against Harry’s lips before pushing him away, and turning back from where he’d come.
Harry’s wandless-hand immediately came up to his mouth, and he touched his lips expectantly as though waiting for them to come off or catch fire. When he bent down to pick up his wand, Harry caught the movements in the compartment that had witnessed it all.
The voyeuristic younger years looked in danger of keeling over at any second, and Harry knew exactly how they felt. Straightening up, Harry pocketed his wand and rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth before glaring at them and stalking off.
-finis-
Notes: ..."you, unlike me, are a git." Best line in the entire book.
impudent_rabbit put me on probation for killing Draco too much. Pfft. Seven times isn’t excessive. New icon courtesy of the girls at A Thousand Words, and gasp, is that H/D I’m drabbling? (I know it’s short. Cut me a break, it’s hard to go back to HP after X2, SV, LOTRips and Everwood).
Harry Potter
Git
“Ah, the Git Who Won’t Die returns.”
Harry paused and let the words sink in. It wasn’t quite glee, just appreciation of the inevitable. Malfoy was as regular as Miss Norris’s trips past the Gryffindor portrait, and his voice seemed eerily loud in the train corridor. In a compartment out the corner of his eye, Harry caught several younger students playing Exploding Snap.
The smirk formed before Harry finished blinking, and he turned around slowly, his wand sliding down the sleeve of his robe into his hand. “I was wondering when you’d slither out to say hello, Malfoy.”
It had taken all of three hours for Malfoy to find Harry, or for Harry to find Malfoy depending on what turn the conversation decided to take. Harry would never admit to trawling the corridors of the train looking for Malfoy because that would be wrong, and Harry knew better. He wasn’t spoiling for a fight -- that much. They were sixth years, and Harry knew better, but as he wasn’t a prefect and he’d just spent the better part of the summer cooped up with Remus and Tonks perhaps a bit of verbal sparring wasn’t that remiss.
“Miss me?” Harry said. Twirling his wand between his fingers, lazily, Harry couldn’t help but notice the distinct lack of Slytherin entourage. That had to be first. Perhaps Malfoy didn’t want an audience for when Harry embarrassed the snot out of him. Rather smart idea, and highly non-Malfoy.
“Like a bad case of Haemorrhaging Herpes,” Malfoy said.
He had grown over the summer much to Harry’s surprise: taller, slightly more imposing, hair just as slick as ever. When Harry blinked, Malfoy’s wand appeared in his hand. That was certainly new. Malfoy must have been practising. “Yeah, I’d heard about that. Did that clear up all right? Parkinson really should get that looked at.”
“Fuck off, Potter.”
“Such language from a prefect? What would…” What would who say? And whom exactly would Harry be telling? Harry’s eyes danced between Malfoy and the car door behind him expectantly, the Goon Squad couldn’t possibly be that far behind.
Malfoy was advancing down the car quite slowly, and there was something about the expression on his face that made Harry’s left eye twitch.
“Niffler got your tongue, Potter?” Malfoy said, coming to a stop only a few metres away from Harry.
If Harry extended his arm and his wand, he could poke Malfoy in the throat. It was not an unappealing idea. “No, just amused at your bravado without Crabbe and Goyle to cover your arse.”
Malfoy made a tsking sound. “Your language, Potter. That will be five points from Gryffindor for insulting a prefect.”
Harry blinked, and then smirked. "Point in fact, Malfoy, since I'm always happy to piss on your parade: prefects can't deduct points. Maybe the stress of Current Events has knocked your one brain cell loose, but don't fret: I can smell the Dark Mark on you, and when your family is in Azkaban, I'm sure –“
Malfoy’s spell rung in Harry’s ears, and no further sounds were forth coming from Harry’s vocal cords. He blinked and poked at Malfoy angrily with his wand, but nothing happened. Out the corner of his eye, Harry saw the Exploding Snap students now gathered at the door of their compartment, staring at the scene in the corridor.
Malfoy grabbed the end of Harry’s wand and pointed it away from his chest.
“Who’s the feckless git now, Potter?” he said, advancing until his breath washed across Harry’s face. “You have no idea who I am or what I can do, and one day, right before you die, you’ll apologise to me for everything.”
Anger poured over Harry from a place he couldn’t name, but when he opened his mouth to retort, again nothing came out.
“I’ve always fancied the Silencing Charm,” Malfoy said thoughtfully, his smirk displaying thin lips and white teeth. His hand closed over the front of Harry’s robe, putting Harry in a psychological binding charm, and Harry blinked while his mind reeled. “It’s just so… silencing.”
And there, in full sight of several younger years, Malfoy kissed Harry.
Malfoy’s lips were dry, and at first he just pressed them against Harry’s mouth, but as though under Imperio, Harry’s mouth parted and Malfoy’s tongue snaked in. His lips were dry, and his mouth tasted of lemon tea and Fizzing Whizzbees, but it was very clear to Harry that Malfoy knew was he was doing.
