Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
Shadows of Love 1Shadows of Love 1 in Short Stories More Like This
The ones we love can hurt us the most
Lily was sitting in the common room on a couch in front of the fireplace. She was reading Hogwarts, A History for her next History of Magic lesson. She tried to concentrate on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, but it wasn't that easy, as a loud applause and screaming started in the common room. Lily turned her head.
James Potter came down the stairs. There was a white little lily between his teeth. Lily rolled her eyes and returned to her book. After a few minutes, James stopped next to the couch. He stared at the girl without saying a word. Lily sighed angrily and glanced at him impatiently.
Lily's look changed from upset to shocked while James unbuttoned his shirt. He unfolded it, sticking his chest out. There was a writing on his skin with red ink under his tie, which read: 'WANNA DATE?'
James smiled with the flower in his mouth and looked questioningly at Lily.
"No." she said concisely.
Lily stood up with her book in her hand. She he
Shadows of Love 3The wind of deathShadows of Love 3 in Romance More Like This
Black dots were dancing before Lily's eyes while Remus grabbed her right arm and pulled her about between the rows. They weren't the only ones to run around like crazy; everyone panicked and shouted James's name. Lily and Remus arrived to the bottom of the pitch but only some confused Ravenclaw students were there. Apparently, they didn't notice the accident and landed after James was taken away from the grass. One of them was as white as a corpse and tears were streaming down his face. Lily watched the beefy boy who seemed to be a Beater -- judging from the bat in his shaking left hand. She was so befuddled she lost the ability to keep in mind what to do in this critical situation.
Remus continued on his way with Lily's hand in his grip.
"He's not dead. He's got bumped in the head with a Bludger. They took him to the Hospital Wing.", he said while rushing towards the castle.
If Lily had kept her wits, she would have been relieved. But on this level of shock sh
Shadows of Love 12Save your hideShadows of Love 12 in Drama More Like This
The woman turned to them so quickly that only a blurry shadow could be seen. The man wasn't so fast, but he also looked at the four teenagers.
"Sirius!", Mrs. Black shouted, pointing at them with her wand so that she could examine them.
"James", whispered the woman on the floor.
Lily almost forgot about him, though his shoulder touched hers and he was constantly trembling -- either with anger or cold.
"Release them!", James shouted and lunged abruptly to the Blacks.
Two wands were raised at the same time. One of them was Mrs. Black's and red light jumped out of it. The other wand was Lily's who cried frightened: "PROTEGO!"
The shield spanned in front of James and the Full Body-Bind Curse glanced off of it.
"DON'T YOU DARE HURTING MY SON!", Mrs. Potter screamed and with one single kick, she floored Mrs. Black.
In that moment, all hell broke loose. Mr. Black slapped Mrs. Potter in the face with his bare hand. The thwack was terrifying.
The sound that came fro
Shadows of Love 29If you’re in love, then you are the lucky oneShadows of Love 29 in Drama More Like This
Lily froze. Her thoughts fell out of her head, she couldn’t think of anything but one word:
“You need to marry me”, James repeated, on a bit less commanding tone.
Lily still didn’t know what to say, so she said the first thing that came to her mind:
“No?”, James asked. He looked frightened.
“I mean…”, Lily started out with a deep sigh. “Why do you want me to marry you in the middle of the night?”
“Because… I was thinking.”
“Horrible thing, really, especially if it leads to asking people to marry you”, Lily replied automatically. She didn’t mean to be so rude, but sometimes she couldn’t help it.
James went to the couch with big footsteps. Lily followed him. James sat down and pulled Lily’s arm closer to him, so she also had to sit down.
“I was thinking about this whole th
Shadows of Love 23The dream foregoneShadows of Love 23 in Romance More Like This
Is it worth a tear, is it worth an hour,
To think of things that are well outworn?
Of fruitless husk and fugitive flower,
The dream foregone and the deed forborne?
(Algernon Charles Swinburne: The Triumph of Time)
Lily was tossing and turning in the bed, still trying not to think about the secret. She turned her thoughts to another direction.
That was one thing she was currently at the Potters. And that was another thing, that she could hear the snoring from the room next to hers. Maybe it was Sirius or James.
Speaking of, what if she snores? Mary had never complained about it, but Petunia teased her several times with things like that. Almost none of these were true, but Lily couldn’t be sure Petunia always lied to her. She didn’t feel like listening to Sirius’s mocking comments about her loud sleep patterns, so she tried no to sleep at all.
Interestingly, when she waited for it, the dream didn’t came, but right at the time she
Shadows of Love 20Forgive me my trespassesShadows of Love 20 in General Fiction More Like This
James Potter was an arrogant, boastful, stupid, hateful, disgusting cockroach.
