drabble: rescue me, pg
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sexyscholarMy entry for round five of the dra(w)bble duel over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ficadron. I'm really proud of this one, despite the fact that there's only a vague implication of possible sexytiems in it. :p
Title: Rescue Me
Team: Team Draco FTW
Prompt: A First Time for Everything
Rating: PG
Word Count: 484 (According to Google Documents)
Warnings: Angst, character death (not Ron or Draco)
Despite the sharp pain from the blow to his stomach, Draco crawls to his feet and runs outside. He knows it's too late but he doesn't stop...until he hears the scream -- a shrill cry of hopelessness and despair. It carries a finality that weighs heavily on his heart.
He finds Astoria lying in his mother's beloved garden, her ankle twisted in a direction not possible in mortal motion. There is mud staining her lavender dress and darkening her blonde hair. Draco moves closer, the acrid scent of blood hot in his nasal cavity, and his stomach lurches nastily.
A breeze licks softly against his hair and he falls to his knees in the spongy earth. There is blood drying on her delicate hand, and on the diamond wedding ring still around her finger. Her blue eyes are wet - fixed on nothing. He leans forward and brushes his bruised knuckles over her cheek -- her skin is still warm and blood that has welled on her cheek spills down in a thin line over her mouth.
The man presses his fingertips to his wife's eyes and closes the lids gently, as if he was afraid of hurting her. The strap of her thin dress had slipped down and he moves it back onto her bruised skin.
~*~*~
When the authorities arrive, there is much ado: the scribbling of measurements and angles and theories. No one calls her by name -- she is simply the body, and Draco is screaming inside of his head.
Two Aurors cover her and cast a Levitation charm on her body. There is a coagulated mess of blood on the grass, and it makes a sickly, squelching sound as she is lifted away. More Aurors circle around him, trying to pluck information from him like vultures from a carcass. Draco wants to run, but a large, freckled hand suddenly on his shoulder stops him.
"I'll take it from here," a voice says, authoritative and solemn.
Draco tries to shrug the hand away, but it won't budge. He tilts his head to find Ron Weasley looking down at him. The sympathy is plain in his eyes, and it's almost too much.
"We'll get them," he assures.
Draco opens his mouth to speak, but words will not come. Instead, his body retches, choking on the sobs that have wanted to break free for what feels like hours. He falls against Ron's chest, giving in to bitter tears that soak into his robes.
It's the first time Draco's ever wept in the open, and it occurs to him that he should be mortified that Weasley is the one to see him, to comfort him. He inhales the scent of Ron's clothes, and it reminds him of intimacies that aren't appropriate now, but his body responds all the same.
Draco looks up at him, his vision blurry with pressure and tears. "Get me out of here," he pleads.
ficadron. I'm really proud of this one, despite the fact that there's only a vague implication of possible sexytiems in it. :pTitle: Rescue Me
Team: Team Draco FTW
Prompt: A First Time for Everything
Rating: PG
Word Count: 484 (According to Google Documents)
Warnings: Angst, character death (not Ron or Draco)
Despite the sharp pain from the blow to his stomach, Draco crawls to his feet and runs outside. He knows it's too late but he doesn't stop...until he hears the scream -- a shrill cry of hopelessness and despair. It carries a finality that weighs heavily on his heart.
He finds Astoria lying in his mother's beloved garden, her ankle twisted in a direction not possible in mortal motion. There is mud staining her lavender dress and darkening her blonde hair. Draco moves closer, the acrid scent of blood hot in his nasal cavity, and his stomach lurches nastily.
A breeze licks softly against his hair and he falls to his knees in the spongy earth. There is blood drying on her delicate hand, and on the diamond wedding ring still around her finger. Her blue eyes are wet - fixed on nothing. He leans forward and brushes his bruised knuckles over her cheek -- her skin is still warm and blood that has welled on her cheek spills down in a thin line over her mouth.
The man presses his fingertips to his wife's eyes and closes the lids gently, as if he was afraid of hurting her. The strap of her thin dress had slipped down and he moves it back onto her bruised skin.
~*~*~
When the authorities arrive, there is much ado: the scribbling of measurements and angles and theories. No one calls her by name -- she is simply the body, and Draco is screaming inside of his head.
Two Aurors cover her and cast a Levitation charm on her body. There is a coagulated mess of blood on the grass, and it makes a sickly, squelching sound as she is lifted away. More Aurors circle around him, trying to pluck information from him like vultures from a carcass. Draco wants to run, but a large, freckled hand suddenly on his shoulder stops him.
"I'll take it from here," a voice says, authoritative and solemn.
Draco tries to shrug the hand away, but it won't budge. He tilts his head to find Ron Weasley looking down at him. The sympathy is plain in his eyes, and it's almost too much.
"We'll get them," he assures.
Draco opens his mouth to speak, but words will not come. Instead, his body retches, choking on the sobs that have wanted to break free for what feels like hours. He falls against Ron's chest, giving in to bitter tears that soak into his robes.
It's the first time Draco's ever wept in the open, and it occurs to him that he should be mortified that Weasley is the one to see him, to comfort him. He inhales the scent of Ron's clothes, and it reminds him of intimacies that aren't appropriate now, but his body responds all the same.
Draco looks up at him, his vision blurry with pressure and tears. "Get me out of here," he pleads.
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Date: 2009-10-13 04:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-13 04:35 pm (UTC)oh...
Date: 2009-10-13 05:24 pm (UTC)Re: oh...
Date: 2009-10-13 07:46 pm (UTC)I certainly didn't want to make you cry, though. D8 :pets your Kurt icon:
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Date: 2009-10-14 07:52 am (UTC)You're amazing.
xoxo