This kiss was nothing like the one with Cho. It was wet, but without drowning Harry, and at the same time it was stifling and hot. There were teeth and sharp nips to Harry’s bottom lip.
He physically reeled when Malfoy let him go, dropping his wand on the ground.
“You’ll be sorry when you’re dead,” Malfoy whispered against Harry’s lips before pushing him away, and turning back from where he’d come.
Harry’s wandless-hand immediately came up to his mouth, and he touched his lips expectantly as though waiting for them to come off or catch fire. When he bent down to pick up his wand, Harry caught the movements in the compartment that had witnessed it all.
The voyeuristic younger years looked in danger of keeling over at any second, and Harry knew exactly how they felt. Straightening up, Harry pocketed his wand and rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth before glaring at them and stalking off.
-finis-
Notes: ..."you, unlike me, are a git." Best line in the entire book.
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Date: 2003-06-24 12:06 pm (UTC)now, i think you should write some Neville. yes, our boy Neville needs the zahra treatment...dude, you're like a fic spa *g*
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Date: 2003-06-24 02:18 pm (UTC)now, i think you should write some Neville. yes, our boy Neville needs the zahra treatment...dude, you're like a fic spa *g*
I liked killing him too, not because I don't love him - unlike you - but because, you know, v healthy. Also, I did write Neville, I wrote Harry/Neville yesterday! I see that pairing.
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Date: 2003-06-24 12:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-24 02:20 pm (UTC)That review worked just fine for me. I'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks!
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Date: 2003-06-24 12:25 pm (UTC)Heh..
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Date: 2003-06-24 02:21 pm (UTC)Heh..
I know. That's love. *winks*
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Date: 2003-06-24 12:34 pm (UTC)He physically reeled when Malfoy let him go, dropping his wand on the ground.
“You’ll be sorry when you’re dead,” Malfoy whispered against Harry’s lips before pushing him away, and turning back from where he’d come.
More! I want. You write! Yes, words are completely gone. Just damn. More like this.
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Date: 2003-06-24 02:24 pm (UTC)*laughs* I'm rather attached to this myself, I must say. I don't see the demise of H/D, unlike everyone else apparently. It's not as though they were ever functional anyway, you know?
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Date: 2003-06-24 01:30 pm (UTC)Amen. I was so delighted when I read that I went back and read it a couple more times, just for fun.
Okay, I can give the Harry/Neville a try if you still do things like this once in a while. Yum.
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Date: 2003-06-24 02:27 pm (UTC)Amen. I was so delighted when I read that I went back and read it a couple more times, just for fun.
That is so my favorite line in ages. It just seemed so resolutely them, you know. Honestly, am I the only person who doesn't see the demise of their 'relationship'. This all seems perfectly normal to me, really.
Okay, I can give the Harry/Neville a try if you still do things like this once in a while. Yum.
*laughs* Just for you, I will try. I really do need to reread OoTP immediately, I can see this.
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Date: 2003-06-24 01:35 pm (UTC)that was just great. and i won't bother trying to be more eloquent than that as i have yet to stop weeping over the demise of my otp.
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Date: 2003-06-24 02:33 pm (UTC)that was just great. and i won't bother trying to be more eloquent than that as i have yet to stop weeping over the demise of my otp.
Demise, what demise? They're just as dysfunctional as ever, unless you mean Remus and Sirius in which case *hands kleenex* I'm so sorry. That was so sad.
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Date: 2003-06-24 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-24 02:43 pm (UTC)And I happen to like it when you kill Draco. Of course, you could probably kill anybody and make me like it. Heh.
Oh yeah. Damn, this is great. Theirloveissofuckedup!
This kiss was nothing like the one with Cho. It was wet, but without drowning Harry, and at the same time it was stifling and hot. There were teeth and sharp nips to Harry’s bottom lip.
He physically reeled when Malfoy let him go, dropping his wand on the ground.
“You’ll be sorry when you’re dead,” Malfoy whispered against Harry’s lips before pushing him away, and turning back from where he’d come.
Eeeee!
The H/D isn't dead. Silly people. I think everybody's been so immersed in fanon Draco they forgot he was *always* an asshole.
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Date: 2003-06-24 03:06 pm (UTC)And I happen to like it when you kill Draco. Of course, you could probably kill anybody and make me like it. Heh.
You just say the sweetest things. *winks* I don't think I'll be going hardcore HP again, but yes, I am going to try and play for a bit.
The H/D isn't dead. Silly people. I think everybody's been so immersed in fanon Draco they forgot he was *always* an asshole.
Yeah, pretty much. Fanon Draco is about as removed from canon as two people can be and still share the same name.
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Date: 2003-06-24 06:57 pm (UTC)Very good. I love it.
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Date: 2003-06-25 08:57 am (UTC)Very good. I love it.
I had no idea they ship had gone down in the first place. As quite a few people have pointed out, it's never had much to do with canon at all.
