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wildestrangerTitle: The Price of Affection
Pairing: Draco/Blaise
Words: 921.
Rating: PG-13
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fleshdress lest she think she is not beloved by her friends. Unbetaed and probably full of mistakes.
Both characters are over 18.
"You stupid fuck."
Draco doesn't say anything, merely blinks half-blind and dirty from the ground of the abandoned farmhouse where Blaise has tracked him down. Blaise doesn't wait for a response either, but grabs Draco by the arm and pushes the portkey into his belly. Two more seconds of glaring, and then they are twirling in the air, flying through hundreds of miles of dizzying flight. Draco collapses on the ground when they land, coughing. Blaise drops the portkey and wipes his hands on his robes.
"The bath is that way," he points and walks out into the balcony. The sun is just rising over Florence.
***
The first time Draco tries to give Blaise a blowjob, Blaise merely steps away and leaves Draco kneeling on the library floor. Then he becomes annoyed, because the library is his study and the place where he spends most of his time. No doubt Draco considered this when he planned his advance. Blaise contemplates inviting cousin Beppo over for dinner as punishment, but decides against it. Inviting family would mean using the Medici crystal, and Draco would feel compelled to smash it.
Instead, he spends a day visiting his aunt's house and burrowing into Beppo's collection of eighteenth-century French philosophy. Yet when he comes home and finds all the glassware intact (Draco would know the books to be sacrosanct), there is a smidgeon of concern in what the Gryffindors would call a heart. Blaise opens an old bottle of Sangiovese, and the feeling goes away.
***
With adequate feeding (and Blaise's lectures on the quality of British cuisine), Draco grows healthier and looks less and less like a diseased ferret. Blaise informs Draco of this, but instead of the expected tantrum and stomping of feet, there is only a raised eyebrow. Blaise checks Draco's room for drugs.
Yet there is something comfortingly familiar in the neediness of Draco's voice when he corners Blaise in the hallway.
"Why won't you fuck me?"
The portrait of his great great grand mother Lucretia snorts from the wall and makes an eloquent hand movement. Blaise makes a slight, stiff bow towards her and guides Draco further away.
"Why would I?"
There is no frown on Draco's forehead, no whimper in the corner of his mouth.
"You used to. And you brought me here, so why won't you…why else would you have done it?"
Blaise forces himself to take a deep breath. He has been told that it is a good exercise for controlling one's anger; as Blaise rarely is anything beyond mildly perturbed he has never tried this out for himself. Draco seems to take it as a recognisable sign of annoyance, and Blaise wonders who he has been with who would bother restraining themselves around Draco.
"I brought you here because you would have been killed if I hadn't."
To this Draco says nothing, as if he hadn't known, as if it hadn't been obvious to the most Hufflepuffian of minds that Draco was dying when Blaise found him.
Almost as an afterthought, Blaise adds:
"You don't need to pay me back in kind."
***
After that, Draco doesn't try again. Weeks go by without any naked appearances in his bedroom and there are no accidental hands on his thigh during meals. Blaise is glad, and begins to construct a new study plan for himself on Medieval Latin. He considers adding Old Norse, but then concludes there will be time for that next year. Best not to mix Germanic tongues with Romance ones.
He is surprised one day, however, to find Draco sitting on one of the big armchairs in front of the library fireplace, sipping wine and reading a book. He doesn't say anything, because it is Good to Read and Blaise wouldn't want to discourage such uncharacteristic behaviour. Even when he discovers that Draco is reading Clarissa Harlowe.
He does make sure that Draco eats regularly after that, though.
***
The letter comes one morning when Draco has been living with him for three months. It takes Blaise two readings to make sense of it, because the subject is so preposterous. He storms into Draco's room, aware of the most attractive twirl of his robes as moves, and pausing only for the briefest of knocks.
"What the fuck is this?"
Draco looks up from yet another eighteenth-century novel. It's The Mysteries of Udolpho this time and Blaise wonders yet again when the swooning will commence.
"Why have you…what have you done? Sold out you House? Sold your Father? Your Mother?"
"My Mother is dead. And I made a deal with Potter. Well, Lupin, they give these things for the more literate ones to handle. But I made an arrangement. You can go back, afterwards. After the war."
