[Fic] "Seeds" -- Harry Potter

[edenfalling]

For this week, I give you my first-ever attempt at Harry/Draco. Well, sort of H/D. Very, very pre-slash, pre-friendship, "we're still trying to kill each other" H/D. But still, there is hope! And not only is there hope, there is also symbolism! (Which was completely inadvertent, swear to god. Occasionally my subconscious is kind to me.)

ETA: nekare remixed this story for Remix Redux IV: Lesson Number Two (The Open My Eyes Remix)

[ETA2: The slightly revised final version is now up on AO3! It's also on ff.net, if you prefer that site.]

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Seeds
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"Petrificus Totalus."

The incantation was soft, the voice level and flat. Draco, caught halfway through spinning to face his opponent, fell awkwardly on his side. Booted feet moved into his reduced field of vision.

The man nudged Draco's shoulder with his foot, rolling him onto his back, and squatted down on the forest floor. Green eyes stared calmly at him, masked behind those infernal glasses. Potter. He should have known.

"Hello, Malfoy," said Potter, plucking Draco's wand from his frozen hand.

Draco forced a small hiss from his paralyzed lungs.

Potter's mouth twitched. "Yes, I'm sure you'd love to have me in your position," he said. "But you don't. Now listen carefully, because this is a one-time offer.

"I hate you, and I'm sure you hate me too. But as far as I know, you haven't killed anyone for Voldemort yet, and I don't feel right killing someone I know, just for being a rotten bastard and a daddy's boy.

"So. You have three options. One, I leave you here with a marking spell and the Aurors take you into custody. You know what they do to Death Eaters. Two, I let you go, you try to stab me in the back, and I kill you. Three, I let you go and you surrender."

Potter rocked back on his heels. "What do you say, Malfoy? Blink once for option one, twice for option two or three. The spell's weak enough you ought to be able to move that much."

Draco fumed. He was not a daddy's boy! Just because his father had served the Dark Lord didn't mean that Draco hadn't made his own choices. And he would be damned before he'd ever give Potter any satisfaction.

But he didn't want to die. And his death here wouldn't do the cause any good. His capture would be even worse. What options did he have? Potter had his wand, and he'd always been a better duelist anyhow, damn him.

Draco blinked. Twice. And when Potter loosed the spell, he took the offered hand and let the other wizard raise him to his feet, tucking away his returned wand.

"You realize I'm going to escape," he said.

"Yes," said Potter. His mouth twitched again. "I suppose I'd feel a bit lost without knowing you were out there, hating me." He held out an acorn. "Portkey. Go."

Draco stared hard at Potter, searching for deception in the green eyes. "You're still a bastard," he said, and reached forward.

As their hands clasped, the acorn whirled him away.

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Inspired by the November 23 15minuteficlets word #30: surrender

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And there you have it. My first published... well, not exactly slash, but it definitely leans in that direction.

Am all excited about going home for Thanksgiving. Not only do I get to see my parents, sister, and dog, but my step-grandmother will be visiting! I didn't get to see her this summer -- I was taking summer courses while everyone else went to the lake -- so this is a real bonus. *bounces in anticipation*

Comments

[bluedurian.livejournal.com]

I think it's excellent.

Really.

[edenfalling]

Thank you!

[bluedurian.livejournal.com]

Do you have any more?

They make good reading.

[edenfalling]

No other H/D, but I have some stories up on FictionAlley. There's a link to them on my userinfo page. There are also a couple ficlets in my livejournal.

[isiscolo.livejournal.com]

Very nice.