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Date: 2003-06-24 09:11 pm (UTC)“You’ll be sorry when you’re dead.”
Perfect use of that line. That was awesome. Thanks for sharing and writing... though not necessarily in that order.
Is there anywhere where I can post... HP stories? Like an LJ-place? *sighs* I'm so in the dark.
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Date: 2003-06-25 09:10 am (UTC)Mmm. Draco. I love Draco more than anything, but I can't write him for shite. YOu're Draco is slightly evil and twisted and I love him for that. Draco will dance on Harry's grave. *hugs H/D*
Even when my Draco is involved with Harry I try not to completely castrate him. He doesn't want to be involved with Harry, it goes against everything he's ever been told, but sometimes shit just happens. What's a Slytherin to do?
I don't know of any LJ places to post stories besides hpdrabble, but there are bound to be loads.
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Date: 2003-06-25 05:47 am (UTC)dude, that was so hot in a fucked up twisted way. you are an h/d goddess. seriously. ::coughWRITEMOREcough::
and i was so excited when i saw the title. *squees at the memory of
h&d's witty lil' meeting*
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Date: 2003-06-25 08:58 am (UTC)dude, that was so hot in a fucked up twisted way. you are an h/d goddess. seriously. ::coughWRITEMOREcough::
and i was so excited when i saw the title. *squees at the memory of
h&d's witty lil' meeting*
I'm working on it, keep your pants on. *winks* That was so the best line in the book.
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Date: 2003-06-25 10:52 am (UTC)This is why it pays to loiter in hallways on the Hogwarts Express. My third year traveling, and yes, not once have I missed a snogging or hexing session between these two.
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Date: 2003-06-25 11:27 am (UTC)I'm telling you there's more action on that train than any other train, including the Orient Express, in history.
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“You’ll be sorry when you’re dead,” Malfoy whispered against Harry’s lips before pushing him away, and turning back from where he’d come.
*dies and dies* The love, man, the LOVE.
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Date: 2003-06-25 11:46 am (UTC)Their love is so teenage angst! *winks*
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Date: 2003-06-26 12:55 pm (UTC)*dies* Love that line! And the silencing charm! And the voyeuristic younger years! ^_^
Wonderful!
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Date: 2003-06-27 05:23 am (UTC)Irritating nitpick: Draco, being English, would probably think of it as "Haemorrhaging Herpes". But then... seeing as he wasn't actually writing it down... it doesn't matter.
Anyway, amazing! Squee!
~Alexa
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Date: 2003-06-27 10:50 am (UTC)I live for these nitpicks, so thank you for that. I suspect I realised that somewhere in the back of my head, but my spelling is so here and there that I just decided 'meh.' Also, thank you so much for your lovely comments!
p.s. Did you need an LJ code? I've got plenty if you're interested.
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Date: 2003-06-27 06:33 am (UTC)"you, unlike me, are a git." Best line in the entire book.
*nods franticly* yes yes, it so is.
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Date: 2003-06-27 10:50 am (UTC)*nods franticly* yes yes, it so is.
Between your icon and that line, I think we've got them covered, you think?
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Date: 2003-06-29 02:02 pm (UTC)Mmmmm. That's all I have to say. Mmmmm.
The voyeuristic younger years looked in danger of keeling over at any second...
They must have been shippers! I know I would have been in danger of keeling over, because I would have been about to die of happiness.
-Tangent
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Date: 2003-06-30 02:00 pm (UTC)*sighs happily*
No, wait, that was an inappropriate response.
*glowers at you* You're just determined to pull me kicking and screaming back into H/D, aren't you? I've been contenting myself with Weasleycest, but then I read this and loved it and now I've been reading H/D all day... it's your damn fault I got into Lotrips, too, and you just make me adore you for it. Foul temptress!
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Date: 2003-07-01 09:21 am (UTC)I know you're not blaming me for the LOTRips! That was all YOU! I wasn't even gonna write it, except for
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Date: 2003-07-06 02:44 pm (UTC)Lovely!
*goes off to thank her*
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Date: 2003-07-11 09:25 am (UTC)Lovely! primroseburrows sent me...
*goes off to thank her*
I'm glad you enjoyed it, thank you!
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Date: 2003-07-08 10:50 pm (UTC)Nitpick: prefects can't take house points, I don't think.
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Date: 2003-07-09 08:47 am (UTC)They do in OoTP if I'm not mistaken.
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Date: 2003-07-11 09:31 am (UTC)You can just call me Lady Malfoy, and why, yes, that is a ten carat diamond.
Oh, Harry. What a nitwit! But I love him now that I know he really, really is a psycho.
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Date: 2003-07-11 02:37 pm (UTC)Oh, Harry. What a nitwit! But I love him now that I know he really, really is a psycho.
Oh, yes, it's quite clear that the only person more nuts than me is him. And what's that, are you accepting a marriage proposal? LAR!
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