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marginalia) wrote2004-03-30 02:06 am
marginalia) wrote2004-03-30 02:06 am
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fic: a little bit deadly. draco/hermione.
[a little bit deadly] - draco/hermione
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frulie. i. uh. have no idea where this came from. but she asked for bound and flogged draco, so here goes. finally hp smut! i can totally go to hell now.
Anyone could have seen it coming, if only they had paid the least bit of attention.
The thing about people is that they so rarely do.
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The first time she punches him, her breath comes fast and her cheeks flush pink.
He touches his fingers to his lips, and brings them away spotted with blood. His eyes are ice, but later, alone in the washroom, he teases the wound and smiles.
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Every day is a high school dance or a youth gang fight or both, teams circling. It's choreographed like a Muggle action film, playing through a script of insults and rehearsed violence.
They're both waiting.
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He stops insulting Potter. It's not worth the effort.
She looks at him briefly, heavy-lidded eyes unreadable.
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When he gets the mark, he refuses any potions to dilute the pain. He thinks it only slightly odd that a sign that means death makes him feel so very alive. He fucks a sixth year boy soon after it heals. After, the kid wants to touch it. Draco pushes him away, shrugs his robes onto his shoulders, and strides angrily back to his room.
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It'll be soon, Luna says, and laughs, high and musical.
No one listens.
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In the end, he goes to her. He is more surprised than anyone. He kisses her. He half-expects her to have a cleft tongue. She bites his lip, pulls back, slaps him across the face.
Sit.
The chair is heavy and high-backed, with no arms. He sits backwards, like a macho American, and his chin rests on the back. He cannot see her, but he knows she's smiling. He can hear her breathing behind him, slowly. He can almost hear her thinking. Her uniform robes rustle as she moves to tie his hands and feet. Her brow is furrowed in concentration.
He is certain that she has never done this before. But he is equally certain that she knows exactly what she is doing.
He waits, curled around the back of the chair. His cock twitches as she circles him. Assessing.
The first strike falls on his left shoulder with a snap, heat rushing. Then one to the right, then three in quick succession, working down his back. He jerks into the chair, but it is Charmed in place. He clenches his jaw and waits. Two more, and he's twitching in his bonds, trying to flee even though he knows it's impossible. Again, and he grinds forward into the back of the chair. Another whistles through the air, and it cuts through his shirt.
Talk to me she purrs, settles into a rhythm, tears through silk and skin. How does she do it, how is it that she's so strong, they're making Mudbloods of sterner stuff than they used to.
But he's the one who's bleeding. He hisses, spits, swears through clenched teeth.
The world explodes, red, behind his eyelids.
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She cuts him free, leads him to her bed, and lays him back. He's writhing. He's spreading blood on her sheets. He doesn't care. He can't think. She undoes his trousers and frees him, opens her robes, and settles on top of him. She's sweet and hot and moves so slowly he thinks he'll go mad. Then he thinks he's gone mad already. Her hands are strong on his chest, pushing him back into the mattress, rubbing his raw back. She moves faster and he comes quickly, hot tears pricking the corners of his eyes. She follows, falls gently on him, soft and damp with sweat.
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After, she turns him over, then draws out a jar of salve and rubs it on with cool fingers. It smells slightly of citrus. It burns. She whispers a charm to pull free any fibers from the wounds. He arches into her touch. He almost purrs.
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Anyone could have seen it coming.
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frulie. i. uh. have no idea where this came from. but she asked for bound and flogged draco, so here goes. finally hp smut! i can totally go to hell now.Anyone could have seen it coming, if only they had paid the least bit of attention.
The thing about people is that they so rarely do.
::
The first time she punches him, her breath comes fast and her cheeks flush pink.
He touches his fingers to his lips, and brings them away spotted with blood. His eyes are ice, but later, alone in the washroom, he teases the wound and smiles.
::
Every day is a high school dance or a youth gang fight or both, teams circling. It's choreographed like a Muggle action film, playing through a script of insults and rehearsed violence.
They're both waiting.
::
He stops insulting Potter. It's not worth the effort.
She looks at him briefly, heavy-lidded eyes unreadable.
::
When he gets the mark, he refuses any potions to dilute the pain. He thinks it only slightly odd that a sign that means death makes him feel so very alive. He fucks a sixth year boy soon after it heals. After, the kid wants to touch it. Draco pushes him away, shrugs his robes onto his shoulders, and strides angrily back to his room.
::
It'll be soon, Luna says, and laughs, high and musical.
No one listens.
::
In the end, he goes to her. He is more surprised than anyone. He kisses her. He half-expects her to have a cleft tongue. She bites his lip, pulls back, slaps him across the face.
Sit.
