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Post by loekie on Aug 23, 2012 17:10:23 GMT 1
All too aware that the walls carefully build up over the years were still a bit down the blonde just didn’t have the strength and energy to put them back in place quick enough. Really though it rather surprised him that he didn’t seem to find that too much of a problem. That it seemed that around this boy it didn’t matter too much to let some of his guard down. This thought was rather frightening and disturbing to the blonde as he wracked his brain in order to find some answers to unspoken questions. He really should not have let things get this far. That however did not explain how all of the sudden he was beginning to feel he could let down his walls somewhat around someone without it seeming to be a really big deal.
What the other boy thought to help him with he could only guess. Perhaps Potter hoped that over the course of this the Slytherin’s own magic would somehow become stronger. Maybe the plan was to instill enough confidence into him that he would let go and lash out at his father. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried at times to fight back… he had and it was possibly even one of the reasons that he was even still alive today. It was just that somehow his father always seemed to be able to somehow get the open hand.
Whatever Potter was thinking would have to wait as Draco raised an eyebrow as the other’s voice brought him out of his thoughts and he smirked shaking his head “Will anyone truly be able to stop you exploring?” he smirked slightly as he followed the other boy’s glance towards the door “I have a feeling you will not be able to contain your curiosity for much longer” he smirked ‘Bloody Gryffindors’ he thought in slight amusement.
[[Your post was great!
I'm having a good time!
It's good to see her again after all this time...
It is also why I haven't posted sooner....
I'm sorry this is sooo shitty...
but I didn't get much sleep these past two nights....
anyway...
hope it isn't too bad...?]]
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Post by plzkthnks on Aug 23, 2012 18:54:30 GMT 1
[[I liked it, m'dear! I'm glad to hear you're having fun! What time are you heading out Friday? Just curious. -nodnod- And I'm actually of to a friend's house right now, so.. I'll try replying when I get home!))
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Post by plzkthnks on Aug 24, 2012 11:51:48 GMT 1
"Will anyone truly be able to stop you exploring?" Malfoy asked, smirking. "I have a feeling you will not be able to contain your curiosity for much longer."
Harry flashed him an exaggerated grin.
"Glad you agree," he replied. Harry had the feeling that Malfoy was curious, too. Maybe not to the same degree, but he had certainly been curious about their meeting (and the appropriate room), and Harry highly doubted that just went away. Besides, Harry hoped that being acquainted with their surroundings would help both of them in the long run. He started over to the door, going a bit slower than usual, but not obviously so, not wanting to push Malfoy. When they approached the door, Harry studied the frame. It was much like the main entrance's, twisted, small markings carved into the wood. Some were characters from some sort of language, no doubt dead and lost--and others were small miniatures, people from a time long ago. He opened the door and waved Malfoy in again, his smile faded but still present, and eyes peering into the room before them.
To say it wasn't what Harry expected would be an understatement.
There was a fireplace to the right, its flames bright and steady, a sharp contrast to the dark stone. Pieces of furniture were scattered across the length of the room, which was a bit smaller than their practice room but of comparable size nonetheless. There were two charcoal-colored chairs in front of the fireplace, a table centered in front of them, and on the opposing wall from where Harry and Malfoy stood, more bookshelves. Some had cabinets, though, and through their glass doors, Harry could make out the dull glint of potion vials. There was a cauldron stashed in the left corner of the wall and, further out, across from the fireplace and behind the chairs, was a lavish bed, black and white and completely understated. Ornate rugs with dizzying designs connected one piece of furniture to the next. Harry's eyes flicked back to the bed.
Harry could feel his face heating.
Why the hell was there a bed?
Hoping that Malfoy would somehow manage to focus on something else, but knowing that that hope was brutally squashed the second he birthed it, Harry stepped into the room, thinking of how he worded his thoughts.
