Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Fu Inle ❯ Chapter 18
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By: flight815kitsune 
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.23.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 475 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.23.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 475 | Status: Work In Progress
18
Well, the last chap was harder to type than I expected. It’s nice and long, though...I need to type some smut soon....
“One, two, three.”
Once again being pulled, this time to Grimmuald Place. Falling in a pile of bodies.
I would have landed right if it weren’t for Blaise... wood from one of the wands threatens to stab him in the thigh.
“Everyone okay?” Harry asks, presumably underneath Pansy. Draco can’t really look, as he’s face to face with Blaise.
He huffs, pushing the weight off. Zambini glares at him from his new position on the carpet. “They’ll be fine. You might want to give her her own room for tonight, though. And some clothes. In fact...were there any women’s rooms?”
“Down the hall, to the left.” He has yet to abandon his position of human pillow. Pansy is motionless, silent, scared.
“Bathroom?” If she’s by herself, she’ll do better. I’ll separate them for now.
“Next to the the bedroom.”
Good. a tour before we got here would have been nice... “We can’t have you looking such a mess. What would the house say?”
For the first time, that smile graces her lips. “good point.”
He guides her to the bathroom, with only one wrong guess along the way. Thankfully, that guess is the bedroom. “I’ll leave clothes by the door. Hope you don’t mind something old and ill-fitting...”
He returns, grabbing the first thing in the closet. Kreacher makes his appearance known with a cry. why me? “Miss Parkinson will be borrowing something to wear. If you would choose something besides this, feel free to do so. She will sleep in this room. If she damages anything,you may then become angry.” He glances around at the clean room. “Good job. When Pansy leaves, though I don’t know when that might be, I’ll see to it Potter gives you her room, to keep Mrs. Black’s damageable things.”
He leaves the elf crying. Harry gives a quiet, “Night.” to Blaise, and they meet somewhere towards the middle.
After a few tense moments of silence, Harry clears his throat.“That went...well.”
“They’ll thank you. It might take them a while, but they will.” He stares at his feet. How do you say, “Thanks for letting them not die” ?
“Blaise doesn’t like this...”Harry starts. “He thinks we’re controlling you, or that it’s all an illusion.”
“Really? I should talk with him...” He takes a few steps in the right direction.
“Oh.” disappointment.
“What?” He turns, walking backwards.
“...nothing” He smiles and ducks into the nearest door.
bastard stole that from me....He sighs, knocking gently on the door. Maybe I can see what he wants later...
He knocks. Silence.
“Open the door, or I’m coming in.”
“I’ll curse you.” Such anger, that it’s almost believable.
“I have your wand, idiot.”
Silence.
“Well?”
̶ 0;Try anything, I can still fight.”
Draco sighs.
The door opens slowly. “What do you want?”
“I believe what you meant was: Thank you, Draco. I owe you my life and soul for releasing me from the claws of hell.”
A glare. Those dark eyes cold.
“Fine. Potter said you didn’t trust us. I want to know why.”
Blaise leaves the door open and crashes on the bed.
“Do you need any healing or potions?”
He simply huffs.
“Fine.” He digs in his pocket and pulls out the wands.”Which of these is yours?”
He glances up. “Why?”
“Because I’m giving it back to you. There’s one condition, though.” Can’t give a snake fangs without worry of being bitten.
“Name it.”
“Get help if there’s anything wrong. Me and Harry will be in the next room down. You’re no good to us dead, and I’ll be damned if I risked anything in vain.”
“...you really did rescue us....?”
“No. He saved you. I was dragged along.” He closes the gap between them.
“That’s exactly what he said...” He sighs. “Come here.”
I should humor him...
“You were dead. Was that organized by them?” He pulls one slender piece of wood from the others.
“No.”
“So Lucius finally snapped?”
I don’t know. “I think he just got carried away.”
Blaise snorts. “You think?”
“Fine...he tried to kill me. I was a deserter, after all. And Snape was forced to act, which showed he was willing to kill Dumbledore. He was great to keep an eye on the others, and at potions, but he was killed. Being at fault, I had to be punished...Didn’t think I’d live.”
“It’s true that you attacked the Manor...”
He nods.
“Then I guess staying here might just be an option.” A slightly less than friendly grin graces his features. “No one tortures me.”
He smiles. “Just don’t make any stupid decisions. Once we find out the status of some other people, we’ll look into catching them.”
Blaise holds out a shaking hand. scars encircle each finger, and his wrist. Cruel jewelry. “I will make sure your father pays for this.”
“I can live with that.” He heads for the door, leaving Blaise to contemplate revenge.
“Draco.” He says softly just before the blonde has vanished from sight, “I don’t like this. Don’t think I have any faith in you.”
No problem, Blaise. He treads softly to Harry’s room. The door opens with a creak.
Harry snores lightly in the dark.
Guess he’s not that worried. He kicks his shoes off. Then slips off his jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor, his pockets still containing the wands of both Pansy and the dead. I need to get some real clothing. I don’t need to blend with them anymore.
He simply stares, the hiss of water providing an eerie backdrop.
There’s no couch here. Am I supposed to just climb into bed with him? Maybe I should stay up a bit longer. They might need help...or if Blaise tries to turn on us...No. If they really need anything, they won’t be afraid to wake me.
Weariness longs to take him.
But does he really want me beside him? What if I scream, or hit him in my sleep?
He climbs in, trying not to make a sound, or motion to wake the sleeping brunette.
...I’m sure I can last one night.
