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A Marker

His scars map his body like topography and tell stories of a life much longer than his seventeen years. They have the most hypnotic quality – the scars, and Draco has always been impressed by his own pain threshold.

The more scars he makes, the harder it becomes to feel them at all.

Thin knives and sharp razors, dry skin and sheets of parchment. The scars come so easily to his thin skin that he displays them proudly. Most people never even notice, so overcome by the presentation of the package that they’re blind to the frayed edges. But Draco knows about his own secret desire, a yearning for something permanent like a firebolt on his forehead.

Something that people can’t ignore, an ‘X’ to mark the spot.


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Like Music


The sex is like music – hard and fast and throbbing. Muggle music that Draco will never admit to listening to, and the slap of bodies is just too right to be ignored. Too magical, too melodic and hypnotic like the electronica music that’s played in those hot, dark clubs that he’s not supposed to go to.

Draco doesn’t go to Muggle clubs.

He would never be caught dead sneaking out into the side street in the wee hours of the morning with sweat beading along his brow and his shirt stuck to his back. Those wee hours when Harry is at home, asleep in his bed that Draco doesn’t share, and Draco can’t sleep.

The drum and bass and two-step garage that’s like sex but not quite the same thing; because sex with Harry Potter is much more like going to a concert – a classical concert where Tchaikovsky and Wagner are played because they were a purebloods. Shagging Harry – making love to Harry - is about crashing crescendos and violin solos that are like rising chests and howling voices. When Draco is with Harry there are flutes and strange guitar-cello hybrids that only a wizard could have created.

Being with Harry is a song full of soft panting and murmuring and long pauses. Being with Harry is like music, and when it’s over it’s like Draco has gone deaf and he fears he'll never hear music again.

Comments

[cyclogenesis.livejournal.com]

And the gods said "yes, it is a shining day; it is a good day, for lo, there will be much Zahra fic to behold." And there was. And it was good. Very, very good.

1. Oh, with the ouch. Very effective.

...so overcome by the presentation of the package that they’re blind to the frayed edges.

That is just so lovely.

2. That was so vivid. Intense and delicious, and that last line? Is just wow. Yes. Very much with the good here. Mmm.

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you spoil me terribly. god i adore you.

got me thinking...

[ethrosdemon.livejournal.com]

there must be wizarding composers. oddly enough, i just watched 'Bride of the Wind' recently which was a movie about Alma Mahler-Gropius. Do you know it? The chick who played Alma made me think of Ginny. All obsessing leads to HP or something like that.

//Being with Harry is a song full of soft panting and murmuring and long pauses. Being with Harry is like music, and when it’s over it’s like Draco has gone deaf and he fears he'll never hear music again.//

One of your best lines over. You love metaphors, and you worked this one perfectly.