There is perfect composure on Draco's face when he speaks and his voice is steady. It's Blaise who has to swallow.
"But why? To pay me back? You know that isn't a proper Wizard's Debt, it doesn't work like that…"
"No."
Draco has stood up now, and for once Blaise doesn't feel bothered by the invasion of his personal space.
"Just. For you."
There's a pale hand on his cheek, still and warm, and Blaise has to resist the urge to kiss the thin wrist.
"Why?"
It's but a whisper, but he has to ask, because this makes no sense otherwise. Or rather it makes a sense he cannot accept.
"Why do you think, you knobhead?"
At that, Blaise feels he can't push Draco away.
Pairing: Draco/Blaise
Words: 921.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: To
fleshdress lest she think she is not beloved by her friends. Unbetaed and probably full of mistakes. Both characters are over 18.
"You stupid fuck."
Draco doesn't say anything, merely blinks half-blind and dirty from the ground of the abandoned farmhouse where Blaise has tracked him down. Blaise doesn't wait for a response either, but grabs Draco by the arm and pushes the portkey into his belly. Two more seconds of glaring, and then they are twirling in the air, flying through hundreds of miles of dizzying flight. Draco collapses on the ground when they land, coughing. Blaise drops the portkey and wipes his hands on his robes.
"The bath is that way," he points and walks out into the balcony. The sun is just rising over Florence.
***
The first time Draco tries to give Blaise a blowjob, Blaise merely steps away and leaves Draco kneeling on the library floor. Then he becomes annoyed, because the library is his study and the place where he spends most of his time. No doubt Draco considered this when he planned his advance. Blaise contemplates inviting cousin Beppo over for dinner as punishment, but decides against it. Inviting family would mean using the Medici crystal, and Draco would feel compelled to smash it.
Instead, he spends a day visiting his aunt's house and burrowing into Beppo's collection of eighteenth-century French philosophy. Yet when he comes home and finds all the glassware intact (Draco would know the books to be sacrosanct), there is a smidgeon of concern in what the Gryffindors would call a heart. Blaise opens an old bottle of Sangiovese, and the feeling goes away.
***
With adequate feeding (and Blaise's lectures on the quality of British cuisine), Draco grows healthier and looks less and less like a diseased ferret. Blaise informs Draco of this, but instead of the expected tantrum and stomping of feet, there is only a raised eyebrow. Blaise checks Draco's room for drugs.
Yet there is something comfortingly familiar in the neediness of Draco's voice when he corners Blaise in the hallway.
"Why won't you fuck me?"
The portrait of his great great grand mother Lucretia snorts from the wall and makes an eloquent hand movement. Blaise makes a slight, stiff bow towards her and guides Draco further away.
"Why would I?"
There is no frown on Draco's forehead, no whimper in the corner of his mouth.
"You used to. And you brought me here, so why won't you…why else would you have done it?"
Blaise forces himself to take a deep breath. He has been told that it is a good exercise for controlling one's anger; as Blaise rarely is anything beyond mildly perturbed he has never tried this out for himself. Draco seems to take it as a recognisable sign of annoyance, and Blaise wonders who he has been with who would bother restraining themselves around Draco.
"I brought you here because you would have been killed if I hadn't."
To this Draco says nothing, as if he hadn't known, as if it hadn't been obvious to the most Hufflepuffian of minds that Draco was dying when Blaise found him.
Almost as an afterthought, Blaise adds:
"You don't need to pay me back in kind."
***
After that, Draco doesn't try again. Weeks go by without any naked appearances in his bedroom and there are no accidental hands on his thigh during meals. Blaise is glad, and begins to construct a new study plan for himself on Medieval Latin. He considers adding Old Norse, but then concludes there will be time for that next year. Best not to mix Germanic tongues with Romance ones.
He is surprised one day, however, to find Draco sitting on one of the big armchairs in front of the library fireplace, sipping wine and reading a book. He doesn't say anything, because it is Good to Read and Blaise wouldn't want to discourage such uncharacteristic behaviour. Even when he discovers that Draco is reading Clarissa Harlowe.
He does make sure that Draco eats regularly after that, though.
