- Rating:
- PG
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Characters:
- Draco Malfoy
- Genres:
- Slash
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Stats:
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Published: 07/03/2002Updated: 07/03/2002Words: 629Chapters: 1Hits: 815
Breathe
Katsukyo
- Story Summary:
- We were supposed to argue over house decor - why did it come to this?
- Posted:
- 07/03/2002
- Hits:
- 815
- Author's Note:
- For Shiloh - an attempt at fanfiction.
Breathe. Just breathe.
Life was a tossup anymore - days spent in agony in the hopeful prayer of an impossible glance thrown down his way, and moments of succulent bliss when said improbable action occurred. But, to someone in love, all rules of life are altered and such definitions of happiness and misery are merged as if they were in a Cuisinart on puree.
Breathe.
Metallic eyes pleaded in begging glances for just the briefest melting of the icy hostility that had become his daily suicide. Each carefully selected biting word pierced his skin, ripping the flesh, and drew new scarlet blood from the old wounds. Seven years. Seven years of pain, seven years of masks. Nothing mattered now, save for the gentleness that lurked beyond those wary viriscent eyes.
Breathe.
'For I know you.' His thoughts punctured deeply, 'I know the way you stare at me as if I was yours. I know how you like your marshmallows stale and that you sneak sidelong glances to the Ravenclaw table. I know all this.' Slowly flexing the angular hand in the twilight, he sighed. The pale dying light ghosted translucently over his dancing fingertips. 'Why do you think I hate you?'
Wingspans reaching into eternity.
In the enclosing darkness, his steps felt sure. Firm and decisive footed, he wound his way through the labyrinth of an institution, one thought in his mind. Somehow, the nerves he'd expected had neglected to appear and soon he found himself kneeling beside the bed of the one he hated most.
The everlasting filling my lungs until-
'It didn't have to be this way, you know. We could have been perfect. It was meant to be - didn't you know? Then why did it all stray? Why?' He traced a finger along his nemesis' exposed collarbone. The sleeper began to stir and the other froze. 'No, don't wake up. Let just this be right.'
all I can do is-
A whisper stole silently into the room from the kneeling intruder. "I hated you. You were perfect and enchanting and everything I never was. You came to me in my dreams, naked and sweaty. Changing me into a persecuted queer. Of course I blame you, you've ruined my life. Do you know how fully you've come to embody the one thing you hate? You've ruined me."
Breathe.
He began to rhythmically trace the defined cheekbone as his whispers continued. "But I would have been yours. I would have given myself so completely to you at the slightest notice. I would have let you mark me in ways more irreversible than a certain Dark Mark. I already am yours - you've marked me with each word you speak, each look you deign to give to me."
Breathe.
"Don't you see why? It's impossible not to hate you. I love you." Slowly he sighed and reached into the hidden pocket of his robes, withdrawing a faded piece of parchment and his wand. Laying the parchment on the bed, he raised the wand and pointed it, beginning the intricate dark spell.
You are within and without.
"Now," his voice shaking, "for a final bit of magic, the only one that ever counted." He leaned over, careful not to touch the sleeper and stared at the peaceful expression on his nemesis' face. "I love you." He grazed their lips together, skin upon silk, and fell back, eyes closing and an ironic smile upon his lips.
Now you are within and without -
Hard viriscent eyes glared at the headstone. The catlike body pulled tautly, as if he were fighting the anger and utter despair coursing through his very veins.
"You didn't wait for me."
The tear - splashed bouquet dropped onto the fresh grave.
"I loved you, Draco."
me.