lomonaaeren: (Default)
lomonaaeren ([personal profile] lomonaaeren) wrote2007-10-26 06:45 pm
Entry tags:

Knowing the Price and the Value, 3/3- for [livejournal.com profile] irrevokable

Part 3 of 3- sorry for spammage.




“Did you see the Daily Prophet this morning?”

Draco didn’t bother to look up, but only shook the newspaper, which was spread out in front of him, in praise of Potter’s observational skills. Potter laughed, that sound Draco loved to hear, and shut the door behind himself.

“Yes, well, that was one of mine.” Potter stretched his arms over his head, wincing only slightly. It had been a few weeks since he received the shoulder wound, and it had healed more swiftly than Draco thought it should. Perhaps Potter visited St. Mungo’s on the sly, he thought, watching around the edge of the newspaper. “I couldn’t quite believe it when we managed to hook her. She survived unscathed through her crimes at Hogwarts and her part in the Voldemort war, but Dolores Umbridge is out of the Ministry at last.”

“Hmm,” said Draco. He could feel his cock stirring as he watched Potter stretch again and take a few swift steps in lieu of a victory dance. “I know what would put me in a celebratory mood.” He shoved his chair back from the desk and spread his legs, patting the side of his thigh.

Potter laughed softly. His eyes were a color Draco had never seen before, a bright green close to malachite, but the same lust sparkled in them as always. He took one stride, slid easily to his knees, and waved his wand. Draco’s clothes were open before he knew it, and then his erection vanished inside a perfect, warm, wet mouth.

Potter’s better mood led to a better blowjob, though Draco wouldn’t have believed that if someone had told him so, since they’d been pretty fucking spectacular before. His tongue tried new and experimental patterns. He varied his breath as well as the motion of his mouth when he hummed, and he bobbed his head as if he were a Muggle child with a lolly. His hands roamed, for the first time Draco could remember, stroking the tender skin along his thighs and dipping just behind Draco’s balls to rub there. Draco caught his breath deep in his chest and came explosively down his partner’s throat.

He was still weak-kneed and panting when Potter pulled back, winked, and did up his trousers again. Draco sat there, gazing down at him, wordless. Then he found his hand lowering, as if of its own free will, to tangle his fingers in Potter’s hair.

With an easy chuckle, Potter pulled back from the touch. “Come on, Draco, no need to tax yourself,” he said. He stood and glanced at his desk, his posture casually shielding his crotch from Draco’s covetous gaze. “Dyers thinks that we should be able to go after the next major conspirator soon. We haven’t found any ties to Shacklebolt yet, which means the upper levels of the Ministry may not change as much as we thought.” He whirled around, and Draco was able to make out no sign of arousal. “But that doesn’t mean you won’t still get a proper position. I promised it, and I’ll make sure of it. A man of your talents shouldn’t be wasted.”

Arrogant Potter. He thinks more of his own talents than he does of mine, I’m certain. Draco avoided Potter’s gaze, and showed nothing of the bile rising up his throat. He just nodded. “Of course,” he murmured.

He rubbed his fingers together several times that day. They felt oddly dry. Potter probably had dandruff, and he’d spread it to Draco when Draco skimmed his hair.

He couldn’t see any sign of dandruff, no matter how closely he studied Potter. Of course, that mattered not a whit. The git probably had enough sense to cast spells that would keep it shielded from plain sight. It was only someone who touched him who would know the difference.

*

A furious pounding on his door awakened him from a dream of gripping Potter’s hair and fucking his mouth, so hard

Draco jerked up, erect and gasping, and realized that he was still in their office. He’d fallen asleep over the desk, stubbornly trying to finish up one more of paperwork before he went home to the Manor, this time on a case where he and Potter had arrested five wizards trying to smuggle living demiguises into Britain. He licked his lips, cast a spell to take away the erection, and strode to the door, since the intruder didn’t intend to stop knocking.