At least, that’s what Lily wanted to think of him. But the more she was thinking about the awful happenings in the painfully near past, the more she thought the biggest victim of the whole thing was James. But looking at the matter as an outsider, he obviously wasn’t. No, it was Isabella and Lily tried to apologise her face to face, but the girl didn’t appear at meals and classes either after James broke up with her.
James was still upset because of what happened, but he didn’t avoid his friends anymore. Though he wouldn’t even have had to -- Sirius, Remus and Peter didn’t ask him why he was so gloomy, thus Lily assumed he told them about everything. At the table only James and Lily were quiet, the others were chattering in a carefree manner. No matter how he tried to hide his feelings, Lily could catch a few worried glimpses from Rem
Shadows of Love 16All the world’s a stageShadows of Love 16 in Drama More Like This
When Isabella opened the door on them, she wasn’t the only one to see Lily and James in the intimate pose they sat on the bed. It’s true her hand was to press the handle down, but Slughorn and all the rest of the present guests were standing behind her. The stunned silence was broken by the tipsy professor:
“Well, well! I forgot to close the door of my bedroom! How silly I am!”
The petrified people seemed to move again all at once. Lily stood up holding up to James’s arm. She tried to avoid Isabella’s look.
“Who did not taste my crystallized pineapples yet?”, Slughorn bellowed. “They are the finest quality in Europe!”
The crowd understood the poorly disguised call. They dissolved in a minute, buzzing; only Isabella continued standing there frozen.
“Isabella…”, James started, but the Ravenclaw girl raised her free hand and silenced him.
Lily, still blinking at the floor, a
Shadows of Love 15Slug scandalShadows of Love 15 in Romance More Like This
On Saturday, at seven o’clock, Lily was ready to go to her Potions professor’s party. She wore the forest green, satin, frilly, short sleeved dress robes her mother bought for her during the summer holidays with a pair of green moccasin shoes. She pinned up half of her hair. She didn’t want to make a huge fuss about her clothes and look, but she didn’t want to look like she didn’t even care about them either.
Only at the middle of the way to Slughorn’s office did Lily notice the air was a bit chilly in her pretty robes. She didn’t want to be late so much so she continued on her way.
A lot of people were bustling in Slughorn’s office. Just as Lily assumed, there were a lot of couples. She squared her shoulders and raised her head proudly. Some people greeted her and she greeted back, but then Slughorn caught her:
“Miss Evans!”, he shouted. His nose was already a bit red from the amount of mead he had drunk s
To have and to hold, part 4“What’s wrong, Lily?”, James asked while they started off to the tent. “You’re so tense. Have you changed your mind?”To have and to hold, part 4 in Romance More Like This
Lily halted and looked at her husband with disbelief. James stopped too.
“This question wasn’t serious, right?”, asked Lily quietly. “James, I… Of course I haven’t changed my mind! One or two hours ago I was uncertain, naturally, and I wanted to find you to talk about if we really want this whole thing, but… Everyone’s uncertain a bit before their wedding. So no -- I have no intention of divorcing you or leaving you or whatever. Do you understand?
“Sweetheart.” James stepped to her and snuggled her. If Lily wouldn’t have had to cry before that, she might have been able to hold her tears back, but she started to cry as soon as James hugged her. She wouldn’t have even cared if her make-up smudged or if it left a stain on James’s dress robes. She had to wash
Shadows of Love 28Mixed feelingsShadows of Love 28 in Drama More Like This
The day when James came back was horrible.
Lily’s feelings were totally ambivalent: she was happy that James recovered but at the same time, she was mourning Isabella’s death and she had a huge remorse for what she had done in the near past. She knew Isabella’s death wasn’t her fault, but it still felt bad. She shouldn’t have had that quarrel with her and then she could have just felt the natural sadness. But it was different now.
Her stomach was as little as a pebble when she was waiting for James’s appearance in the Common Room. Sirius, Remus and Peter were sitting around her, all of them were rapt. It was nine o’clock, there were some students in the Common Room, hovering about. They were talking silently, as if they could have woken up the sleeping Isabella with their voices.
The portrait of the Fat Lady opened up ten minutes later. James stepped in and Lily stood up immediately. She wanted to hug him, but it didn
Acceptance Dear Dad,Acceptance in Romance More Like This
I'm writing because I've got something to confess. Well, it's not so much a confession as a statement, because it's not something I regret. Even if it's something you do.
I've finally got a girlfriend; she's great and I care about her a lot. She's smart and she's nice and she's beautiful. And I don't care if you don't approve, because I love her.
