regret sucks my ass.
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hackthis_archiveit is one thing to try and fail, it's something else never to try.
i hate it when people don't try.
Neither Here Nor There
It will all end with murmured words and a wand to the head. One will die and one will live.
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In the end there could be snow.
Draco could be in white wool and Potter in black, with the irony not escaping either one. Draco has always looked better in white.
Everything could end with a whimper and a bang or a fizzle and a kiss. Draco can see how it all could end with Dark Marks and love burned into his skin; and there’s a voice that whispers there’s nothing he can do about it – that good will win in the end.
Except that Draco doesn’t believe in good, and he doesn’t believe in bad; but he believes there will be a flurry of cloth and bright lights that will signify nothing. There will be a blizzard of emotions and a cold wetness seeping into Draco’s bones.
In the end Harry Potter will lord over Draco Malfoy with his untamed bed head full of snowflakes and his wind-kissed mouth, and he will whisper Draco’s undoing.
There will be a wand and a chance for redemption, and Draco will say no. There will be *terms*, and Draco will never give in to terms that aren’t his. He will say as much and watch as Potter’s expression changes from anger to sadness to resolution.
What must be done will be done. Draco will never fear Harry Potter, but he will finally grant him his respect. Love and respect and fear that function as a snowball of codependence.
There will be a harsh kiss and a push that’s less desire and more of an instinct, and Draco will fall. He will fall further than he already has, and Harry Potter will kill him.
Draco could die in the winter.
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Draco should die in the autumn; he’s always preferred that time of year. Halloween and apples and Quidditch practice after summer holiday. The turning of leaves that signal his flight back to Hogwarts from the obscenity that bears the name of Malfoy Manor.
Draco likes the autumn and the crisp air and the green grass beneath his boots.
He shouldn't die first; and he thinks the end should come in a flurry of bloody noses and leaves and pumpkins and dirt. The end should come with Harry Potter on his back in the dirt with leaves in his hair and wide eyes finally recognizing the truth. Harry Potter should die when Draco wants him too, how Draco wants him too: painfully, slowly, wanting Draco and hurting just as much as Draco does. Voldemort will be irrelevant; and any way about it, Harry Potter will die, and Draco should be the one to kill him.
Draco should be the one to snuff out his own dreams, his own desires of a better life and something suspiciously close to love. Draco’s not a romantic; he believes that love should hurt, that love should ache beyond the telling.
Draco has learned from practice; and love has done nothing for him but brand him with its own dark mark, and it needs to be burned off. Draco thinks that love should end in a bonfire with smoke that wafts up to a cloudless September sky and disappears. When Draco kills Harry Potter, a small part of him will die as well. It will break off and flutter away like an autumn leaf.
Draco should kill Harry Potter, that’s how it *should* end.
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It will end one day, all of it. Draco’s not sure how it will happen though. He sees the possibilities, the potential for things to go one way or the other, and yet he knows that he’s still missing something. If life has taught him anything it’s that the unplanned is what fate will finally deliver.
Draco can see the end coming, it presses at his eyelids every morning that he wakes up and there’s no one screaming. There are infinite possibilities for the way that it will all happen, but in the end there will only be Harry and in the end there will only be Draco. When the end finally comes, Draco will still love Harry Potter and one of them will have to die for it.
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i hate it when people don't try.
Neither Here Nor There
It will all end with murmured words and a wand to the head. One will die and one will live.
+++
In the end there could be snow.
Draco could be in white wool and Potter in black, with the irony not escaping either one. Draco has always looked better in white.
Everything could end with a whimper and a bang or a fizzle and a kiss. Draco can see how it all could end with Dark Marks and love burned into his skin; and there’s a voice that whispers there’s nothing he can do about it – that good will win in the end.
Except that Draco doesn’t believe in good, and he doesn’t believe in bad; but he believes there will be a flurry of cloth and bright lights that will signify nothing. There will be a blizzard of emotions and a cold wetness seeping into Draco’s bones.
In the end Harry Potter will lord over Draco Malfoy with his untamed bed head full of snowflakes and his wind-kissed mouth, and he will whisper Draco’s undoing.
There will be a wand and a chance for redemption, and Draco will say no. There will be *terms*, and Draco will never give in to terms that aren’t his. He will say as much and watch as Potter’s expression changes from anger to sadness to resolution.
What must be done will be done. Draco will never fear Harry Potter, but he will finally grant him his respect. Love and respect and fear that function as a snowball of codependence.
There will be a harsh kiss and a push that’s less desire and more of an instinct, and Draco will fall. He will fall further than he already has, and Harry Potter will kill him.
Draco could die in the winter.
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Draco should die in the autumn; he’s always preferred that time of year. Halloween and apples and Quidditch practice after summer holiday. The turning of leaves that signal his flight back to Hogwarts from the obscenity that bears the name of Malfoy Manor.