Yes?” he snarled, only to find himself on the end of a wand. He thought for a moment Potter’s enemies had come hunting him, before a Lumos charm flared and he realized he was blinking down at Granger.

“Do come in,” he said, stepping out of the way and rolling his eyes when she immediately pushed past him to settle in his chair. See, Potter, even your friends agree that I have better taste in furniture.

“It’s been a month, Malfoy,” Granger said. She folded her arms and regarded him with a disturbing air of calm. “You haven’t made any progress. I’m going to Shacklebolt tomorrow and telling him that you should be removed as Harry’s partner, unless you can tell me that you’ll have Harry back to normal by morning.”

“Then you’ll have to go to Shacklebolt, I’m afraid,” said Draco, and yawned. He didn’t try to conceal it. Did Granger think it was easy, being a field Auror? Since she had chosen to study magical law, she remained behind a desk most of the time.

“You don’t care, do you, Malfoy?”

“About your threats?” Draco shook his head and settled in Harry’s chair, which tilted alarmingly beneath him. “Not a great deal, no. I think you’d find, if you took a moment to look at reality, that Harry is causing quite a stir of interest in the Ministry. Most people think it would be a good idea to accommodate him. I’m unlikely to be dismissed because you think that’s what should happen.”

“I meant that you don’t care about Harry,” Granger clarified impatiently. “A true friend would have wanted him to stop this madness. He’s already been hurt several times.”

“He was only hurt once,” Draco said sharply.

Granger sniffed at him. “No, he wasn’t. There was the shoulder wound four weeks ago, and he was limping last Tuesday, and then he broke a finger last weekend, and he came in favoring his left arm this morning. That’s what I mean. You don’t care about him. He’ll die on your watch because you can’t be arsed to pay attention to anything but your career.”

Draco hated the jealousy that flooded him then, sharp and sour as vinegar. If Potter was hurt, he should have been the first to know; it could affect his performance in the field, and therefore Draco’s own safety. Granger didn’t care about Potter either, since she had tried to hire Draco to spy on him. Draco didn’t want the position of Potter’s best friend, but since he’d been fulfilling that role by default for the past several months, he at least should get some of the special consideration that came with it.

“Maybe,” he said, summoning up the reserves of venom he had dammed too often around Granger, “if you and Weasley could have been arsed to believe him in the first place about the werewolves, he would never have had to come to me.”

Granger slammed her hands on the desk. “There is nothing about werewolves behind this, Malfoy! Harry’s just gone a little mad in his need for vengeance, and he’s trying to hunt and pull down people who have nothing to do with the original cause!”

“If you believe that, then why aren’t you stopping him?” Draco dug his fingers into his arm to prevent himself from lashing out this time. “You’re supposed to be Gryffindors, aren’t you? Against the suffering of the innocent and all that.”

“No one can stop Harry when he gets in one of these moods.” Granger shook her head impatiently. “We couldn’t talk him out of following you, or out of suspecting that there was something wrong with Snape in our first year at Hogwarts, even though Snape wasn’t the one trying to steal the Philosopher’s Stone.”

“Somehow,” Draco murmured, “you don’t comfort me. He was right about me, after all. And he’s right that Snape was involved in defending the Stone, even if he wasn’t trying to take it.”

Granger ran a hand through her hair, which sprang up and looked ugly behind the sweep of her fingers. “You don’t understand, at all. He’s not right about this. We’ve tried and tried to explain that to him. We’ve tried to listen to him sympathetically. We’ve tried to bring him back to himself. He doesn’t want to come back.”

“Then maybe this is what he is now,” Draco shot back, “and you should respect that and learn to deal with him on this level.”

“I want my friend back,” Granger said. “And I won’t get him this way.” She stalked away, paused long enough to say, “I’m going to Shacklebolt tomorrow,” and then flung the door open and flung it shut behind her.

Draco was left alone to brood on the fact that he hadn’t seen Potter’s wounds, which must have meant that Potter had gone out of his way to conceal them from Draco’s probing eyes.

