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Ooookaaay... Because it is in my nature, I must put this ficlet up. Sorry for my nature. :>
Title: When He Goes
Author: depressing!RurouniHime
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
DISCLAIMER: Not my boys. JK Rowling's, all the way. Contains SLASH
It had been hot, because the spells were hot, but now the air was cooling. Cool as the stones beneath us. Over. Someone had won. I wasn’t sure who. Wasn’t sure I cared.
He was touching my hair. Not so much running his fingers through it as letting them slide along. And then bringing his hand up agonizingly slowly to let it fall again.
He inhaled and a cough shot from his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut. “I think I broke a rib.”
I smiled, relieved that my lips still knew how to form the expression. “I think that’s the least of your problems.”
He shifted. I could hear something creaking inside him, but his stomach was still warm against my cheek. I curled my fingers around his side, and then removed them when I felt the damp warmth.
“It’s getting worse.”
A nod above me. I didn’t have to see it. I raised my fingers in front of my face, distantly surprised at how much they were shaking. At how much I suddenly hated the color red.
It was getting harder to talk now. I heard the slur in my voice, and the panicked edge in his told me he heard it too.
“Draco. Stop talking.”
“Can’t.”
“Yes you-” Hiss. The warm wetness of his shirt widened. I opened my mouth and closed it again.
“Can you move?” His voice, beginning to slur as well. I sighed. Reached out and after an eternity of stretching, felt his fingers beneath mine.
“Does it matter?” Spasm in my back. The last thing I could feel, of all the many, many pains. Finally, numbness. “You can’t move.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“Only a little.”
I could smell it. Funny, to smell one’s own blood. Funny to know how much of it had to be there for it to have a smell.
Or maybe it was his blood.
“Over,” he rasped. He had to suck in air for each word. “Finally.”
I heard it in his voice. Soft knell. I wasn’t ready. “Harry.”
“I wanted to be standing.”
“Harry.”
“But this is goo... good.”
I pulled myself up, felt something tear roughly somewhere inside. The last thread. Soon I would fall apart. But I had to see him. The smell of blood washed over me. “Harry?”
He smiled at me. Had the decency to shake his head at my movements. “Don’ m... move...”
“Harry.”
His eyes shook and I grabbed him, tight, around his torn torso. Knew I wouldn’t be making anymore movements after this. His back was wet.
“Dra... Draco.”
My head lay on his stomach. Listened. Deep, dull, slowing thud in my chest. Slower in his.
“Harry.”
When he goes... Please. When he goes.
...
Thanks for reading.
Title: When He Goes
Author: depressing!RurouniHime
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
DISCLAIMER: Not my boys. JK Rowling's, all the way. Contains SLASH
It had been hot, because the spells were hot, but now the air was cooling. Cool as the stones beneath us. Over. Someone had won. I wasn’t sure who. Wasn’t sure I cared.
He was touching my hair. Not so much running his fingers through it as letting them slide along. And then bringing his hand up agonizingly slowly to let it fall again.
He inhaled and a cough shot from his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut. “I think I broke a rib.”
I smiled, relieved that my lips still knew how to form the expression. “I think that’s the least of your problems.”
He shifted. I could hear something creaking inside him, but his stomach was still warm against my cheek. I curled my fingers around his side, and then removed them when I felt the damp warmth.
“It’s getting worse.”
A nod above me. I didn’t have to see it. I raised my fingers in front of my face, distantly surprised at how much they were shaking. At how much I suddenly hated the color red.
It was getting harder to talk now. I heard the slur in my voice, and the panicked edge in his told me he heard it too.
“Draco. Stop talking.”
“Can’t.”
“Yes you-” Hiss. The warm wetness of his shirt widened. I opened my mouth and closed it again.
“Can you move?” His voice, beginning to slur as well. I sighed. Reached out and after an eternity of stretching, felt his fingers beneath mine.
“Does it matter?” Spasm in my back. The last thing I could feel, of all the many, many pains. Finally, numbness. “You can’t move.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“Only a little.”
I could smell it. Funny, to smell one’s own blood. Funny to know how much of it had to be there for it to have a smell.
Or maybe it was his blood.
“Over,” he rasped. He had to suck in air for each word. “Finally.”
I heard it in his voice. Soft knell. I wasn’t ready. “Harry.”
“I wanted to be standing.”
“Harry.”
“But this is goo... good.”
I pulled myself up, felt something tear roughly somewhere inside. The last thread. Soon I would fall apart. But I had to see him. The smell of blood washed over me. “Harry?”
He smiled at me. Had the decency to shake his head at my movements. “Don’ m... move...”
“Harry.”
His eyes shook and I grabbed him, tight, around his torn torso. Knew I wouldn’t be making anymore movements after this. His back was wet.
“Dra... Draco.”
My head lay on his stomach. Listened. Deep, dull, slowing thud in my chest. Slower in his.
“Harry.”
When he goes... Please. When he goes.
...
Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2004-09-14 11:30 pm (UTC)From:Hey you are a good writer...can you tell me anything stupid to do?
Please comment the thing you want me to do in my journal.
By the way...I like slash.
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Date: 2004-09-15 12:00 am (UTC)From:Thank you so much for your comment! I'm glad you liked my ficlet, and I appreciate the compliment about my writing. Thank you!
