[Harry Potter] Smells like you
Title: Smells like you
Words: 926
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry / Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, non-descriptive sex scenes
Disclaimer: Obviously, everything belongs to that extraordinary woman who is the Row! ^ ^
Note: This story has been created for the constable by Italian organizations from IDA Halloween Drarry Archive. The prompt I chose is 'pumpkins'. I did not initially own ideas for the plot of this ficcina. While I was in college and tried to pay attention to a rather boring lecture, it is time that my hand started writing on her own. And 'as if the characters had taken the reins and processed by their story. In practice they have come out two stories, two versions of the same two points of view. The final work is nothing but a mix of these two adjustments. ^ ^
Draco was standing, sitting stiffly in the Great Hall to observe.
was just after eleven. He walked briskly through the corridors of the third floor. What he wanted did not know either. Perhaps just trying to escape from himself.
fact is that they were just after eleven when he realized that he was being followed.
Draco was standing, sitting stiffly in the Great Hall to observe and hear.
His nostrils were sated with sweet smell and at times nauseating, the smell of her and knew that it was ripe pumpkin and vanilla, of childhood dreams and stupid, childish and stupid as a kid.
boy he hated, hated with his whole being. He hated to admit no other thing.
Because the other thing, you know, for the faint of heart, is for fools. And he was neither the one nor the other. Not him, was different.
- Potter! - Addressed him once before a long pull his fist on the nose, in memory of old times. - You smell of pumpkin juice and vanilla, this sucks! -
- Malfoy .- simply replied the other, countering with another blow. In
Within seconds they found themselves on the ground, full of scratches and bruises and blood on her hands and lips swollen.
And when your hands are not enough, it was the turn of the bites and kicks and nails.
why Draco was standing, sitting stiffly in the Great room to observe and feel, with a disgusted expression on his face, sweet smell that reminded him of how he was different, and just. Yes, Draco was right. It was the rest of the world to be wrong, that much was certain.
soon grew and anger, with anger, the pain is brought in from a life exploded.
And then came the calm, and as it seemed the most normal to do, Draco sat next to Harry. Observed in the wall that marked the charred spot where once there was the Room of Requirement. Together their past and peered in a natural way they shook closer. In order not to feel alone, not to listen to that cold inside me, for many other reasons, Draco and Harry that night huddled and loved. With the desperation of those who no longer knows who he is, with the folly of those who do not want to account for what he does and with the courage of those who, for once, just one, does not care about the world and what is right , Draco and Harry loved.
Draco And while he was sitting erect and well- via-another boy laughed. He laughed with her lips, laughed with his teeth, and a little 'eyes. And with those same eyes scanning the crowd, people, life around him, looking for Draco.
That guy was happy. For the simple fact of being alive, he was happy. For the simple reason that the other was alive, he was happy.
Although it was a joy tinged with sadness. Although it was a happiness he had the bitter taste of regret and things unsaid.
breaths I became frantic and overwhelming passion was the only way to put aside the pain of loss, children stolen, bad choices. The bites, the signs that they left on the body, the sweat and suffering joined two kids and grown discouraged too quickly in an unfair world. Li conjoined in a right way, but in a time not yet ripe, or perhaps too much, too mature.
When Harry came into Draco did not do it gently, but, in its way, there was love. A strange kind of love that can not be understood. That fine line and invisible life in which he held two souls for one night, one was a strange kind of love.
And while her sex made its way by force, branding the flesh and having their limbs, the other laughed. Of joy, relief, of himself, Draco laughed and dug his nails even more deeply, pushing to Harry in desperation. As if the brutal and primitive way of making sex was the only reason that prevented the breaking of his soul forever.
The evening light was pink, slightly streaked with purple, and the sky was gradually darkening. Sitting on the damp
he was a boy, with his nose in the air, concentrated in the void of the firmament.
Next to him, invisible as the wind, another guy sat silent.
In the air a smell of ripe pumpkin and vanilla.
came together, with a grunting animal.
came and held tight for a moment. A brief moment before returning to the harsh reality.
- Forget everything. Forget this night, Harry. - Said before turning back.
- Why? - Asked the other.
But it was too late and Draco was already far away.
The first guy, the one with the nose in the air, thinking of being alone with himself, quietly wept.
of reasons there were so many, so many that it would be pointless to list them. Suffice to say that the blond guy, the one with the nose in the air, thinking to be alone with his shadow, silently wept.
- Why? - An intangible whisper in the night.
Another boy, invisible like the wind, sat at his side. And the smell that came be his Draco felt inside, in fact, was real and she sat silent under the same sky, on the same lawn, next to him. Invisible as the wind.
breeze that smelled of ripe pumpkin and vanilla.
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