I should have known. The conviction grew in him as he felt jealousy boil once more, pickling his heart. I have a right to know.

*

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Potter had the nerve to let the door fall shut behind him as if it were an ordinary morning, and to frown at Draco as if he had no idea what he meant. “Tell you what? There are lots of things that I’m forbidden to tell you by the Unbreakable Vow, Draco. I thought you knew that.”

“Not that,” Draco spat, and rose to his feet, his wand clenched tightly in his fist. “You didn’t tell me that you were wounded after the first time. You should have told me—“

“Why?” Potter’s eyes were still bright with amusement. “None of the rest of them caused me to bleed on the floor. And that first one discomfited you so much—“

“It did not discomfit me—“

“You weren’t watching your own expression,” Potter said, now with an infuriating gentleness. “You looked absolutely disgusted, and not a little angry.” He shrugged. “I had them treated before they could interfere with my performance in the field. I assumed you would rather not know.”

“I have a right to know,” Draco said, and stalked a little closer, watching for Potter’s wand.

“No, actually, you don’t.” Potter still looked amused, but he folded his arms and leaned against his desk. “You never volunteered to come with me on these hunts. As long as I stay alive and in shape to benefit you, then it shouldn’t matter to you where I’m going or what happens on those journeys. You’ll notice that I took no cuts to the mouth.”

The jealousy and the anger were feeding on one another, tugging on Draco’s stomach like the urge to vomit. “You think this is only about what shape you’re in when you give me blowjobs, you bastard?”

“Of course,” Potter said, and finally his eyes started to darken and his brows to bend down. “What else would it be about?”

Draco hit him with a Body-Bind, or tried. It seemed that Potter had an instinctive reaction to that particular wand movement. He spun out of the way, ducked behind his desk, and came up holding his wand, to fire a purple line of light at Draco.

Draco probably wouldn’t have been able to dodge that a month ago, but becoming a field Auror had paid off in more ways than the obvious. He folded to the ground, and heard the sound of an impact with the wall behind him, mingled with the smell of burning wood.

He fired from the floor. Potter cursed in startled tones as his right foot suddenly took on a life of its own and tried to hop away from him. While he was casting Finite Incantatem on it, Draco climbed back to his feet and aimed a spell that should feel like someone kicking him in the teeth at Potter’s face.

Potter was still too alert for that, though, and cast a Shield Charm before Draco’s blow could land.

And then they began fighting so fast that Draco couldn’t distinguish one spell from another. He knew he used Shield Charms, and that some of the hexes got through and stung fierce wounds into being along his shoulders and spine. He also knew that he had burned off the hem of Potter’s robes and some of his skin, but he wouldn’t give up. He just gritted his teeth and came in harder, as if that would solve anything. Draco cut Potter’s desk in half down the middle and destroyed his horrible Muggle chair; Potter retorted by flipping his desk over when Draco tried to hide under it and taking off the arms of his comfortable seat.

In the maelstrom of adrenaline and magic, Draco became aware that he was screaming, raw, wordless cries, and that Potter was shouting, louder and louder each time because his words were blocked by Draco’s voice, “Malfoy, what is this about? What on earth did I do? Look, will you calm down—will you just—fuck, that hurt—“

“You cut me out of it!” Draco finally said, when the urge to simply scream had passed and he wanted Potter to know the depth of his folly. He dropped to his heels and flung himself into an arching movement to escape the curse headed for his chest, and then finally managed to fire a Body-Bind that Potter couldn’t escape. The other man fell stiffly to the floor in front of one weirdly glowing half of his desk. Draco stood up and advanced on him, resisting, with some difficulty, the temptation to kick him in the groin. “You didn’t let me help! You never once asked me my opinion! And then you moved away when I tried to touch you!”

Potter stared at him with those dark green eyes from the middle of a motionless face.

