Bondage problem. What bondage problem?
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Yes, I have tie issues.
Tie Me Up
This is the drabble. This is the image.
“I wanna love you but my hands are tied
I wanna stay here, but I’ve been denied
Lets watch the clock until the morning sun does rise”
-Starsailor ‘Tie Up My Hands’
Malfoy never smiled at Harry like this at school.
He never pouted invitingly or welcomed Harry with kisses and open arms. Perhaps if he had, things might have been different.
Instead, Malfoy sneered mockingly, and threw his insults like punches and hexes. They were designed to hurt, and Harry was designed to feel. At least Harry thinks he was made to feel. He still bleeds just like everyone else, but everything else remains in the air. Harry bruises and breaks - at he least thinks so - but equality was never Malfoy’s calling card.
Malfoy taught Harry that everyone's not the same. Malfoy has taught Harry a lot of things without even knowing he was doing so. Harry believes in payback, so he wraps the tie around his hands like a bandage and pulls hard -- hard enough to bruise before letting go, and delicately unwrapping it from around Malfoy’s neck.
Harry thought all vestiges of tenderness had left him long ago. He hasn’t been warm in months, and the first thing that strikes him when he looks down is the surplus of material at his disposal: green, gold, red and silver. Long and fat, short and thin. All variations of the school ties, and yet there are no yellow and black, no blue and white.
There are really only two houses at Hogwarts, two camps.
Either you are, or you’re not. There is no in between. Sitting on the fence is not allowed - no matter your lineage - and Harry ties Malfoy’s hands above his head, firmly attaching them to an ornate candleholder on the stone wall. Despite the creaking, the candleholder supports Malfoy’s weight, and Harry just grins. It’s less of a grin and more of a smirk.
Harry never smirks during the day, though, he has a role to play.
Heroes don’t smirk.
Harry never wanted to be anyone’s hero, and he tells Malfoy this quite clearly. He tells Malfoy a lot of things. Once upon never, Harry wanted things to be different, and he says so.
Harry says a lot of things. He finally has his chance.
Harry never had his chance before, except that Malfoy talks too much. He interrupts Harry‘s diatribe, and that’s the first thing that Harry has to rectify. His voice scratches at Harry like a dog’s paws at a wooden door, and Malfoy’s tone makes Harry’s eardrums bleed. Thin lips, dry and stretched around a red and gold scarf are a vast improvement. Harry’s been waiting for this for so long that he didn’t even know it.
Isn’t that always the way.
Harry’s never thought of himself as the dominating sort; he was obviously wrong.
Obviously, this little exercise is exactly what he needs: wrists bound in silver and green, and eyes just on this side of too big. If Malfoy only knew Harry’s thoughts, he wouldn’t be quite so complacent.
Harry has dreamt about revenge, about vengeance.
He just didn’t know he was looking for it at Malfoy’s expense.
One will obviously do as well as the other - and Harry tells Malfoy so as he nips at Malfoy’s jaw and bites his lower lip. Even when his glasses go askew, he doesn't lose track of his objective: it’s supposed to hurt. Harry wants it that way, and he doesn’t care what Malfoy wants. He doesn’t care if Malfoy’s arms grow tired, and he begins to sag against the wall. He doesn’t care if Malfoy whimpers, and the tie in is mouth begins to grow wet with saliva and drool. Harry cares about what he wants.
That’s all he cares about anymore. Things could have been different; and Harry whispers in Malfoy’s ear about Mudbloods and parents. Harry tells him that in the end there will only be him - not because it’s how Harry wants it, but because it’s how everyone else has made it. If the wizarding world wants Harry to be the last man standing, it would be horribly out of place if he were to disappoint them.
He could never have that.
Harry tells Malfoy that he is what Malfoy’s made him.
Harry is what everyone has made him. He’s not really going crazy, and apparently that’s when it strikes Malfoy that this isn’t a game. That Harry unbuttoning Malfoy’s shirt and stroking his chest isn‘t a tease. It’s not bondage gone awry. Harry’s not interested in Malfoy that way. Not anymore. He’s just looking for a Dark Mark that he knows is hidden somewhere.
