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One bunny, up for adoption
Heh. And I said I’d never write slash! ;)
This arose from musings on H/D clichés, inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kennahijja. Feedback would be welcome.
I tend to only read H/D stories that come highly recommended, and I’ve not seen this plot bunny explored – can anyone can point me to any stories that do? (Preferably not NC-17 – I never did find anatomy particularly interesting.) Failing that, if anyone out there wants to to take it on properly, I’d love to see the result.
Baptismal vows
Ice-grey eyes thawed. Green eyes glistened.
And Potter’s hair was ‘tousled’, not messy! Malfoy’s features were ‘chiselled’, not ‘pointed’, and his fierce mouth was not arrogant – but determined.
Disbelief gave way to wonder and wonder blossomed into joy.
“You’ll really give it all up?”
“I will.”
“Your inheritance? Your bloodline?”
“I will.”
“Your friends will never speak to you again… you’re really sure about this?”
“I am. You’re more important than any of them. Than anything.”
Their lips met, their limbs entwined, their souls soared.
The next day they stood before the Dark Lord’s altar, and Harry accepted His Mark.
This arose from musings on H/D clichés, inspired by
kennahijja. Feedback would be welcome.I tend to only read H/D stories that come highly recommended, and I’ve not seen this plot bunny explored – can anyone can point me to any stories that do? (Preferably not NC-17 – I never did find anatomy particularly interesting.) Failing that, if anyone out there wants to to take it on properly, I’d love to see the result.
Ice-grey eyes thawed. Green eyes glistened.
And Potter’s hair was ‘tousled’, not messy! Malfoy’s features were ‘chiselled’, not ‘pointed’, and his fierce mouth was not arrogant – but determined.
Disbelief gave way to wonder and wonder blossomed into joy.
“You’ll really give it all up?”
“I will.”
“Your inheritance? Your bloodline?”
“I will.”
“Your friends will never speak to you again… you’re really sure about this?”
“I am. You’re more important than any of them. Than anything.”
Their lips met, their limbs entwined, their souls soared.
The next day they stood before the Dark Lord’s altar, and Harry accepted His Mark.