“You didn’t give me the chance to make up my own mind about you,” Draco whispered heatedly, crouching down next to him, gripping his chin, and shaking it. “You told me that story about losing your partner and your allies, but you never thought that I’d sympathize, did you? Oh, no, everyone knows that Slytherins don’t do sympathy! You just assumed what I’d do and did the opposite. You said you didn’t want to tax me, but I know the truth. You thought you wouldn’t get anything out of me, so why bother even asking it?

“Well, let me tell you something, Potter. I’ve changed more in the last five years than you could ever imagine. I learned more during the war than you could ever imagine. Going after you in the Room of Hidden Things was the last genuinely stupid thing I ever did. And I’m not stupid enough to let someone like you hold me at a distance when I have the chance to get closer to you. Do you fucking understand now?”

He paused, his chest heaving, and then remembered that Potter’s jaw was bound and he couldn’t answer. He fumbled for his wand and cast a localized Finite Incantatem, just enough so that Potter could answer back.

“No, I don’t fucking understand,” Potter whispered. “I wasn’t taking your choices away, for God’s sake. I was keeping you safe. And I was offering you what you said you wanted. What’s the problem now, Malfoy? Did you change your mind about the price? I’ll give you something else, if—“

“Fuck yes,” said Draco, his voice rough, and not just with the screaming. “Let me show you what I want.”

And he cast again to release the Body-Bind, then surged forwards and seized Potter’s lips in a kiss.

Or maybe it wasn’t a kiss. Call it a passion-filled snog, Draco thought, through the haze filling his head. That would do quite well. His tongue was ramming into Potter’s, and his teeth were clicking against Potter’s, and his body reported all sorts of wonderful and disturbing sensations from elsewhere as he forced his face further and further into Potter’s, breathing noisily, chewing, licking, trying to climb into him.

Then Potter’s tongue answered back.

Draco opened his mouth wider and bit down on Potter’s lower lip. That won him a startled exclamation, followed a moment later by a moan. Draco smirked, smug as a centaur at the revelation that Potter liked a bit of pain with his pleasure. He had known it, based on the way he sometimes gagged around Draco’s cock but insisted on sticking it down his throat anyway.

Potter spread his legs then, and started answering with the rest of his body as well as with his mouth. Draco snarled in welcome and let himself be rolled over. If Potter had some need to dominate, let him dominate, as long as it meant that they were both finally engaging in this, and that the bastard wouldn’t hide his arousal any longer.

So long as he gave Draco the choice, instead of assuming, like a Gryffindor git, that he already knew everything about Draco.

Potter’s knees were locked on either side of his legs. Draco’s legs were locked around Potter’s hips. It didn’t make for the best angle for rutting together at first, but they found a rhythm that suited them both, and they didn’t need to find their passion. It rose and crashed over them like a drowning wave, and Potter practically howled with eagerness. Draco wondered for a moment whether that bite might have been from a werewolf after all.

And then he lost himself to the wonderfully painful pressure against his cock from an inviting hardness—finally finally—and the tight pinch of his trousers around it and the unsteady, frantic motions of Potter’s hips and the mouth that was still trying to devour his, even as it meant that Potter had to bend his neck down at an awkward angle.

And those eyes, dark with lust at last, and drowning drowning drowning Draco in deepest green.

When he came, it was an affair of arched back and stretched spine and legs bent to the snapping point. A muffled wail bubbled in the back of his throat. He felt Potter’s shoulders, Potter’s shoulders, tensing with his own climax and trembling with his own furious grunts, and his satisfaction tore through him so hard that it left him trembling like a swimmer who’d tried to outrace a flood in the aftermath.

Potter’s face twisted in orgasm, and his eyes widened. Then he threw back his head, and a sound like the deeper cousin of that laugh Draco loved ripped his throat apart. And Draco found himself stroking Potter’s flanks, his torso, everywhere he could reach, hoarsely whispering encouragement.

The agony of wanting was worth it, he thought when Potter had collapsed across him in a limp, sweaty mess, given what he got as a prize. And then Potter turned his head and laid his cheek across Draco’s in a simple, wordless gesture that made have to close his eyes. Well, that was all right. Everyone had to close their eyes sometimes.