Hmmm... Firstly, I would like to say that you should do whatever you feel like doing in your journal. I use mine to write and update fics, and talk about random stuff. But if you are looking for a prompt... What do you mean by "anything stupid"? Do you want a drabble prompt?
If you are interested, there are several fic contests and challenges going on at the moment. I could direct you their way.
Cheers, Ru
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Date: 2004-09-14 11:35 pm (UTC)From:It was getting harder to talk now. I heard the slur in my voice, and the panicked edge in his told me he heard it too.
Oh those poor boys...poor Draco that he knows Harry's dying, and seems to be more afraid than Harry is. And Harry seems to know that and wants to ease his pain, doesn't want him to be afraid anymore.
Oh it just tears at the heart...but in such a good way.
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Date: 2004-09-15 12:03 am (UTC)From:Thanks, lovely. I love your description of what is happening. The fear, and what they are both doing with it. Thanks for getting at the togetherness, by the way. What I was going for. Makes it all better, in a way. *smooch*
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Date: 2004-09-15 12:02 am (UTC)From:Ow ow ow ow. I just spent four days in the hospital, and this is the first thing I've read since getting home. You hurt me in a good way. Sometimes I love Draco so much I can't think straight.
Another entry for my memories (both kinds).
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Date: 2004-09-15 12:06 am (UTC)From:Thank you, once again. Sorry for making you hurt, but I'm happy it was in a good way. *glomps gently so as not to injure you*
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Date: 2004-09-15 03:00 am (UTC)From:Literally tearing up here. That was beautiful and oh, so sad, without being cliché or 'melodramatic', so to speak. Just - gah, the ouch. Loved it. And off to my favorites this goes!
♥
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Date: 2004-09-15 09:40 am (UTC)From:without being cliché or 'melodramatic'
That part. Thank you so much for saying that. Means a lot to me.
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Date: 2004-09-15 01:04 pm (UTC)From:And you're welcome. 'Tis only the truth. <33
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Date: 2004-09-15 03:07 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-09-15 07:12 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-09-15 09:45 am (UTC)From:I don't know if they will, but... You gotten at what I was going for. I hate killing off characters; it's the togetherness that makes it bearable for me.
Thank you so very much for this review. You make me so giddy!
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Date: 2004-09-15 09:57 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-09-15 10:08 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-09-16 11:55 am (UTC)From:“You believed in me,” he yelled, “you believed in me.”
Harry hit his knees as the tears rolled down his cheeks. He looked all around him, his friend’s bodies scattered around him, the earth dark with their selflessly shed blood. For what, he thought to himself, for what. Voldemort had won and his was the only life spared. Harry watched through watery eyes as the Dark Lord’s cloaked for came upon him. He sat back on his heels, the tears rolling down his temples into his matted black mass of hair. He closed his eyes and the faces of his loved ones flashed behind his tightly shut lids. The bickering of Hermione and Ron in the common room, catching Ginny and Neville in the potions room, and then the one face that wracked a sob from Harry, the pure beauty of Draco’s skin and the unsettling arousal his smile would cause, this was what tore the words from his lips. But Harry knew he failed him, he failed them all. Voldemort whispered as he leaned over, “I always believed in you boy. Well, you’re failure at least.”
sorry this took up a lot of room, but yours was inspiring.
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Date: 2004-09-16 12:10 pm (UTC)From:Ohhhhh, that line got me. Struck so deep. Very nice! I love how the tone of hopelessness mixed with the nicer memories of his friends makes it so much more sorrowful. Thank you for letting me see this; I love it.
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Date: 2004-09-16 02:39 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-09-16 02:43 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-09-22 06:30 pm (UTC)From:Wonderfully written as usual, though.
<3
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Date: 2004-09-22 07:30 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-09-24 09:52 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-09-24 11:59 am (UTC)From:Ohhh, I'm sorry for making you cry! Thank you so much for the wonderful compliment though. So appreciated... *hugs*
You make me go "gah!" a lot...
Date: 2004-10-05 11:17 pm (UTC)From:Re: You make me go "gah!" a lot...
Date: 2004-10-06 11:52 am (UTC)From:Ah, sorry to have stomped on your heart. I was in a heart-stomping mood that day, and I think some people suffered. But I am thrilled that you enjoyed it nonetheless. I may make you go "gah" a lot, but you make me squee quite a bit with your comments.
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Date: 2004-11-21 09:04 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-11-21 09:47 am (UTC)From:O.o
Oooh, you flatter me! Thank you! So much. *hugs*
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Date: 2005-12-01 07:59 pm (UTC)From:Loved it!
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Date: 2005-12-02 09:23 am (UTC)From:Thank you for reading, and for this review.
Wow!
Date: 2006-12-02 11:41 am (UTC)From:Re: Wow!
Date: 2006-12-07 08:13 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-07-22 01:20 pm (UTC)From:My heart actually hurts. How do you do this to me? I love your stories, but I always end them feeling like I've been holding my breath too long, and everything is too tight. I need a special Ru-story icon...
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Date: 2009-08-07 07:56 pm (UTC)From:Drarry Queen
Date: 2010-05-04 07:52 pm (UTC)From: (Anonymous)I am in pain! O.O
You are so good at displaying a lot of emotion in a short time frame! *bows down in worship* keep at it!
Re: Drarry Queen
Date: 2010-05-05 10:21 pm (UTC)From:Thank you so much for reading it even though it is sad.
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