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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,058
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. Believe me if i did the 5th book would have been published by now and Harry would probably be pregnant already.The origonal character's, pn the pther hand, do belong to me. Even though i doubt you will if you want to use them just ask and i will swell with pride
Dedications: To my sister's ex boyfriend. Without his help this would not be possible because HE FIXED SLIIM!!!!!!!!!!! i am so happy i could just die
Pairings; HarryxDraco
Warnings: Lots of angst. A mystery that we all know the answer to so may get infuriating about how dumb Character is. (p.s. right i am afraid to say i have no idea what i meant to this so just telling you opps)
Notes: This takes place 11 years after The Right Choice so you MUST have read it to understand what is going on. Their will be several OC's which pop up and they are mine so if you want to use them, which of course you won't coz they are probably silly, then just ask.
Notes2: The name Diabolique comes from the latin for devil Diabolo and is not just a name from some silly cartoon on fox kids with a really shitty theme tune (at least i think it is latin the story for coming up with the name is rather funny coz my mum told me i wasn't allowed to call our new puppy the devil so it ended up as ziggy go figure?)
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Draco walked in to class, attempting to place his token scowl on his face but failing misrubly. How could be pretend to be the normal proffesor Malfoy when all he wanted to do was sing to the ehavens. Last night everything in his life had changed. For the past fifteen years he had not been allowed to touch his husband, smell his husband, see HIS husband! but everything changed. He didn't know why or how but the entire night he had kept his arms round his beloved and had awoken to the wonderful sense of beautiful heat surrounding him. How could anyone be in a foul mood when the awake to something so sublime? Luckily, or unluckily as the case may be, he had Hufflepuff and Slytherin second years this morning and if there was something that could turn his wonderful mood bad it was the bungling attempts t potions from the hufflepuffs combined with the egotistical failings of the slytherins.
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Diabolique wondered through the corridors of her new home. She liked it alot better then her old one. Here she could hide from everyone, having pleaded with her father not to give her a personal bodyguard. He was extremly protective of her though not in the way she wanted. He was not so much a father as he was a teacher, a disciplinarian and a god-like figure meant for her to worship. The only reason he was protective was to make sure his line purpetuated itself on to the next generation, after all that was the only reason she had been created, so power would not leave the Slytherin blood line ever again. It had been drilled into her since she was born. 'Blood is everything, strength, power, purity. It must all be maintained so the line can be maintained.' a speech she had heard at the beginning and end of every painful lesson. When she had spoken to a lower minion, when she had dared to cry at a grazed knee, when her father's beating had taken their toll on her young body, when she saw the beaten corpse of a once enemy. All of these things had to be endurded if she was going to survive. Survival was not on her mind at the moment though, she was asking herself the question she had asked all her life 'Who is my mother?'
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Harry walked around his room in a daze. Last night had been the most wonderful he had ever expirenced but with that joy came the guilt. He had lost track of time over the years, not wanting to think how long it had been sonce he had said his name or the name of the one he had left behind. His guilt was the reason he had stayed like this, entombed in his own sorrow. Should he let the icy exterior he had built up after all these years finnally break because of a feeling? A feeling lodged deep inside him, telling him somthing was happening in the outside world, somthing that needed him. He walked out onto the newly renovated balcony. The outside was deserted as the weather got colder but soon it would be awash with livly children as the came out to enjoy the beautiful summer quiditch season. He couldn't wait. He had missed the thrill it gave to his life and the sense of distraction it took away. But distractions were sometimes good, as in Draco's case. Maybe this was the right way to go. It had been a long time mourning maybe it was time to come to grips with the new person he was and be disracted form his grief by his husband. Harry Potter didn't exsist anymore, instead Mr Malfoy, Husband of Proffessor Malfoy, stood in waiting for his life to begin anew.
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A/N i realise this took a while to get out and i am sorry but i couldn't find anyine to fix slim and i could no longer write on him. Please review coz i haven't had one in a while love you all.
Dedications: To my sister's ex boyfriend. Without his help this would not be possible because HE FIXED SLIIM!!!!!!!!!!! i am so happy i could just die
Pairings; HarryxDraco
Warnings: Lots of angst. A mystery that we all know the answer to so may get infuriating about how dumb Character is. (p.s. right i am afraid to say i have no idea what i meant to this so just telling you opps)
Notes: This takes place 11 years after The Right Choice so you MUST have read it to understand what is going on. Their will be several OC's which pop up and they are mine so if you want to use them, which of course you won't coz they are probably silly, then just ask.
Notes2: The name Diabolique comes from the latin for devil Diabolo and is not just a name from some silly cartoon on fox kids with a really shitty theme tune (at least i think it is latin the story for coming up with the name is rather funny coz my mum told me i wasn't allowed to call our new puppy the devil so it ended up as ziggy go figure?)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco walked in to class, attempting to place his token scowl on his face but failing misrubly. How could be pretend to be the normal proffesor Malfoy when all he wanted to do was sing to the ehavens. Last night everything in his life had changed. For the past fifteen years he had not been allowed to touch his husband, smell his husband, see HIS husband! but everything changed. He didn't know why or how but the entire night he had kept his arms round his beloved and had awoken to the wonderful sense of beautiful heat surrounding him. How could anyone be in a foul mood when the awake to something so sublime? Luckily, or unluckily as the case may be, he had Hufflepuff and Slytherin second years this morning and if there was something that could turn his wonderful mood bad it was the bungling attempts t potions from the hufflepuffs combined with the egotistical failings of the slytherins.
*~*~*~*
Diabolique wondered through the corridors of her new home. She liked it alot better then her old one. Here she could hide from everyone, having pleaded with her father not to give her a personal bodyguard. He was extremly protective of her though not in the way she wanted. He was not so much a father as he was a teacher, a disciplinarian and a god-like figure meant for her to worship. The only reason he was protective was to make sure his line purpetuated itself on to the next generation, after all that was the only reason she had been created, so power would not leave the Slytherin blood line ever again. It had been drilled into her since she was born. 'Blood is everything, strength, power, purity. It must all be maintained so the line can be maintained.' a speech she had heard at the beginning and end of every painful lesson. When she had spoken to a lower minion, when she had dared to cry at a grazed knee, when her father's beating had taken their toll on her young body, when she saw the beaten corpse of a once enemy. All of these things had to be endurded if she was going to survive. Survival was not on her mind at the moment though, she was asking herself the question she had asked all her life 'Who is my mother?'
*~*~*~*
Harry walked around his room in a daze. Last night had been the most wonderful he had ever expirenced but with that joy came the guilt. He had lost track of time over the years, not wanting to think how long it had been sonce he had said his name or the name of the one he had left behind. His guilt was the reason he had stayed like this, entombed in his own sorrow. Should he let the icy exterior he had built up after all these years finnally break because of a feeling? A feeling lodged deep inside him, telling him somthing was happening in the outside world, somthing that needed him. He walked out onto the newly renovated balcony. The outside was deserted as the weather got colder but soon it would be awash with livly children as the came out to enjoy the beautiful summer quiditch season. He couldn't wait. He had missed the thrill it gave to his life and the sense of distraction it took away. But distractions were sometimes good, as in Draco's case. Maybe this was the right way to go. It had been a long time mourning maybe it was time to come to grips with the new person he was and be disracted form his grief by his husband. Harry Potter didn't exsist anymore, instead Mr Malfoy, Husband of Proffessor Malfoy, stood in waiting for his life to begin anew.
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A/N i realise this took a while to get out and i am sorry but i couldn't find anyine to fix slim and i could no longer write on him. Please review coz i haven't had one in a while love you all.