“Wow,” Potter said at last, like the uneducated, completely uneloquent halfblood he was.

“Yes,” Draco said. He dredged up determination, remembering that Potter might change his mind now that the heat of the moment was past. “And I meant what I said. I have a new price. You can stop paying me Galleons; I don’t need them, since I’ll be sharing your bank vault. But we share, from now on, partnership and power and sex.”

“You’re sure you won’t change your mind?” Potter braced himself with an arm on Draco’s chest and pulled back to stare into his face. “This isn’t your fight. Or,” he amended, probably warned by the flash in Draco’s eyes, “it doesn’t have to be, anyway. There’s no reason for you to take on danger—“

“Except that you are doing so,” Draco said, “and I know what you’re worth. I’ll have you know, Potter, that that’s one thing no Malfoy has ever neglected to do.”

“What’s that?” Potter blinked. Draco wondered idly how clear his face was to Potter right now. Potter’s glasses were hanging askew off one ear. Draco’s had flown across the room somewhere. The charm to keep them on one’s face was meant for running and dodging, not for a session of passionate sex.

“Protect their investments,” said Draco.

When Potter smiled and bent down for another kiss, Draco knew he was understood.

*

“He’s talking about aiming for Head Auror, now.” Granger stood in the door of Draco’s office, staring at him. Her hands were on her hips. Draco thought of mentioning how unattractive it made her look, but then decided not to. Why should it be his duty to improve her appearance? “You know that he won’t do well in that position.”

Draco stretched his legs out on his desk—unlike the one Harry had ruined, this was not an antique from the Manor, so he might as well rest his feet on it—put his hands behind his head, and grinned at Granger. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said cheerfully. “With that newfound obsession with office politics you’ve described more than once, there’s no reason he shouldn’t do well. And now that he’s mostly cleaned out the Auror Department by having Ernest Thicknesse arrested, he very sensibly wants to make sure that no more corruption creeps back in, or he’d have to do it all over again.”

Granger shook her head and twined a curl around her finger. “But he never used to be like this,” she muttered. “I think you’ve been a bad influence on him.”

Draco dropped the grin and his feet. He leaned forwards and rested his elbows on the desk. “Granger,” he said clearly. She shot him a started glance. “Hearing people die three feet from him, people he was helpless to save, changed him. So did having someone he trusted absolutely betray him. Whether or not you want to admit that, it’s still true. I’d think that you’d want to learn what the new Harry’s like and befriend him, instead of constantly bemoaning that he’ll never be the same again.”

“Why do you care?” she challenged him.

“Because not being friends with you hurts Harry,” Draco said. “And I don’t like it when he hurts. Stop it.”

“Protecting your ticket to fame and fortune, Malfoy?” Granger’s eyes were narrowed with dislike.

“I knew you wouldn’t understand,” Draco said with resigned distaste.

“Damn right she doesn’t,” said a voice from behind Granger, and Harry stepped past her and into the office. He circled around to stand next to Draco at once. Draco rose to his feet. The desk was between them, but a quick slide took care of that, and then he could set his shoulder against Harry’s and curl his arm around his. Harry gave him a quick smile, but his eyes were hard and dark with anger when he turned back to the woman who had been his best friend.

“I’ve just become more aware, Hermione,” he said quietly but intensely. “I’m not a cynic. I know what my name’s worth now, that’s all, and that I can’t fight every evil with a wand. I’m doing more good in the Ministry than I’d manage otherwise in twenty years. Is that really worth arguing over?”

“We just want you back, Harry,” Granger whispered. Her eyes glistened.

Harry shrugged. “You can have me, but on my terms. And those terms require acknowledging, first, that you believe me about the werewolves—and with Thicknesse’s little confession yesterday, I have no idea why you still doubt me—and then apologizing. When that happens, maybe we can have dinner together.”

“Not at the Manor,” Draco interjected. “I have some standards.”

“Of course,” Harry agreed, kissing his hair.