It's Rose Weasley.
I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Dad. I'm done with trying to live my life by your rules, but I'm sorry if this upsets you.
I didn't really want to go into Slytherin, you know. The Hat was considering Ravenclaw, but chose Slytherin. I didn't argue, but I wanted to. I didn't because I knew you wanted me to be Sorted into Slytherin.
I regret it.
This won't be another choice I'll live to regret. I'm not leaving Rose, even if you disown me. This is my choice.
Frost's sister It’s cold… the ice is cracking… and I’m scared…Frost's sister in General Fiction More Like This
I look up, he’s trying to smile, but for once, it doesn’t help.
“It’s okay,” he says. “It’s okay. Don’t look down. Just look at me.”
“Jack,” I hear myself saying. “I’m scared.”
“I know, I know,” he assures me. “But… you’re gonna be alright. You’re not gonna fall in. Uh… We’re gonna have a little fun, instead!”
“No, we’re not!” I know I’m getting hysterical but I can’t help it, and my voice is getting high pitched and panicky and I’m breathing hard and I feel like I don’t even have a body, I’m just a voice and a pair of hyperventilating lungs.
“Would I trick you?” he asks, smiling.
“Yes!” I cry, a
A Tale of Two Ums: Part 2 "Hey, Potter!"A Tale of Two Ums: Part 2 in Romance More Like This
I groan. Not him! Not during Quidditch practice! "What do you want?"
The boy grins at me and motions for me to fly down. "Can't talk to you when you're all the way up there, can I?"
"Did you ever think that might be strategic?" I mutter. I fly down anyway. "What do you want, Black? I'm busy. We've got a match on soon."
Sirius holds up his hands with an expression of mock surprise and defensiveness. "That's no way to talk to your best friend. You'd have thought I was old Regulus."
"Regulus is younger than you."
"Doesn't act like that." Sirius stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks at me cockily. "Don't you want to know what I came for?"
"To annoy me?" I suggest. I actually do, but I can't look like I do or he'll torture me.
Sirius grins at me mysteriously and I want to punch him, but he won't tell me if I piss him off. "Come on, you know you want to know," he
Amends They worried, he knew that.Amends in General Fiction More Like This
It was true that his mental state seemed to be deteriorating all the time. The joke shop had been closed for days, now. He must have lost a lot of sales.
He didn’t care.
Why should he care? What did money matter, when they were richer than they’d ever needed to be? What did the shop matter, when the only other person who had shared the dream was gone?
What did anything matter, when he was half of a whole?
Yes, they worried. They all worried. His mother most of all, of course, as all mothers did. His father, who always seemed unsure of what to do around him now. His siblings… Well, they had all felt almost the same pain he had. Almost. None of them had lost their other halves.
He didn’t know what he was thinking half the time. The other half, his thoughts were incomplete.
You see, Fred had always been there to complete them for him.
A Tale of Two Ums: Part 1 Argh! That James Potter! I swear he's trying to make me pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower. I hate him and I hate his stupid glasses and his stupid hair and his stupid cute smile...A Tale of Two Ums: Part 1 in Romance More Like This
"Is your name Flipendo, Evans? Because you knock me off my feet."
"Your smile is like Lumos; it really lights up a room."
"You don't need Stupefy to be stunning, Evans."
"Shut up!" I screech at him. He throws a pick up line at me every time we finish a class and it drives me up the wall.
I realise that everybody is looking at me now and I suddenly remember that I'm a Prefect. I compose myself and say quietly, "Please stop that, Potter. It's very irritating."
I walk away and try to ignore the snickers of Sirius as he teases James. "Ooh, she got you, Prongs! She's beaten you with the powers of smarts and sensibility." He spits out the words like the plague and it's all I can do to not spin around and hex him into obli
Dean's Not-A-Log: p6Thursday, November 15, 1984Dean's Not-A-Log: p6 in General Fiction More Like This
There’s only a month or something until Christmas!!!!!! Sam and me are really excited even though Daddy says we probably won’t get too much time for presents but he said hopefully we might be able to get some stuff maybe. I hope we can because presents are the fun part and Sammy has never had a proper real Christmas before. Daddy promised he’d think about not hunting this Christmas but that he might have to. But he looks sad these days and looks at pictures of Mommy and us. I think he probably feels bad because we don’t get to hang out like before. But that’s okay. He’s busy saving the world. But I hope we get Christmas.
