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wildestrangerThe beginning of a story which will be very long and convoluted and plotty. The bunnies wouldn't leave me alone. Blaise/Draco, and will be NC-17 in the end. This is not the porny part yet. *g*
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pre_raphaelite1 cause she is not feeling well.
Both characters are over 18.
Blaise finds Draco Malfoy unconscious beneath two bodies in an empty street. He is bleeding and there are signs of multiples curses on him, the kind preferred by Death Eaters, Blaise knows. It is the third year of war. Blaise has been in the Order of the Phoenix for four years.
He drags Draco away from the bodies and Apparates with him into his mother’s house. Lavinia Zabini is spending the war in Italy and Blaise has use of the house, but he rarely goes in. He lives with some other members in 12, Grimmauld Place, and spends most of his time travelling, to and from Hogwarts, the Ministry, anywhere.
He does what healing spells he can on Draco and makes a potion for Dreamless Sleep. There are wounds on his body, cigarette burns and bruises as well as other unrecognisable marks. Blaise tries to imagine what Draco would have done to merit such punishment, but it isn’t difficult. Draco was never good with action, and from what Blaise know he hasn’t been very good with killing people. Probably not that good as a Death Eater.
He doesn’t tell anyone that he has found Draco. Not Potter, who might even smile at the sight of his old enemy being taken prisoner. Not McGonagall, who would use Draco to plan her war. Not Snape, who lives in the library of Grimmauld Place, no longer useful as a spy but making potions and teaching Gryffindors how to fight without getting yourself killed.
He looks at the young man, pale and naked in Blaise’s old bed. He doesn’t say Draco you stupid fuck, although he has thought it, many times, over the years. He doesn’t say I became a blood traitor because of you, although that is also true. He sits down on the edge of the bed and thinks about the last time, the first time Draco was here, naked in his bed.
: :
The summer after fifth year Draco had come to stay with Blaise and his cousins in Italy. Blaise hadn’t invited him, hadn’t wanted him to come; they weren’t close and Blaise had found Draco particularly annoying the previous year. But Lucius Malfoy had just been put to Azkaban and Narcissa Malfoy had asked Blaise’s mother to take Draco in. Blaise imagines the glacial Narcissa asking Lavinia for a favour and smirks a little.
They had spent one night in the house in London before taking a portkey to Florence. Draco had been quiet, enthralled and distracted by Lavinia and sulky towards Blaise. Blaise had mostly ignored him. After dinner he had retired to his own room and assumed that Draco would do the same. But there had been a knock on his door at midnight, and a boy in dark green silk pyjamas.
“I didn’t want to come, you know.”
Blaise had rolled his eyes because it was such a typical thing to say, make melodramatic statements about himself and to act like everything was someone else’s fault.
But then Draco had stepped closer and closed the door, and started to unbutton his pyjama shirt. the room wasn’t dark, the lights of London colouring the sky orange behind Blaise’s window, but Draco’s fingers looked luminescent, moving across the dark material like little pale butterflies.
“What are you doing?”
Draco had scowled and said nothing, stepping away from the shirt and dropping it behind him. Blaise could see the goose bumps on his shivering limbs, the tiny nipples hard on the narrow chest. Then Draco had dropped on his knees before Blaise, placed his hands on Blaise’s knees with some hesitation, and pushed them apart. He had settled between them, and looked up at Blaise. Licked his lips.
: :
Draco doesn’t wake up that night, and in the morning Blaise goes back to the headquarters and leaves a note behind.
I trust you recognise your surroundings. If you would like to stay for a while, you will find some food in the kitchen, I will be back in the evening.
B.
Posted to cheer up
pre_raphaelite1 cause she is not feeling well.Both characters are over 18.
Blaise finds Draco Malfoy unconscious beneath two bodies in an empty street. He is bleeding and there are signs of multiples curses on him, the kind preferred by Death Eaters, Blaise knows. It is the third year of war. Blaise has been in the Order of the Phoenix for four years.
He drags Draco away from the bodies and Apparates with him into his mother’s house. Lavinia Zabini is spending the war in Italy and Blaise has use of the house, but he rarely goes in. He lives with some other members in 12, Grimmauld Place, and spends most of his time travelling, to and from Hogwarts, the Ministry, anywhere.
He does what healing spells he can on Draco and makes a potion for Dreamless Sleep. There are wounds on his body, cigarette burns and bruises as well as other unrecognisable marks. Blaise tries to imagine what Draco would have done to merit such punishment, but it isn’t difficult. Draco was never good with action, and from what Blaise know he hasn’t been very good with killing people. Probably not that good as a Death Eater.
He doesn’t tell anyone that he has found Draco. Not Potter, who might even smile at the sight of his old enemy being taken prisoner. Not McGonagall, who would use Draco to plan her war. Not Snape, who lives in the library of Grimmauld Place, no longer useful as a spy but making potions and teaching Gryffindors how to fight without getting yourself killed.
He looks at the young man, pale and naked in Blaise’s old bed. He doesn’t say Draco you stupid fuck, although he has thought it, many times, over the years. He doesn’t say I became a blood traitor because of you, although that is also true. He sits down on the edge of the bed and thinks about the last time, the first time Draco was here, naked in his bed.
: :
The summer after fifth year Draco had come to stay with Blaise and his cousins in Italy. Blaise hadn’t invited him, hadn’t wanted him to come; they weren’t close and Blaise had found Draco particularly annoying the previous year. But Lucius Malfoy had just been put to Azkaban and Narcissa Malfoy had asked Blaise’s mother to take Draco in. Blaise imagines the glacial Narcissa asking Lavinia for a favour and smirks a little.
They had spent one night in the house in London before taking a portkey to Florence. Draco had been quiet, enthralled and distracted by Lavinia and sulky towards Blaise. Blaise had mostly ignored him. After dinner he had retired to his own room and assumed that Draco would do the same. But there had been a knock on his door at midnight, and a boy in dark green silk pyjamas.
“I didn’t want to come, you know.”
Blaise had rolled his eyes because it was such a typical thing to say, make melodramatic statements about himself and to act like everything was someone else’s fault.
But then Draco had stepped closer and closed the door, and started to unbutton his pyjama shirt. the room wasn’t dark, the lights of London colouring the sky orange behind Blaise’s window, but Draco’s fingers looked luminescent, moving across the dark material like little pale butterflies.
“What are you doing?”
Draco had scowled and said nothing, stepping away from the shirt and dropping it behind him. Blaise could see the goose bumps on his shivering limbs, the tiny nipples hard on the narrow chest. Then Draco had dropped on his knees before Blaise, placed his hands on Blaise’s knees with some hesitation, and pushed them apart. He had settled between them, and looked up at Blaise. Licked his lips.
: :
Draco doesn’t wake up that night, and in the morning Blaise goes back to the headquarters and leaves a note behind.
I trust you recognise your surroundings. If you would like to stay for a while, you will find some food in the kitchen, I will be back in the evening.
B.
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Date: 2005-09-22 04:22 pm (UTC)*waits enthralled for more*
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Date: 2005-09-22 04:31 pm (UTC)Glad you like it!
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Date: 2005-09-22 10:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-23 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-23 04:36 am (UTC)Draco’s fingers looked luminescent, moving across the dark material like little pale butterflies.
Ooh, pretty, pretty.
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Date: 2005-09-24 07:30 am (UTC)Draco was never good with action, and from what Blaise know he hasn’t been very good with killing people. Probably not that good as a Death Eater.
That line just made me giggle. Poor Draco! *g* I hope the bunnies are good and we get more soon.
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Date: 2005-11-11 02:42 pm (UTC)*waiting for more*