He has to have proof. Harry knew all along, but he tried to believe.
When Harry wakes up, a green and silver tie is wrapped around his hands, and his fingers are turning blue. He’s not sure where the tie came from. He’s been out of school for three months; they’ve been at war for a year.
According to reports, Draco Malfoy died almost six weeks ago.
Tie Me Up
This is the drabble. This is the image.
“I wanna love you but my hands are tied
I wanna stay here, but I’ve been denied
Lets watch the clock until the morning sun does rise”
-Starsailor ‘Tie Up My Hands’
Malfoy never smiled at Harry like this at school.
He never pouted invitingly or welcomed Harry with kisses and open arms. Perhaps if he had, things might have been different.
Instead, Malfoy sneered mockingly, and threw his insults like punches and hexes. They were designed to hurt, and Harry was designed to feel. At least Harry thinks he was made to feel. He still bleeds just like everyone else, but everything else remains in the air. Harry bruises and breaks - at he least thinks so - but equality was never Malfoy’s calling card.
Malfoy taught Harry that everyone's not the same. Malfoy has taught Harry a lot of things without even knowing he was doing so. Harry believes in payback, so he wraps the tie around his hands like a bandage and pulls hard -- hard enough to bruise before letting go, and delicately unwrapping it from around Malfoy’s neck.
Harry thought all vestiges of tenderness had left him long ago. He hasn’t been warm in months, and the first thing that strikes him when he looks down is the surplus of material at his disposal: green, gold, red and silver. Long and fat, short and thin. All variations of the school ties, and yet there are no yellow and black, no blue and white.
There are really only two houses at Hogwarts, two camps.
Either you are, or you’re not. There is no in between. Sitting on the fence is not allowed - no matter your lineage - and Harry ties Malfoy’s hands above his head, firmly attaching them to an ornate candleholder on the stone wall. Despite the creaking, the candleholder supports Malfoy’s weight, and Harry just grins. It’s less of a grin and more of a smirk.
Harry never smirks during the day, though, he has a role to play.
Heroes don’t smirk.
Harry never wanted to be anyone’s hero, and he tells Malfoy this quite clearly. He tells Malfoy a lot of things. Once upon never, Harry wanted things to be different, and he says so.
Harry says a lot of things. He finally has his chance.
Harry never had his chance before, except that Malfoy talks too much. He interrupts Harry‘s diatribe, and that’s the first thing that Harry has to rectify. His voice scratches at Harry like a dog’s paws at a wooden door, and Malfoy’s tone makes Harry’s eardrums bleed. Thin lips, dry and stretched around a red and gold scarf are a vast improvement. Harry’s been waiting for this for so long that he didn’t even know it.
Isn’t that always the way.
Harry’s never thought of himself as the dominating sort; he was obviously wrong.
Obviously, this little exercise is exactly what he needs: wrists bound in silver and green, and eyes just on this side of too big. If Malfoy only knew Harry’s thoughts, he wouldn’t be quite so complacent.
Harry has dreamt about revenge, about vengeance.
He just didn’t know he was looking for it at Malfoy’s expense.
One will obviously do as well as the other - and Harry tells Malfoy so as he nips at Malfoy’s jaw and bites his lower lip. Even when his glasses go askew, he doesn't lose track of his objective: it’s supposed to hurt. Harry wants it that way, and he doesn’t care what Malfoy wants. He doesn’t care if Malfoy’s arms grow tired, and he begins to sag against the wall. He doesn’t care if Malfoy whimpers, and the tie in is mouth begins to grow wet with saliva and drool. Harry cares about what he wants.
That’s all he cares about anymore. Things could have been different; and Harry whispers in Malfoy’s ear about Mudbloods and parents. Harry tells him that in the end there will only be him - not because it’s how Harry wants it, but because it’s how everyone else has made it. If the wizarding world wants Harry to be the last man standing, it would be horribly out of place if he were to disappoint them.
He could never have that.
Harry tells Malfoy that he is what Malfoy’s made him.