“How can you stand him, Harry?” Granger asked, her voice rising. “He’s horrible.”

Draco turned his head to the side, presenting his profile, the better to show off his narrowed eyes and expression of utter scorn. “I’m someone who knows exactly what Harry’s worth, Granger, and how to value him,” he said. “A lesson you lost along the way, when you started demanding that he conform to your terms and ignore his own changes just because you didn’t share that experience with him.”

“He keeps talking about worth,” Granger said, past him, to Harry. “Can’t you see that he just wants to use you?”

“There are so many different kinds of worth, Hermione,” Harry said, in a dismissive tone.

Granger stalked out. Harry stood gazing after her sadly for a moment. Draco rolled his eyes. I have to do something, or he’ll brood the rest of the morning, and that’s something I would be quite happy never to share again.

“There are many different kinds of worth, you’re right,” he said. “For now, I think I need to appraise your mouth again, since it’s been a whole two hours and it may have lost some of its savor in the meantime.”

And Harry let go with that resonant laugh that Draco loved, and his eyes shifted from one kind of darkness to another. Draco had learned to appreciate those, too.

Draco dragged him into a kiss, smug again.

No Malfoy ever made a better bargain.

[identity profile] meepkitty.livejournal.com 2007-10-26 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Hurrah! How wonderful! I absolutely loved it! :)

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

[identity profile] neji-chan.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Nice ^^ That was... an interesting Harry. I don't like him much like this, but he was interesting. One the other hand, I loved Draco. He's grown up but still retained some of his Malfoyness: “Not at the Manor,” Draco interjected. “I have some standards.” XDD

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks!

I agree that this Harry is very much different from the one I usually write, but I think he's the only one who would really have fit the story.

I like to think this is the way Draco could become if he learned to control his brattiness (though God knows if that could ever happen).

(no subject)

[identity profile] neji-chan.livejournal.com - 2007-10-28 15:46 (UTC) - Expand

[identity profile] firedraygon97.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Hahaha, I like how you managed to incorporate all the points that were requested! The fight at the end is so amusing, with Harry all, "Draco, what the -- stop!!" and then Draco coming out on top. I really like Harry's new attitude, too. But wow, Hermione irritates me in this. I was half expecting her and Ron to be in on the conspiracy somehow.

Lovely work with this. Looking forward to more from you!

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks! I was surprised, myself. When I thought it would only be a 4000-word fic or so, I knew there was no way I could use them all.

I just couldn't make myself believe that Hermione and Ron would be in on a conspiracy to hurt their best friend so much. But I can see them believing that, since they've been privy to all the major changes in Harry's life, his making this major a change without their presence is just weird.

[identity profile] suonguyen.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
I liked this, lol especially the whole fight at the end and how Draco totally got the upperhand near the end. Hermione is irritating, but then again after the last book I have always found her irritating. I love how you write Draco so well, his always this quick witted intelligent character, Harry thought I've noticed seems to change but I like this one. His world-weary.... and set out to make changes to things he doesnt like...

Awesome fic :D

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

After Draco made his quite forceful arguments, Harry got the point. :)

Interesting. Do you find Hermione irritating in canon, too, or just fanfic?

I think I might write more variable Harrys because I feel like I understand him as a character better. It took me a long time to get a handle on Draco.

(no subject)

[identity profile] suonguyen.livejournal.com - 2007-10-28 21:53 (UTC) - Expand

[identity profile] romaine24.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
That was so enjoyable to read. I love Harry in all of your stories, and especially in this one. I like a smart, funny, and somewhat dangerous Harry and you do it so well. It was great to see Draco still being a Slytherin, a not so evil one, but cunning and sly.

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

I wondered how this Harry would come across to people. I'm glad that you like him.

I can't see Draco openly acting evil after DH (at least not if he tries to make a life for himself in normal wizarding society). He should have learned that it doesn't pay.

