Slithering, a sequel. Part 80
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dracoharry100Title: Slithering, a sequel - 80
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG-13 today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: Crisis
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Author's note: Comments are love!
Summary: Harry finishes with Draco. I finish the series.
Author's 2nd Note: This is a sequel to "Slither In," which starts here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/286839.html
and ends here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/460335.html
Sequel "Slithering"
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html
Part 79: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/300887.html#cutid1
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“You say you’ve considered divorce, though you ‘miss us more than you can stand’?”
Hope bloomed in Draco’s eyes, so Harry moved to kill it. Draco was a crisis, waiting to explode. Harry’d no need of that.
“It’s been over a dozen years, Draco. I’m not who I was at nineteen. Back then, I thought I needed a man. I was wrong. I’ve excised that part of myself. It’s gone. My life is full without romantic love. I’ve no need of it, and I’ve lost the will to risk my heart, or what’s left of it.”
Harry straightened his back.
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“I expend my love parentally, on my children and their mothers. I’ve no need for romance, sex or lust. That part of me is gone,” he repeated.
“Which is a good thing,” he said as he stood. He was back in control and felt perfectly steady. “Because you are clearly, still, a catastrophe-in-waiting, not to mention a nasty snake. You’ve shown me today you are selfish, lustful, and probably a bad father. Your sheer lack of scruples disgust me. I hope your poor wife deserves you. I am quite sure Scorpius does not. I know that I no longer do.”
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“You see I,” he said, stepping even further away, “am not a back-up plan. Your Floo will let me out, yes?”
Draco stood. “Give me one year, Harry,” he said, trying to look stoic. He managed it everywhere but right around the eyes. “See me in a year. Please?”
Harry sighed and stepped closer to the Floo. Draco waved his wand and murmured a reopening spell, and Harry knew nothing was keeping him there except his own manners.
“I don’t think that would be wise,” he said, but Draco stepped in front of the floo and tried one more time.
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“Don’t promise you will,” he tried, “but don’t swear you won’t, either. Please?”
“All right,” Harry said, suddenly tired deep into his bones.
He flooed away.
He crawled into bed at 4 in the afternoon.
He slept until dawn.
When Harry woke, he began writing. “Your interest flatters, but I don’t return it. I’m sorry. Please don’t ask me out again.
“I hope you can turn your eyes to another man, one not consumed by work and family.” He attached it to Phoenix’s outstretched leg.
“To Michael Kalinoŭski,” he instructed, and watched as she flew off through the lightening skies.
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The end.
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated PG-13 today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: Crisis
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Author's note: Comments are love!
Summary: Harry finishes with Draco. I finish the series.
Author's 2nd Note: This is a sequel to "Slither In," which starts here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/286839.html
and ends here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/460335.html
Sequel "Slithering"
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html
Part 79: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/300887.html#cutid1
“You say you’ve considered divorce, though you ‘miss us more than you can stand’?”
Hope bloomed in Draco’s eyes, so Harry moved to kill it. Draco was a crisis, waiting to explode. Harry’d no need of that.
“It’s been over a dozen years, Draco. I’m not who I was at nineteen. Back then, I thought I needed a man. I was wrong. I’ve excised that part of myself. It’s gone. My life is full without romantic love. I’ve no need of it, and I’ve lost the will to risk my heart, or what’s left of it.”
Harry straightened his back.
“I expend my love parentally, on my children and their mothers. I’ve no need for romance, sex or lust. That part of me is gone,” he repeated.
“Which is a good thing,” he said as he stood. He was back in control and felt perfectly steady. “Because you are clearly, still, a catastrophe-in-waiting, not to mention a nasty snake. You’ve shown me today you are selfish, lustful, and probably a bad father. Your sheer lack of scruples disgust me. I hope your poor wife deserves you. I am quite sure Scorpius does not. I know that I no longer do.”
“You see I,” he said, stepping even further away, “am not a back-up plan. Your Floo will let me out, yes?”
Draco stood. “Give me one year, Harry,” he said, trying to look stoic. He managed it everywhere but right around the eyes. “See me in a year. Please?”
Harry sighed and stepped closer to the Floo. Draco waved his wand and murmured a reopening spell, and Harry knew nothing was keeping him there except his own manners.
“I don’t think that would be wise,” he said, but Draco stepped in front of the floo and tried one more time.
“Don’t promise you will,” he tried, “but don’t swear you won’t, either. Please?”
“All right,” Harry said, suddenly tired deep into his bones.
He flooed away.
He crawled into bed at 4 in the afternoon.
He slept until dawn.
When Harry woke, he began writing. “Your interest flatters, but I don’t return it. I’m sorry. Please don’t ask me out again.
“I hope you can turn your eyes to another man, one not consumed by work and family.” He attached it to Phoenix’s outstretched leg.
“To Michael Kalinoŭski,” he instructed, and watched as she flew off through the lightening skies.
The end.