((Hope this is okay, m'dear! And I hope the addition of the bed is okay. I figured it could be for Draco, more specifically, for him to rest unbothered, but I can imagine Harry being all WTF? I'm not a pervert, I swear! about it. Haha.))
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Post by loekie on Aug 26, 2012 0:42:04 GMT 1
[[I am soo sorry i.haven't posted as i had promised... But i'm on my phone now and have already turned off the computer with my post for the night... and i'm too tired to bothering it back on... I'll post first thing tomorrow though, i promise...
hope you had fun though!]]
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Post by plzkthnks on Aug 26, 2012 5:13:49 GMT 1
((You're fine, dear! And okay, sounds good to me! And I did, for the most part. The golfing was fun. Dealing with Tom afterwards, however, was not; he's trying to quit smoking and has been a complete dick, off and on, for the last two days. I'm trying really hard to be supportive but he's toeing the line. He better stop smoking by the end of this because if he doesn't, and the cigarettes haven't killed him, I might. Haha.))
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Post by loekie on Aug 26, 2012 15:02:56 GMT 1
[[hehehe... ugh...
I remember when my mom quit smoking....
now that was a nightmare...
anyway...
hope he learns to behave!]]
Well… he might indeed have been teasing the other boy a little, but he knew he himself was rather curious as well to figure out what was behind that door. He may of course not be a Gryffindor and as such he was probably not be nearly as curious as the raven-haired boy… but he couldn’t deny that he wanted to know what was behind there as well. If for nothing else than that the exploration might form a good distraction from his aching body. Shaking his head slightly at the other’s grin he smiled as he went over possible scenarios on what it could be. He had no idea as he didn’t really know what the other had been thinking while ‘summoning’ the room. Well he supposed he could find out with leglimency if he wanted to, but really, it wasn’t as if it was really that important now was it?
“I’m sure you are” he smiled although he really had no illusions that Potter would not have investigated anyway, had he not agreed. He simply followed the other towards the door. The young heir had however realized that the other had slowed his walk, even if only for a little for his benefit. He appreciated it even though it wasn’t necessary, or so he thought. He really had had worse over the years… although the pounding in his head just would not go away. He ran a hand through his blonde hair just following the Gryffindor intently staring at the door. He took in the door… characters of Ancient Egypt, Greece and other dead languages he had had to study when he was younger. How odd. The blonde soon made his way into the room looking around to see what it had to offer. Whatever scenarios the blonde had thought up previously… it most certainly did not appear to one of them.
It was almost as big as their ‘training area’ with a lit fireplace, the light of the flames showing the dark stone. There was furniture scattered across the length of the room… cupboards, tables, chairs, shelves, you name it and it was there. A little seating area had been created in front of the fireplace and shelves some that held cabinets filled with vials of potions, a cauldron in one of the corners. Draco’s eyes eventually caught side of the bed that was somewhere in the room. He glanced over at the other boy for a moment with a slight frown. What on earth was that bed doing there? What exactly had gone through the other’s mind before summoning the room? He somehow wasn’t too concerned about it though as he raised an eyebrow “What sorta night did you have planned Potter..." he replied with a slight smirk.
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Post by plzkthnks on Aug 28, 2012 11:35:15 GMT 1
Harry flushed.
Malfoy was smirking, but he could tell by his tone that he was teasing. Mostly. He deliberately avoided the other boy's eyes and thought of what had been running through his head when he conjured the room. He had wanted some place safe for he and Malfoy. Maybe the room knew something he didn't? He inwardly shrugged and glanced at his counterpart again, his cheeks heating all over again. He rolled his eyes a bit and gave the other a half-grin, saying, "Oh, yes, Draco, I brought you here to simply have my wicked way with you."
The moment the words left his mouth, he inwardly blanched, the sentence reminding Harry of that night six-year-old Draco tried seducing him.
Before he could stop the thought from presenting itself, he wondered if Draco had ever done anything like that because he wanted to, not because someone with more power had demanded it.