[identity profile] noratrill.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you - I enjoyed this as it is, yet found myself wishing it was longer. More details and backstory, because I'm greedy when it comes to your stories! Love your Harry, and even more your calculating passionate Draco. Thanks.

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you for commenting!

At some point, I may write the prequel to this, the story of how Harry faced the werewolf pack.

I think this is my favorite Draco of the one-shots.

[identity profile] mokusei.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Amaaaaazing!! Interesting changed!Harry...I like the character a lot, but I'm not sure yet what I think of it being Harry, per se. Interestingly, the recurring "but-we-just-want-you-back!stubborn-whine-whine-anger-anger" theme is a bit grating in this one for some reason; I'm not sure why? I suppose it might be bc deep down I'm willing Hermione (or Ginny or whoever the distressed character is in other versions) to just finally understand or shut up and go away. Haha! Only Harry for Draco and Draco for Harry and there isn't another option. Thanks for the excellent read -- if this was spammage, we only ask for more! :D

PS. This sentence from Part 1/3: "If was one of Potter’s little friends, it might have been sickness." -- not sure if it's missing a word after "If"?

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks!

Well, I wanted to write a somewhat different Harry. I knew he probably wouldn't convince everyone.

Sorry if it was grating to read about! I did intend it to be grating for the characters. Hermione and Ron want to understand Harry's change, but they don't really believe it can be that major, since they've shared all the majorly stressful and formative experiences of Harry's life.

Yeah, that's missing a word. Thanks for the notice. *corrects*

[identity profile] raphsody606.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Gah! This would be so much fun to enlarge to a novel length. Just a thought. :)

Wonderful job as always.

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Heh, well, I may at least write the gen backstory of Harry facing the werewolf pack.

And thank you!

[identity profile] svgurl.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
I absolutely adore this story. It is so awesome . . . I loved it from start to finish. And I adore your Harry and Draco. Hermione, on the other hand, is a self righteous bitch and I think Draco has her pegged.

Harry is finally stopping trying to conform to what everyone else wants and doing what he thinks is right. That is the Harry that I think of from the books and that is the signs of a true hero.

Draco is everything Harry needs because they balance each other out. he understands Harry better than any other character in your fic and I love that.

Excellent plot and you carried it throughout the story so well. The ending was perfect. I really adored it.

Thanks for sharing!

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

I honestly didn't mean Hermione to come across as bitchy as she did. But sometimes the story knows what it's doing better than I do.

I think Harry changed in DH and stopped worrying as much about what everyone else thought. Certainly the Harry of the six books before that would never have used Unforgivables. Or maybe he just admitted to himself that he'd been breaking rules left and right for a long time and he wasn't as righteous as all that.

[identity profile] javvie.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
That was hot. ♥ the story, its characters; & its plot.
Thank you. =)

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you very much!

[identity profile] valkyrie17.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
That was different...and very enjoyable. Loved Harry's bargaining counters, epecially the comment about giving magnificent head :)

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks!

I've seen a lot of fics where Draco offers sex. I wanted to see if I could write Harry doing it believably. Glad if it worked for you. :)

[identity profile] animeartistjo.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
Oh I love this Harry! Horrible how it came to be, but I enjoy reading independent!Harry. Plus points for understanding! and cool!Draco.

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you very much!

I enjoyed the hell out of writing this Draco. How he can use money terms to describe their relationship- very cold and callous from the outside- and yet have Harry understand perfectly was one of the best aspects.

Me likey

[identity profile] missalibowen.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
Oooooh I like this Harry. And this Draco. Ok I just really like all of it. The story was very good, interesting to read.

Re: Me likey

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! This story turned out a lot more enjoyable to write than I thought it would be (when I was trying to restrict it to 4000 words and it was impossible to write).

[identity profile] chris16dh.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
beautiful!!! loved the end and the quote (Oscar Wilde is a GOD!). i enjoyed this so very mach! (LOVE THIS DRACO!!!)

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

This is my favorite one-shot Draco, I think.