The chair is heavy and high-backed, with no arms. He sits backwards, like a macho American, and his chin rests on the back. He cannot see her, but he knows she's smiling. He can hear her breathing behind him, slowly. He can almost hear her thinking. Her uniform robes rustle as she moves to tie his hands and feet. Her brow is furrowed in concentration.
He is certain that she has never done this before. But he is equally certain that she knows exactly what she is doing.
He waits, curled around the back of the chair. His cock twitches as she circles him. Assessing.
The first strike falls on his left shoulder with a snap, heat rushing. Then one to the right, then three in quick succession, working down his back. He jerks into the chair, but it is Charmed in place. He clenches his jaw and waits. Two more, and he's twitching in his bonds, trying to flee even though he knows it's impossible. Again, and he grinds forward into the back of the chair. Another whistles through the air, and it cuts through his shirt.
Talk to me she purrs, settles into a rhythm, tears through silk and skin. How does she do it, how is it that she's so strong, they're making Mudbloods of sterner stuff than they used to.
But he's the one who's bleeding. He hisses, spits, swears through clenched teeth.
The world explodes, red, behind his eyelids.
::
She cuts him free, leads him to her bed, and lays him back. He's writhing. He's spreading blood on her sheets. He doesn't care. He can't think. She undoes his trousers and frees him, opens her robes, and settles on top of him. She's sweet and hot and moves so slowly he thinks he'll go mad. Then he thinks he's gone mad already. Her hands are strong on his chest, pushing him back into the mattress, rubbing his raw back. She moves faster and he comes quickly, hot tears pricking the corners of his eyes. She follows, falls gently on him, soft and damp with sweat.
::
After, she turns him over, then draws out a jar of salve and rubs it on with cool fingers. It smells slightly of citrus. It burns. She whispers a charm to pull free any fibers from the wounds. He arches into her touch. He almost purrs.
::
Anyone could have seen it coming.
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and yet. um. hrm. I heart butch and fierce hermione!
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I know this is the thing that fanfic authors hate to hear the most, but I WANT MORE.
Ahem.
more please.
It'll be soon, Luna says, and laughs, high and musical.
No one listens.
*heart*
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And omg jaci.
*awe*
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omg - you wrote hermione/draco.
omg - it's het.
omg - i love it!
i'm not making much sense right now.
*spudders*
lovely job, m'dear.
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Talk to me she purrs, settles into a rhythm, tears through silk and skin. How does she do it, how is it that she's so strong, they're making Mudbloods of sterner stuff than they used to.
woah!
Little pain, a little joy.
Loved the part about the mark. MMmmmmmmm Draco!
Did I mention I love you?
~J~
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The first time she punches him, her breath comes fast and her cheeks flush pink.
He touches his fingers to his lips, and brings them away spotted with blood. His eyes are ice, but later, alone in the washroom, he teases the wound and smiles.
This bit at the beginning set the mood wonderfully. Fantastic.
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I love it when someone changes my mind.
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i mean. thank you :D
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(ew. het.)
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i had no idea how the hell to write this until i thought of hermione. and then. yes.
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<3
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thank you! *hearts*
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yayayayay!
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Oh yes. Lets make nice little red patterns on that pale smooth skin of his. *drool*
oh the beauty.
I'm pimping this.
I still LOVE you..and a battle.
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I did love the fic. hermione was so great, and draco... who knew? (besides luna)
it squicked me, but only because it was so real, you know? ifI could see it happening. and that's squicky. wheras if it didn't feel real, it wouldn't bother me at all. you know?
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sometimes, when I see people being touchy feely here (which is pretty common. :p) I think "ew het" or "ew touchy touchy het love" and remember mocking the people on the beach during the monkey-meetup.
then I giggle. and you know. it's really hard to explain to people why "ew. het." is so funny. I mean, if you don't get it, then you just.. sorta... don't.
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we'll go on a rampaging het mocking tour when I get back ;D
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But also I like that Hermione. :)
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and then it came to me. like a light in the darkness. or. something.
anyway. i'm glad it worked. thank you!
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I just want to say, I think this is lovely. Eloquent and dark and almost musical in its rhythm.
Very, very nice.
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still, on a whole, i think this was gorgeously written. the style, the language, the pacing... just, wow. and that touch of vaguely surreal. it all kinda makes you want to hold your breath as you read it.
and i do so love your draco, too. especially the fact that he's still sort of a prick, even under these circumstances.
i think... i think maybe people who don't like him very much tend to actually write him better than people who do. because really, he is neither a likable person nor terribly above average in skill or intellect and such -- which is harder to grasp, let alone portray, when one is a fangirl.
ahem. anyway... not quite to my personal taste, as i said, but still very, very well written. for which you have my compliments.
plus, i do have to appreciate anything d/hr that's not sickly sweet undiluted fluff or tragic, weepy star-crossed romance.
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