Draco likes the autumn and the crisp air and the green grass beneath his boots.
He shouldn't die first; and he thinks the end should come in a flurry of bloody noses and leaves and pumpkins and dirt. The end should come with Harry Potter on his back in the dirt with leaves in his hair and wide eyes finally recognizing the truth. Harry Potter should die when Draco wants him too, how Draco wants him too: painfully, slowly, wanting Draco and hurting just as much as Draco does. Voldemort will be irrelevant; and any way about it, Harry Potter will die, and Draco should be the one to kill him.
Draco should be the one to snuff out his own dreams, his own desires of a better life and something suspiciously close to love. Draco’s not a romantic; he believes that love should hurt, that love should ache beyond the telling.
Draco has learned from practice; and love has done nothing for him but brand him with its own dark mark, and it needs to be burned off. Draco thinks that love should end in a bonfire with smoke that wafts up to a cloudless September sky and disappears. When Draco kills Harry Potter, a small part of him will die as well. It will break off and flutter away like an autumn leaf.
Draco should kill Harry Potter, that’s how it *should* end.
+++
It will end one day, all of it. Draco’s not sure how it will happen though. He sees the possibilities, the potential for things to go one way or the other, and yet he knows that he’s still missing something. If life has taught him anything it’s that the unplanned is what fate will finally deliver.
Draco can see the end coming, it presses at his eyelids every morning that he wakes up and there’s no one screaming. There are infinite possibilities for the way that it will all happen, but in the end there will only be Harry and in the end there will only be Draco. When the end finally comes, Draco will still love Harry Potter and one of them will have to die for it.
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Date: 2002-08-26 01:50 pm (UTC)seasonal death.
and what will not be done.
v. nice.
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scy
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Date: 2002-08-26 02:18 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-08-27 10:03 am (UTC)*g*
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scy
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Date: 2002-08-26 02:00 pm (UTC)Oh, damn. That's just gorgeous, woman - pretty like a pretty thing, but crammed with owch.
This is a fandom with a whole shedload of Woobie-ish-ness, isn't it? I'm sooooo glad you're writing Harry/Draco.
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Date: 2002-08-26 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
By the way, what's a "woobie"?
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Date: 2002-08-26 03:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-26 08:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-26 09:45 pm (UTC)Oh, beautiful beautiful. [hums contentedly]
And yes, love the seasonal imagery. Lovely vivid pictures being painted in my head. Draco could die in the winter. hit me all, "oh." Very nice.
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Date: 2002-08-27 08:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-26 11:48 pm (UTC)This is H/D fic how it should be. Draco is so on, and every word is just so *right*, and I just love this.
Draco should be the one to snuff out his own dreams, his own desires of a better life and something suspiciously close to love. Draco’s not a romantic; he believes that love should hurt, that love should ache beyond the telling.
Wow, that's just beautiful. And painful. And right.
Draco should kill Harry Potter, that’s how it *should* end.
Ow. Just. Perfect. Also, ow.
When the end finally comes, Draco will still love Harry Potter and one of them will have to die for it.
That is gorgeous. It honestly just takes my breath away.
Just wonderful, all of it. Wonderful. ::contented sigh::
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Date: 2002-08-27 08:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-02 11:30 pm (UTC)figured i'd say something, considering this fic ate a bit of my soul, and found it tasty, heh~ o.0
no, really, i think i lose (or find) a tad of myself every time i read a really good h/d-- maybe i exaggerrate, but truly, i mean it.
``The end should come with Harry Potter on his back in the dirt with leaves in his hair and wide eyes finally recognizing the truth.
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Draco should be the one to snuff out his own dreams
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Draco thinks that love should end in a bonfire with smoke that wafts up to a cloudless September sky and disappears."
it just, rolls down its own slippery slope in one's mind as one reads it, like a tear, fully entrenched in its own voice, very much convinced of its own mood and reason for being.
and even though i think draco's got it wrong, he speaks so beautifully and believably, i can only love him more for it. it makes perfect sense, that if he loved harry, it'd be only more reason to see harry potter die.
i love it how the whole ficlet is draco wanting it to be the truth, needing it to be how it -should- be, instead of just having it happen. it's like... the way it is in all the stories... where there are so many possibilities-- & in the end they still love each other-- and yet there's this feeling of doom. it being somehow destined to end badly, because nothing so unlikely and conflicted and beautiful can exist for long. the seasons change, and things die, and nothing can be allowed to remain of the springtime blossoms by the time the fall rolls around. it just doesn't make sense, intuitively. even though-- with love-- there's that impossible hope, for an invincible summer-- and it doesn't even seem impossible, sometimes.
er. anyway. yeah. coherence going-- just wanted to gush-- beautiful-- lovely-- draco....thankyou....
~reena
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Date: 2002-09-03 09:29 am (UTC)thanks!