[identity profile] ticklemecheeky.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, Draco, you are clever. This was really lovely. :)

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

[identity profile] vwalk.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Excellent story. I love this Harry. I think he's the perfect match for this Draco. And the kicking ass and taking names aspect to him is brilliant. Great fight scene. I've frequently found Hermione to be irritating and you did an excellent job of making her so in this fic. I'm so glad that Harry has stopped trying to please and appease her and is doing what he knows to be right. Kudos to you.

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! A few people did seem to dislike Harry, but I was interested in what their dynamic would be like if I made him this way (and in how well I could incorporate the backstory I invented).

That's the first time I've really written descriptive fight-sex. Glad you liked it.

Hermione would probably have been all right if she'd shared the experience with Harry. But because she didn't, admitting that he really has changed would be like admitting that she hadn't shared an important part of his life, and she can't stand that.

[identity profile] irrevokable.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. myGOD.

I can't even put into words how much I loved this! I am so overwhelmed, I don't even know what to say xD

ohmygod, the glasses and dark!harry! I know I didn't put it on my comment earlier but I love dark!harry. lmao and I loved how instead of asking why draco was obviously spying on harry through the door that the first thing he asks is about draco's glasses. oh, that killed me ♥

but aw, seriously, thank you so much. this is more than I could possibly ask for ♥ ♥ ♥

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I'm so glad! I thought I'd only be able to incorporate a few aspects of your request, but I was overjoyed when I managed to fit them all in. :)

Great! I love when I hit on something someone loves by accident. :)

Harry was pretty sure he knew why Draco was spying, but he was curious about the glasses. :)

You're welcome! *hugs* Hope you're doing a bit better now.

[identity profile] audlee.livejournal.com 2007-10-27 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Fantastic!

I love the characterization of Harry in this fic. It's an entirely new kind of angst, anti-establishment, dark and pretty! All of the characters took on new personalities, but you made them perfectly believable by establishing them with cannon (Ron and Hermione's reactions, book 6, Harry's use of Unforgiveables after the ministry battle and with the Carrows). I love that about your writing-- you create something new without ever disregarding who the characters are. It's excellent to rediscover their personalities whenever you update with a new one-shot.

This was wonderful to read. Thank you!

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

This is the closest I've ever come to dark!Harry (though he has his moments in some of my novels). I'm glad you thought it fit.

[identity profile] snottygrrl.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
you amaze me to no end in the amount of story you can pull out of your head so quickly.

another intriguing and well written story. i really appreciate this little corner of lj where i know i'll always find good h/d. [*nods*] thanks for that.

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! In this case, I did have the problem because I wanted to write a shorter one-shot, but it didn't cooperate.

[identity profile] brookmctirre.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
That was brillient. Great job as always!

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-29 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

[identity profile] star-faerie.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
An interesting story.

I must confess that I liked the darkness in this Harry; the no-nonsense attitude he had all the way through. I think it was a justified reaction to what happened to him. Hermione was interesting too. She was so blinkered, and yet I can see how she can have become like that. How she cannot accept the changes that occured in Harry, how she feels threatened by them. Draco was his usual snarky self :)

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-29 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks!

This was just the final straw for Harry, I think. So many things have happened to him in the past, and now this.

Hermione I can't see changing that much. If nothing else, in the canon epilogue Ron still has the same attitudes about Malfoys, and Hermione doesn't seem to care much.

[identity profile] dm999.livejournal.com 2007-10-28 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
love it!!!!

thanks!

[identity profile] lomonaaeren.livejournal.com 2007-10-29 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks for commenting!

[identity profile] dysonrules.livejournal.com 2007-10-29 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Squeeee! That was fab. Loveage!

[identity profile] damedbx.livejournal.com 2007-10-29 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
OMG OMG OMG! brillant!!
I just love how you put DRACO in glasses. What type of glasses would he be wearing?? did you have anything in particular that you had in mind??

BRILLANT!!!

BLOODY FANTASTIC!!

I cannot wait to read this again! :D

Page 1 of 2