***
The letter comes one morning when Draco has been living with him for three months. It takes Blaise two readings to make sense of it, because the subject is so preposterous. He storms into Draco's room, aware of the most attractive twirl of his robes as moves, and pausing only for the briefest of knocks.
"What the fuck is this?"
Draco looks up from yet another eighteenth-century novel. It's The Mysteries of Udolpho this time and Blaise wonders yet again when the swooning will commence.
"Why have you…what have you done? Sold out you House? Sold your Father? Your Mother?"
"My Mother is dead. And I made a deal with Potter. Well, Lupin, they give these things for the more literate ones to handle. But I made an arrangement. You can go back, afterwards. After the war."
There is perfect composure on Draco's face when he speaks and his voice is steady. It's Blaise who has to swallow.
"But why? To pay me back? You know that isn't a proper Wizard's Debt, it doesn't work like that…"
"No."
Draco has stood up now, and for once Blaise doesn't feel bothered by the invasion of his personal space.
"Just. For you."
There's a pale hand on his cheek, still and warm, and Blaise has to resist the urge to kiss the thin wrist.
"Why?"
It's but a whisper, but he has to ask, because this makes no sense otherwise. Or rather it makes a sense he cannot accept.
"Why do you think, you knobhead?"
At that, Blaise feels he can't push Draco away.
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Date: 2006-03-16 04:24 pm (UTC)I love it. You must have known I would do as well. I honestly don't know what to say about it because it means so much and I can't quite put my finger on what line it was that made me realise I was actually going to start crying again.
And Draco's taste in reading is truly terrible. Blaise is very good for putting up with him. And you are very good for putting up with me while I'm in this phase of exhibiting some of Draco's less appealing qualities! *g*
You are a fanastic woman, and your Blaise is cultured and warm and far too pretty to mess his arm up with a dirty great tattoo.
This is probably a rather incoherent comment but the points you need are:
1. I love you.
2. I love this.
Thank you. :)
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Date: 2006-03-16 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-16 04:40 pm (UTC)The tone is just glorious. And their isolation.
I loved the portrait. And Draco looking like a diseased ferret. And the House references.
And Inviting family would mean using the Medici crystal, and Draco would feel compelled to smash it.
He's very composed and calculating.
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Date: 2006-03-19 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-16 04:41 pm (UTC)"Why do you think, you knobhead?" ^____________________^ <3
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Date: 2006-03-19 04:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-16 06:23 pm (UTC)Well, Lupin, they give these things for the more literate ones to handle.
Heh :). I hope that's true!
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Date: 2006-03-19 04:31 am (UTC)But glad you liked it anyway! :)
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Date: 2006-03-17 06:03 am (UTC)Sorry to bring Pansy into it -- this is my only icon with Draco.
^_^xx
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Date: 2006-03-19 04:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-17 12:15 pm (UTC)Inviting family would mean using the Medici crystal, and Draco would feel compelled to smash it.
and
there is a smidgeon of concern in what the Gryffindors would call a heart. Blaise opens an old bottle of Sangiovese, and the feeling goes away
and
Best not to mix Germanic tongues with Romance ones.
♥
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Date: 2006-03-19 04:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-19 09:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-19 11:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-19 02:34 pm (UTC)kxx
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Date: 2006-03-22 05:05 am (UTC)How is your remix going?
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Date: 2006-03-22 04:49 am (UTC)And I must agree that Draco's taste in reading is truly abominable. Eighteenth-century novels - what next, eh...
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Date: 2006-03-22 05:07 am (UTC)But thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it, despite it being such a strange pairing. ;)
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Date: 2006-04-02 12:37 am (UTC)Guh. This had me reading the sentence twice, because I didn't believe my eyes the first time. *g*
Inviting family would mean using the Medici crystal, and Draco would feel compelled to smash it.
Love! Gimme dandy, dashing, crystal, linen, decadence!
Best not to mix Germanic tongues with Romance ones.
From the practical point, this is actually no problem. Germanic and Romance languages are so different that you don't confuse them. In case you were wondering. ;)
And yay for cousin Beppo! ♥
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Date: 2006-04-06 02:21 pm (UTC)As for Germanic and Romance tongues, I must admit I have found it confusing to study both at the same. But to be fair, that could just be the fact of studying any to languages in depth at the same time.
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Date: 2006-04-06 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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