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bleedingangel84This is a Draco/Blaise fic that I wrote in response to a challenge at harrypotterfanfiction.com and posted there under my penname on that site, dramionelover84. Warnings and other notes appear as they are listed on the site.
Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 926
Status: COMPLETED
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Contains Slash (Same-Sex Pairing), Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme
Genres: Romance, Angst, AU
Characters: Draco, Blaise (M)
Pairings: Other Pairing
First Published: 07/12/2010
Last Chapter: 08/10/2010
Last Updated: 08/10/2010
Summary:
They always said Slytherins could never know the meaning of love. I like to think they were wrong. We did love each other once. The memory of your eyes looking into mine still heats my blood faster than a blistering August sun. You were so beautiful, though you didn’t like me telling you so. Malfoy’s were not beautiful, but ruggedly handsome. Any other adjective was a bruising insult to a Malfoy male’s psyche, or so you claimed. I saw your eyes soften and the tiny, almost unwilling smile tug at the corners of your mouth as you breathed the word beautiful to yourself in disbelief.
The slight, nearly imperceptible pressure of your hand squeezing mine at such moments was a gift. Without words, that simple touch let me know that I was loved, even as the Malfoy creed forbade excessive displays of sentimentality. Living up to your family’s expectations was always important to you, even when we were children. You knew what was expected of you, fulfilling your role without complaint. There were many times it seemed that nothing could crack the mask you wore.
It was a privilege to be allowed to see the real you. With me, all masks were off. There was passion, laughter, fear and vulnerability. It was just us, and that was enough to last a lifetime and beyond. You said those words at our wedding, with tears of unbridled joy in your eyes. It remains the most amazing sight I will ever see.
The recollection is enough to shatter my heart all over again. All I have left now are my memories, and, though they cut through my consciousness like blades, there is no way to stop them. You always did say I had a masochistic streak running through me. It appears you were right. Do you remember us at all?
On our wedding day, we both cried. The emotions were simply too overwhelming to hide, and for once, neither of us cared at all. We kissed as if we’d die without the taste of one another, and it was perfect. Your skin was pale as rich ivory, but that day, it was flushed to the wildest rose. The honeymoon was all heat and affection, a melding of body and soul. We became one. I have never in my life felt as complete as I did then. You promised me forever, nearly undoing me with the love shining from your eyes.
The memories are killing me. Dear, sweet goddess, this hurts too badly. There is no way I can go on living without you. Where did I go wrong? You never did tell me that when I asked. There was no coldness, no cruelty there at all. When did things change so much? One day, looking into your eyes, I saw indifference staring back at me.
The pure absence of love in your gaze was worse than outright hatred. It was wounding, but you never noticed, merely asking me to pass the Marmite as you looked at me over the rim of your coffee cup. That was not the man I married. We may as well have been strangers for all the care you showed. That was when I realized it was the beginning of the end.
Reaching for you that night, I heard you sigh, not with lust or desire, but with annoyance. “It is late,” you said, “I’m too tired for that now.” You kissed my shoulder gently, and for a minute, hope fluttered its feeble wings in my hollow chest. You turned away then, and the realization struck that the kiss was pity, rather than love. Each night, I felt myself dying a little more as I questioned where our love had gone.
Happy memories were painful, then. The beauty of the church on or wedding day, the vows we took, sweet nights of lovemaking and closeness- all hurt me now. The memories made me yearn and long for you. I would’ve died for you, Draco Malfoy. The pathetic thing is, I still would.
But, you don’t want me now. You asked for a divorce, not even bothering to tell me why. “I love you, Blaise, but I’m not in love with you anymore.” When I questioned whether there was anyone else, you never answered. The scent of unfamiliar cologne on the air was reply enough.
Five years married to the love of my life, and all I have to show for it is a broken heart and a tear-stained silk pillowcase, which you insisted on. His Highness deserved no less than the best, after all.
As we sit in the courtroom, memories start to flood my mind in a deluge. You are watching me, and for the first time in a long while, there is emotion in your eyes. Pain, loss, love-and sadness, knowing that what we had can never be again. Not after this. The judge’s gavel hammers down, breaking through my emotional fog, and as quickly as that, my time as a Malfoy spouse has ended.
You come over to me, and shake my hand. Always and forever the picture of public decorum, even when breaking hearts, Malfoy. I feel numb inside until I feel you squeeze my hand. There are tears in your eyes. You are still so beautiful. I mouth the word to you, causing the tears to fall. I am grateful you’ve given me that much. As I walk away, I can’t help feeling sad that this is what my life boiled down to: a church, a courtroom, and then, goodbye.
Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 926
Status: COMPLETED
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Contains Slash (Same-Sex Pairing), Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme
Genres: Romance, Angst, AU
Characters: Draco, Blaise (M)
Pairings: Other Pairing
First Published: 07/12/2010
Last Chapter: 08/10/2010
Last Updated: 08/10/2010
Summary:
Blaise reflects on his relationship with Draco, experiencing bittersweet emotions as they face divorce. This story was done in response to The Weepie Challenge from KrazyKat2183, aka Charlies_ Gal. Based on "A Church, a Courtroom and Then Goodbye" by Patsy Cline. I don't own the characters or the song.This is just for fun. This is very much a SLASH story, meaning male/male pairing. If you don't like that, don't read this. You have been warned. Nothing explicit.
They always said Slytherins could never know the meaning of love. I like to think they were wrong. We did love each other once. The memory of your eyes looking into mine still heats my blood faster than a blistering August sun. You were so beautiful, though you didn’t like me telling you so. Malfoy’s were not beautiful, but ruggedly handsome. Any other adjective was a bruising insult to a Malfoy male’s psyche, or so you claimed. I saw your eyes soften and the tiny, almost unwilling smile tug at the corners of your mouth as you breathed the word beautiful to yourself in disbelief.
The slight, nearly imperceptible pressure of your hand squeezing mine at such moments was a gift. Without words, that simple touch let me know that I was loved, even as the Malfoy creed forbade excessive displays of sentimentality. Living up to your family’s expectations was always important to you, even when we were children. You knew what was expected of you, fulfilling your role without complaint. There were many times it seemed that nothing could crack the mask you wore.
It was a privilege to be allowed to see the real you. With me, all masks were off. There was passion, laughter, fear and vulnerability. It was just us, and that was enough to last a lifetime and beyond. You said those words at our wedding, with tears of unbridled joy in your eyes. It remains the most amazing sight I will ever see.
The recollection is enough to shatter my heart all over again. All I have left now are my memories, and, though they cut through my consciousness like blades, there is no way to stop them. You always did say I had a masochistic streak running through me. It appears you were right. Do you remember us at all?
On our wedding day, we both cried. The emotions were simply too overwhelming to hide, and for once, neither of us cared at all. We kissed as if we’d die without the taste of one another, and it was perfect. Your skin was pale as rich ivory, but that day, it was flushed to the wildest rose. The honeymoon was all heat and affection, a melding of body and soul. We became one. I have never in my life felt as complete as I did then. You promised me forever, nearly undoing me with the love shining from your eyes.
The memories are killing me. Dear, sweet goddess, this hurts too badly. There is no way I can go on living without you. Where did I go wrong? You never did tell me that when I asked. There was no coldness, no cruelty there at all. When did things change so much? One day, looking into your eyes, I saw indifference staring back at me.
The pure absence of love in your gaze was worse than outright hatred. It was wounding, but you never noticed, merely asking me to pass the Marmite as you looked at me over the rim of your coffee cup. That was not the man I married. We may as well have been strangers for all the care you showed. That was when I realized it was the beginning of the end.
Reaching for you that night, I heard you sigh, not with lust or desire, but with annoyance. “It is late,” you said, “I’m too tired for that now.” You kissed my shoulder gently, and for a minute, hope fluttered its feeble wings in my hollow chest. You turned away then, and the realization struck that the kiss was pity, rather than love. Each night, I felt myself dying a little more as I questioned where our love had gone.
Happy memories were painful, then. The beauty of the church on or wedding day, the vows we took, sweet nights of lovemaking and closeness- all hurt me now. The memories made me yearn and long for you. I would’ve died for you, Draco Malfoy. The pathetic thing is, I still would.
But, you don’t want me now. You asked for a divorce, not even bothering to tell me why. “I love you, Blaise, but I’m not in love with you anymore.” When I questioned whether there was anyone else, you never answered. The scent of unfamiliar cologne on the air was reply enough.
Five years married to the love of my life, and all I have to show for it is a broken heart and a tear-stained silk pillowcase, which you insisted on. His Highness deserved no less than the best, after all.
As we sit in the courtroom, memories start to flood my mind in a deluge. You are watching me, and for the first time in a long while, there is emotion in your eyes. Pain, loss, love-and sadness, knowing that what we had can never be again. Not after this. The judge’s gavel hammers down, breaking through my emotional fog, and as quickly as that, my time as a Malfoy spouse has ended.
You come over to me, and shake my hand. Always and forever the picture of public decorum, even when breaking hearts, Malfoy. I feel numb inside until I feel you squeeze my hand. There are tears in your eyes. You are still so beautiful. I mouth the word to you, causing the tears to fall. I am grateful you’ve given me that much. As I walk away, I can’t help feeling sad that this is what my life boiled down to: a church, a courtroom, and then, goodbye.