Harry is what everyone has made him. He’s not really going crazy, and apparently that’s when it strikes Malfoy that this isn’t a game. That Harry unbuttoning Malfoy’s shirt and stroking his chest isn‘t a tease. It’s not bondage gone awry. Harry’s not interested in Malfoy that way. Not anymore. He’s just looking for a Dark Mark that he knows is hidden somewhere.
He has to have proof. Harry knew all along, but he tried to believe.
When Harry wakes up, a green and silver tie is wrapped around his hands, and his fingers are turning blue. He’s not sure where the tie came from. He’s been out of school for three months; they’ve been at war for a year.
According to reports, Draco Malfoy died almost six weeks ago.
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Date: 2002-12-08 02:19 pm (UTC)hee~! i mean, i know it's kinda more `dark' than giggle-inducing, but really, it's in the combination :D
Heroes don't smirk.
hee! because that's what -i- was thinking when i saw that picture. like, harry wouldn't smirk like that~! :D
i just kept laughing. this kind of has a mix of your serious, expository tone and your satirical `they're all such fools' tone, and it really works. hee~! and the ties...! all the ties..!
and. *giggles more* i definitely think harry's going to have to do something about draco's run-on mouth at some point, and a tie is so-- handy :D
and wah, it being a dream(?) was just-- just the right thing to turn everything around on itself. poor harry. hee~! i do so love insane!dark!harry :D
i wonder if this is the sort of thing
~reena
hee~! sankyouuuu :D
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Date: 2002-12-08 03:31 pm (UTC)yes, it is quiet a bit like a casserole, isn't it? your graphic choice provided me with such a quandry that i honestly didn't know what to do with it. was it to be funny or dark or hot, or what? and even when i started writing this i had no idea what i was doing, and then with all the ties. only a dream could rationalise any of it in my head. i doubt very much it was what you were expecting, but i'm glad you found it entertaining all the same.
as for this being up
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Date: 2002-12-11 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-11 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-08 02:28 pm (UTC)Mmmmmmm. Tie bondage.
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Date: 2002-12-08 03:33 pm (UTC)I can't seem to get away from the ties you know. It's all very troublesome. ;)
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Date: 2002-12-08 02:43 pm (UTC)The twist ending was *perfect*. Believable, and heart breaking, and wonderful. I tend to see Harry through Romiefied eyes, since I rp with her as Harry and since I'm so used to the Herm-Harry dynamic between us, but for that moment, I had the weirdest feeling of those two Harrys blending. Seamless interruption of my own biased mind.
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Date: 2002-12-08 03:35 pm (UTC)What about it didn't work for you? The layout? the premise?
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Date: 2002-12-08 03:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-08 04:41 pm (UTC)I wasn't insulted, I assure you, just very curious. Harry is truly the person that everyone sees very differently - second, only to Draco in that regard I suspect. The entire piece was meant as a sort of dream sequence, which probably doesn't become clear at all til the end. I had hoped that the bits about Harry never smirking might clue the reader into this, but as this is only a drabble and un-betad one at that, I take full responsibility for any sort of muddledness that might plague it.
With regards to Harry going homicidal as opposed to suicidal, I think he may be more prone to the former than the latter. Despite the intense pressure he's under, I don't see him as a tragically depressed person, i.e. prone to suicide. On the contrary, I see him as the sort who might go too far in trying to control everything and everyone, and thus, slip over the edge that way. He seems so prone to blaming himself for things he can't control (ex. Ginny/Tom in CoS) that I see him becoming extraordinarily obsessive in that vein.
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Date: 2002-12-08 05:02 pm (UTC)I found your opinion on internal/external profoundly interesting, as I decided the above for the same reasons you choose the opposite (sorry at work so can:t type somet things); I think he tries to control everything, so I think he would just decide to end it. I suppose it:s tor la la la ture that I can:t see him doing; I don:t see him as tragically depressed, but I do see him as scarred (it amazes me how people glide over his childhood locked in a closet). Nevertheless, your reasoning makes sense. Perhaps I will try to give a proper explanation of my own later, eh?
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Date: 2002-12-08 02:47 pm (UTC)Owch. Owch. Owch. Owch. Owch.
