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mildlunacyI think I'm in some sort of renewed H/D fugue. I can feel people rolling their eyes, I swear to god :> :> Ah well, I should be asleep, but I wrote a drabble, and it reminds me of Ani DiFranco.
Disclaimer: not mine
- untouchable -
"Hey Potter, which Mudblood are you shagging this week?" He sneers.
A long-suffering sigh. "I told you. Just. Leave me alone."
"Can't take the heat, is that it? Scared of my little wand, Potterhead?"
You turn, eyes slitted. "Are you heading somewhere with this? I really don't feel like a stupid fight, have homework to do, so..."
"You can't walk away from me, Potter!"
"Watch me."
--
"What's gotten into you? Can't sleep at night? Have to pester me in my hour of solitude?"
"Nothing, Malfoy." You kick a stone at the lake, frowning. "I wasn't planning on talking to you, actually."
"You're invading -my- space and you spew that rubbish? Shove right off and you're set! Or do you want me to shut your mouth for you?"
You lean back, staring at the sky, where the moon is half-full. "Don't you ever get tired, Malfoy?"
"Tired?! Bloody hell?" Incredulous.
"Yeah. Tired." You sigh. "I guess not, huh. You probably wouldn't admit being human if I asked, would you." He laughs softly.
"Are you finally gone wrong in the head, Potty? Should I call your little friends to rescue you?"
"Don't bother. It's fine. Do what you want, really."
"Stuff it, Potter! You think you've got any right to--"
"Fine." Another sigh; you get up slowly, kicking up a few rocks. "See you 'round, then."
"Hey!"
--
"Your mother was a filthy Mudblood whore!" Panting. "Say something!"
You stare, eyes burning. "You make me sick--" And walk away.
--
He's yelling, face flushed. "What the fuck do you want from me, Potter? Who do you think you are, anyway? Answer me!"
"I'm no one special, Malfoy. Relax. Go fishing or something, it'll be good for you."
"Don't lay that crap on me! You're trying to trick me, aren't you, Wonder Boy!"
"It's sort of reassuring, you know."
"What is?!" Screeching.
"The way you don't give up."
"You fucker! Come back!"
--
Coughing, you don't blink as the wand is pressed up tight against your throat; impassive. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
"I want you to fight me, arsehole! I want you to pay, and I want all your stupid friends to pay and I want-- I want my father back--!"
"I'm sorry." Quietly. "It's too late for that."
"Are you playing with me?! Didn't you hear me?"
"I heard you. And it's too late. You can't do anything any more than I can. It's about time you figured it out, don't you think?"
"What the fuck are you on about, Potter?!"
"Think about it." You push away his wand, straightening. "Don't tell me when you do."
--
Your eyes are slightly widened as the hands rip at your trouser buttons, the panting growing louder. A gasp as the mouth fastens around your cock, starts sucking. Hips buck without volition and you yell, eyes staring into nothing and fists clenched in soft blond hair.
"Well?" Eyes slightly red, hair disheveled.
You smile slightly. "You could do that again."
Disclaimer: not mine
- untouchable -
"Hey Potter, which Mudblood are you shagging this week?" He sneers.
A long-suffering sigh. "I told you. Just. Leave me alone."
"Can't take the heat, is that it? Scared of my little wand, Potterhead?"
You turn, eyes slitted. "Are you heading somewhere with this? I really don't feel like a stupid fight, have homework to do, so..."
"You can't walk away from me, Potter!"
"Watch me."
--
"What's gotten into you? Can't sleep at night? Have to pester me in my hour of solitude?"
"Nothing, Malfoy." You kick a stone at the lake, frowning. "I wasn't planning on talking to you, actually."
"You're invading -my- space and you spew that rubbish? Shove right off and you're set! Or do you want me to shut your mouth for you?"
You lean back, staring at the sky, where the moon is half-full. "Don't you ever get tired, Malfoy?"
"Tired?! Bloody hell?" Incredulous.
"Yeah. Tired." You sigh. "I guess not, huh. You probably wouldn't admit being human if I asked, would you." He laughs softly.
"Are you finally gone wrong in the head, Potty? Should I call your little friends to rescue you?"
"Don't bother. It's fine. Do what you want, really."
"Stuff it, Potter! You think you've got any right to--"
"Fine." Another sigh; you get up slowly, kicking up a few rocks. "See you 'round, then."
"Hey!"
--
"Your mother was a filthy Mudblood whore!" Panting. "Say something!"
You stare, eyes burning. "You make me sick--" And walk away.
--
He's yelling, face flushed. "What the fuck do you want from me, Potter? Who do you think you are, anyway? Answer me!"
"I'm no one special, Malfoy. Relax. Go fishing or something, it'll be good for you."
"Don't lay that crap on me! You're trying to trick me, aren't you, Wonder Boy!"
"It's sort of reassuring, you know."
"What is?!" Screeching.
"The way you don't give up."
"You fucker! Come back!"
--
Coughing, you don't blink as the wand is pressed up tight against your throat; impassive. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
"I want you to fight me, arsehole! I want you to pay, and I want all your stupid friends to pay and I want-- I want my father back--!"
"I'm sorry." Quietly. "It's too late for that."
"Are you playing with me?! Didn't you hear me?"
"I heard you. And it's too late. You can't do anything any more than I can. It's about time you figured it out, don't you think?"
"What the fuck are you on about, Potter?!"
"Think about it." You push away his wand, straightening. "Don't tell me when you do."
--
Your eyes are slightly widened as the hands rip at your trouser buttons, the panting growing louder. A gasp as the mouth fastens around your cock, starts sucking. Hips buck without volition and you yell, eyes staring into nothing and fists clenched in soft blond hair.
"Well?" Eyes slightly red, hair disheveled.
You smile slightly. "You could do that again."