Those Cold Nights (8/13)
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Title: Those Cold Nights (8/13)
Author: purple_Lights
Disclaimer: I don't own/make money from this.
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s):
Summary: Harry reveals a secret and Draco reacts badly
Word Count: 333
Author Notes: This is for hd_seasons prompt {pumpkin patch, hiss}. No worries it gets better (in later chapters).
Draco stared at Harry emotionlessly. What did Harry have to tell him? That he was only playing with Draco emotions and he didn't want to continue to date? "What do you have to say, Potter?" Draco inwardly cringed when he saw how stricken Harry looked at the usage of his surname and the cold tone it was spoken in.
"I don't want anyone else and I haven't cheated on you," Harry stared into Draco's eyes with a sincerity that made Draco believe his words true. "It's just... Draco, do you remember the night when we had prefect duty patrolling the Forbidden Forest and I asked if you had lycanthrophobia?"
Draco tilted his head in confusion at the turn the conversation was taking, but, nevertheless nodded his head.
Harry took a deep breath. "I asked because of this."
Draco was sure that his face was currently devoid of blood and color. He pushed himself tightly against the wall behind and stared. Harry Potter, with a trepidation expression on his face, had his arm up, however, it wasn't a human arm, Harry arm was covered in thick, smooth black hair with elongated black nails; he was entsnared by that arm, only very powerful werewolves could partly change their body parts at will.
Draco let loose a whimper, since in his mind the man before was changing. Instead of smooth fur, Draco saw it as a coarse grey color. And when concern green eyes looked into his, Draco saw sadistic yellow eyes and smelled the rotten flesh and rancid blood. It was no longer Harry Potter he was looking at, it was now Fenrir Greyback.
He ran away as fast as he could. Draco didn't know when he had made it outside because he passed Hagrid's pumpkin patch. He hissed as his arm and leg bumped against several pumpkins, but he didn't stop because he could still hear the menacing, taunting voice in the back of his head that growled, "I like it when you bleed."
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Title: Those Cold Nights (8/13)
Author: purple_Lights
Disclaimer: I don't own/make money from this.
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s):
Summary: Harry reveals a secret and Draco reacts badly
Word Count: 333
Author Notes: This is for hd_seasons prompt {pumpkin patch, hiss}. No worries it gets better (in later chapters).
Draco stared at Harry emotionlessly. What did Harry have to tell him? That he was only playing with Draco emotions and he didn't want to continue to date? "What do you have to say, Potter?" Draco inwardly cringed when he saw how stricken Harry looked at the usage of his surname and the cold tone it was spoken in.
"I don't want anyone else and I haven't cheated on you," Harry stared into Draco's eyes with a sincerity that made Draco believe his words true. "It's just... Draco, do you remember the night when we had prefect duty patrolling the Forbidden Forest and I asked if you had lycanthrophobia?"
Draco tilted his head in confusion at the turn the conversation was taking, but, nevertheless nodded his head.
Harry took a deep breath. "I asked because of this."
Draco was sure that his face was currently devoid of blood and color. He pushed himself tightly against the wall behind and stared. Harry Potter, with a trepidation expression on his face, had his arm up, however, it wasn't a human arm, Harry arm was covered in thick, smooth black hair with elongated black nails; he was entsnared by that arm, only very powerful werewolves could partly change their body parts at will.
Draco let loose a whimper, since in his mind the man before was changing. Instead of smooth fur, Draco saw it as a coarse grey color. And when concern green eyes looked into his, Draco saw sadistic yellow eyes and smelled the rotten flesh and rancid blood. It was no longer Harry Potter he was looking at, it was now Fenrir Greyback.
He ran away as fast as he could. Draco didn't know when he had made it outside because he passed Hagrid's pumpkin patch. He hissed as his arm and leg bumped against several pumpkins, but he didn't stop because he could still hear the menacing, taunting voice in the back of his head that growled, "I like it when you bleed."
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