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Date: 2002-12-08 03:37 pm (UTC)Sadly, this doesn't make that much sense - and seems a bit disjoined - but I had to get something out there as a little birdie informed me that *you* were doing tie-porn and I had no desire to compete with *that*. ;)
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Date: 2002-12-08 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-08 04:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-08 04:43 pm (UTC)I seem to be waving the banner of my tie-fetish loud and clear over the last few days ;) i'm glad you liked this.
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Date: 2002-12-08 04:26 pm (UTC)And, agh, tied up with ties...must resist urge to read...must do homework...my will is failing
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Date: 2002-12-08 04:45 pm (UTC)And, agh, tied up with ties...must resist urge to read...must do homework...my will is failing
what? when? where? ::stamps foot:: LJ has been really crappy about telling me what i have comments recently. i had no idea. but, you know, ties are good. see --> points at icon. 'mmm. ties'
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Date: 2002-12-08 05:01 pm (UTC)http://refrigeratedcake.com/other/vsketch/quidditch2.jpg
Somewhat large file, there's a smaller, lower quality one here: http://refrigeratedcake.com/other/vsketch/quidditch2a.jpg
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Date: 2002-12-08 05:20 pm (UTC)There are really only two houses at Hogwarts, two camps.
Yes, Kassie and I were talking about this the other day. that the other houses are rarely mentioned. I wanted to start a long series with vignettes from every Ravenclaw we could think of.
::dreamy sigh:: Poor, fucked up Harry. But why are you always killing Draco? Biatch!
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Date: 2002-12-08 06:40 pm (UTC)::dreamy sigh:: Poor, fucked up Harry. But why are you always killing Draco? Biatch!
Ravenwho? For real though, can you name five Ravenclaws? I can't. And I don't kill Draco all the time, last time he died from old age! i've only killed him...four times. What?
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Date: 2002-12-09 10:13 am (UTC)Terry Boot
Cho Chang
Penelope Clearwater
Roger Davies
Padma Patil
What do I win?
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Date: 2002-12-09 10:16 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-12-09 11:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-09 11:26 am (UTC)now you say send after i've gone and posed the mess. gah! i needed you 30 minutes ago!
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Date: 2002-12-09 12:13 pm (UTC)Well then I read it, I think, and commented.
So it must have been alright.
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Date: 2002-12-09 12:16 pm (UTC)Well then I read it, I think, and commented.
So it must have been alright.
I am not premature! I am right on time, on my time, damnit. I do not do the patience game. That's why I believe in having sex in public places. Waiting is for Hufflestuffs.
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Date: 2002-12-09 12:16 pm (UTC)Whomever it was...what did I say?
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Date: 2002-12-11 07:53 pm (UTC)You frontin' bitch, Rabbit!
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Date: 2002-12-09 02:59 pm (UTC)But he's so PRETTY when he's dead...
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Date: 2002-12-08 07:11 pm (UTC)Ah, I suspected as much. Sassy LJ!
http://refrigeratedcake.com/other/vsketch/quidditch2.jpg
Somewhat large file, there's a smaller, lower quality one here: http://refrigeratedcake.com/other/vsketch/quidditch2a.jpg
I bite LJ comments!
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Date: 2002-12-08 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-08 07:55 pm (UTC)Whee, story! :D
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Date: 2002-12-09 03:04 pm (UTC)Damn, I wish I'd come up with this. ;)
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Date: 2002-12-09 03:31 pm (UTC)Darling, there is not an original thought in the world, although I may be the first to stretch my tie-fetish crossfandoms. anyhoo. go, write me some nice tie-bondage stuff. like the icon says 'mmm. ties.'
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Date: 2002-12-11 05:57 pm (UTC)Just a wonderful, perfect line there.
There are really only two houses at Hogwarts, two camps.
Ah ha. Yes, I think when you are inside the war, it feels like this. I have wondered about this a bit. Because apparently, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff hate each other the same way that G and S do, but we never see that perspective. She does allude to this in the books.
Once upon never,
So you.
it would be horribly out of place if he were to disappoint them.
He could never have that
Oh Mordred. Yeah. He's so deranged.
The end. DO THAT MORE! Evil! EVEEEEEEEL!
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Date: 2002-12-11 08:47 pm (UTC)