The tired eyes close as he pulls the warm covers over himself.
might...like you...Potter.
Well, the last chap was harder to type than I expected. It’s nice and long, though...I need to type some smut soon....
“One, two, three.”
Once again being pulled, this time to Grimmuald Place. Falling in a pile of bodies.
I would have landed right if it weren’t for Blaise... wood from one of the wands threatens to stab him in the thigh.
“Everyone okay?” Harry asks, presumably underneath Pansy. Draco can’t really look, as he’s face to face with Blaise.
He huffs, pushing the weight off. Zambini glares at him from his new position on the carpet. “They’ll be fine. You might want to give her her own room for tonight, though. And some clothes. In fact...were there any women’s rooms?”
“Down the hall, to the left.” He has yet to abandon his position of human pillow. Pansy is motionless, silent, scared.
“Bathroom?” If she’s by herself, she’ll do better. I’ll separate them for now.
“Next to the the bedroom.”
Good. a tour before we got here would have been nice... “We can’t have you looking such a mess. What would the house say?”
For the first time, that smile graces her lips. “good point.”
He guides her to the bathroom, with only one wrong guess along the way. Thankfully, that guess is the bedroom. “I’ll leave clothes by the door. Hope you don’t mind something old and ill-fitting...”
He returns, grabbing the first thing in the closet. Kreacher makes his appearance known with a cry. why me? “Miss Parkinson will be borrowing something to wear. If you would choose something besides this, feel free to do so. She will sleep in this room. If she damages anything,you may then become angry.” He glances around at the clean room. “Good job. When Pansy leaves, though I don’t know when that might be, I’ll see to it Potter gives you her room, to keep Mrs. Black’s damageable things.”
He leaves the elf crying. Harry gives a quiet, “Night.” to Blaise, and they meet somewhere towards the middle.
After a few tense moments of silence, Harry clears his throat.“That went...well.”
“They’ll thank you. It might take them a while, but they will.” He stares at his feet. How do you say, “Thanks for letting them not die” ?
“Blaise doesn’t like this...”Harry starts. “He thinks we’re controlling you, or that it’s all an illusion.”
“Really? I should talk with him...” He takes a few steps in the right direction.
“Oh.” disappointment.
“What?” He turns, walking backwards.
“...nothing” He smiles and ducks into the nearest door.
bastard stole that from me....He sighs, knocking gently on the door. Maybe I can see what he wants later...
He knocks. Silence.
“Open the door, or I’m coming in.”
“I’ll curse you.” Such anger, that it’s almost believable.
“I have your wand, idiot.”
Silence.
“Well?”
̶ 0;Try anything, I can still fight.”
Draco sighs.
The door opens slowly. “What do you want?”
“I believe what you meant was: Thank you, Draco. I owe you my life and soul for releasing me from the claws of hell.”
A glare. Those dark eyes cold.
“Fine. Potter said you didn’t trust us. I want to know why.”
Blaise leaves the door open and crashes on the bed.
“Do you need any healing or potions?”
He simply huffs.
“Fine.” He digs in his pocket and pulls out the wands.”Which of these is yours?”
He glances up. “Why?”
“Because I’m giving it back to you. There’s one condition, though.” Can’t give a snake fangs without worry of being bitten.
“Name it.”
“Get help if there’s anything wrong. Me and Harry will be in the next room down. You’re no good to us dead, and I’ll be damned if I risked anything in vain.”
“...you really did rescue us....?”
“No. He saved you. I was dragged along.” He closes the gap between them.
“That’s exactly what he said...” He sighs. “Come here.”
I should humor him...
“You were dead. Was that organized by them?” He pulls one slender piece of wood from the others.
“No.”
“So Lucius finally snapped?”
I don’t know. “I think he just got carried away.”
Blaise snorts. “You think?”
“Fine...he tried to kill me. I was a deserter, after all. And Snape was forced to act, which showed he was willing to kill Dumbledore. He was great to keep an eye on the others, and at potions, but he was killed. Being at fault, I had to be punished...Didn’t think I’d live.”
“It’s true that you attacked the Manor...”
He nods.
“Then I guess staying here might just be an option.” A slightly less than friendly grin graces his features. “No one tortures me.”
He smiles. “Just don’t make any stupid decisions. Once we find out the status of some other people, we’ll look into catching them.”
Blaise holds out a shaking hand. scars encircle each finger, and his wrist. Cruel jewelry. “I will make sure your father pays for this.”
“I can live with that.” He heads for the door, leaving Blaise to contemplate revenge.
“Draco.” He says softly just before the blonde has vanished from sight, “I don’t like this. Don’t think I have any faith in you.”
No problem, Blaise. He treads softly to Harry’s room. The door opens with a creak.
Harry snores lightly in the dark.
Guess he’s not that worried. He kicks his shoes off. Then slips off his jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor, his pockets still containing the wands of both Pansy and the dead. I need to get some real clothing. I don’t need to blend with them anymore.
He simply stares, the hiss of water providing an eerie backdrop.
There’s no couch here. Am I supposed to just climb into bed with him? Maybe I should stay up a bit longer. They might need help...or if Blaise tries to turn on us...No. If they really need anything, they won’t be afraid to wake me.
Weariness longs to take him.
But does he really want me beside him? What if I scream, or hit him in my sleep?
He climbs in, trying not to make a sound, or motion to wake the sleeping brunette.
...I’m sure I can last one night.
The tired eyes close as he pulls the warm covers over himself.
might...like you...Potter.