He looked away before that thought could lead to others, and stepped further into the room.
Considering they weren't going to practice that night, maybe they could just relax a bit. Merlin knew Malfoy probably needed a break, and Harry wasn't too fond of the idea of facing Hermione again right then. He knew he could only avoid her for so long--she would try talking to him again and, after yesterday, he knew she wouldn't be as easy to shake. But, if she kept at it the way she was, he would be just as difficult to persuade. He glanced back at Malfoy, unable to see why she had gone from trusting him to distrusting him. Yes, he had done something wrong--and like Harry had thought before, that was probably just the most recent incident--but Malfoy had apologized and he was the victim, not Ron. Why couldn't Hermione see that?
Turning away again, he settled on the couch and stared at the fire, trying very hard to push those thoughts from his mind.
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Post by plzkthnks on Sept 7, 2012 17:39:28 GMT 1
((Where-oh-where has my Malou gone? ):
Has she fallen off the face of the earth?))
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Post by loekie on Sept 7, 2012 21:06:14 GMT 1
I am sooooo soooo sorry...
I have been really, really busy lately...
and my muse seems to have dissapeared...
I'll definitely post tonight or tomorrow..
I promise!
apologies once again...
how are you btw???
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Post by plzkthnks on Sept 8, 2012 0:59:48 GMT 1
I'm not really as concerned with the post as I was that you were okay, m'dear. It's fine if you have writer's block; I more than understand. Trust me, I do. I just wanted to make sure you were alive. I haven't seen you on Yahoo! in a while and you never replied to my offline message. (: Take your time with a post!
And I'm good, m'dear, how are you?!
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Post by loekie on Sept 9, 2012 23:52:32 GMT 1
Ah mission accomplished. Draco smiled slightly as the other boy flushed and turned a bright red. It was rather amusing. The blonde leaned against a wall a small smile still playing around his lips. The dark-haired boy however seemed to have regained his composure quickly and as he spoke Draco raised an eyebrow. This had not been what he had expected to come out of the other’s mouth. He smirked pushing himself from the wall he’d been leaning against “You think you could handle me then?” he asked with another raised eyebrow as he glanced from the bed to the other boy. Over the years at Hogwarts there had been a few girls that he had willingly slept with. It had been a far cry from what went on at the Manor and it had even been something he had enjoyed. He ran hand through his hair as he glanced over at his companion.
Draco hadn’t really seen him talk to any other girls besides Granger and Weaslette. Had he ever done anything that he had claimed to need the bed for? Somehow he doubted it… Potter didn’t seem like the ‘one night stand’ sorta guy and it also didn’t seem likely he would allow a relationship to happen. The blond boy himself did really think he’d ever be able to get involved with someone… not for real anyway. He knew he was expected to get married after graduating Hogwarts and produce and heir. He really didn’t think he was going to let that happen though. The thought of becoming a father terrified him… what if he would do the same to the child as his father had done to him? It was something he couldn’t allow to happen. It was a concern for the future though as right now he would need to be more concerned with actually staying alive…although for what he wasn’t sure. He forced it to the back of his mind.
Tonight he would just try to relax and just think of something else. He settled in one of the large armchairs staring into the fire.
[[OMG...
this is the worst..
I'm sorry...]]
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Post by plzkthnks on Sept 10, 2012 0:09:48 GMT 1
Harry glanced back at Draco, his eyebrows raising slightly. He couldn't tell if that was another proposition and his face flushed a bit again. He thought of Draco, laying across that bed, for but a moment and then turned away, back to the fire.
"Eager to find out?" he teased, his tone betraying how uncomfortable the idea made him. He had done very little with the opposite sex, even less with the same, and Harry doubted that would change. He wanted a happy ending, yes, someone he loved desperately and someone that loved him in return, but he knew that it wasn't in the stars for him. He would no doubt die before finishing his task, so why dwell on something he would never have?
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