Dean's Not-A-Log: p5Wednesday, October 31, 1984Dean's Not-A-Log: p5 in General Fiction More Like This
Today was Halloween! Me and Sammy were gonna go trick-or-treating but Daddy didn’t let us because he said there was real monsters and it was too dangerous so we didn’t get to go. But we ate lots of candy and we watched a scary movie. We had to turn down the loudness because Daddy didn’t know and we didn’t want him to be angry so we turned on the TV and covered it with a blanket and we got under too so we got a fort thing and it was really fun and also scary. Then Daddy came back from his hunting so we had to try and hide but he found us and just looked at the movie and sat down with us so we all watched it together. It was really fun. Sammy fell asleep while he was sitting on my lap but then I couldn’t see so Daddy picked him up and Sammy gave him a hug while he was sleeping and I think that made Daddy happy because Sammy doesn’t usually hug Daddy. It was the best Halloween ever.
A Tale of Two Ums: Teaser You see static and hear a few crashes before a picture appears.A Tale of Two Ums: Teaser in Humor More Like This
"James, if you'd just listened to me-"
"I'm fine, Lily!"
"I grew up in a Muggle household! I think I know how to work a camera-"
"It's just a cut, don't worry."
Two people come into view- a tall boy with square glasses, messy black hair and a cocky, reassuring grin, and an exasperated looking girl with red hair and bright green eyes.
"Hey there, Muggles!" says the boy.
"James, that was rude. It sounds discriminative!" berates the girl. She turns her attention to the camera, ignoring the boy's eye-roll. "Hello, everybody. My name is Lily, and this is James."
"I think they know that, Lily. They're reading this because they know us from the previous instalments in this fan series." James points out.
Lily rolls her eyes. "Whatever, James, it's only p
Halloween Ginny turned as she felt a tug on her pant leg.Halloween in General Fiction More Like This
“Mummy?” A little voice spoke, high, squeaky and confused. “Mummy, Daddy just left.”
Ginny frowned. “What do you mean, Lily?”
Her little girl sniffled. “Daddy just said something and then he left.”
“What did he say?” Ginny asked, a little worried now.
Lily shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“He said something about parents, and visiting, but you’re here, Mum, so why did he go out the door?” Albus piped up.
“And he wasn’t looking at us. Why was he being so strange, Mum?” James inquired.
Glancing at the swinging door, Ginny gave a little ‘oh’ of understanding. “James, is today Halloween?”
Ginny smiled ruefully. “Daddy went to visit his parents.”
Why It was grimly appropriate how these things never happened on bright, sunny days.Why in General Fiction More Like This
I never knew you.
Teddy’s eyes focused on the dirt, darting around the rain.
The cold drops mingled with the hot tears in his eyes.
Why was it you who had to sacrifice yourselves?
He didn’t do anything. He just stood. And he watched.
Why couldn’t you have stayed?
A bitter lump rose in his throat, and he swallowed it angrily.
WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?
He knew it was selfish.
Why couldn’t it have been someone else?
But he didn’t care.
I didn’t get to tell you goodbye.
He didn’t care about anything. Why should he? What was there to care about?
Did you love me at all?
He remembered somethi
Drarry fanfic Pt 3Part 2Drarry fanfic Pt 3 in Romance More Like This
Draco lay in bed. He was angry as he'd had yet another fight with his friends. He'd come into the Slytherin common room in a rage after a run-in with the mudblood, the weasely kid and potter's girlfriend asking him what he'd done to Potter. Why did they think he'd done something to Potter! As he sat heavily on a chair between Crabbe and Goyle he ranted,
"Can you believe Potter? He thinks I've done something to him! He's the one planning something against me! Who does he think he is anyway! Him and his stupid mudblood friend! And the Weasley girl, trying to reason with me! What does he see in her anyway?!..." Draco babbled on, his voice getting louder and faster as he went. "...Him and his beautiful green eyes!" As he said his last line the room became quiet. Pansy stifled a small sob and left the room.
Suddenly the room became noisy. A series of angry and mocking voices merged together, overwhelming him.
"I just mean
Drarry fanfic Pt 2 Harry had just finished his homework when the sun began to set, and waiting for Hermione to get packed up, he played with the grass, tearing the lush blades from the ground and running them through his fingers. He toyed with the idea of trying to get them to levitate but Hermione was finished and Ron had finally given up being patient and was now pestering them to hurry up. As he stood up he saw the familiar figure of Ginny running over to him. He was happy to see Ginny but was aware of a niggling annoyance in the pit of his stomach, before he could figure out what it was Ginny had flung herself at him and was giving him a bear hug. He hugged her back and the four of them went off to the main hall. Harry tried to ignore it, but he had a funny feeling about the way Malfoy, who was in front of them, had given a beseeching and almost sad look towards him before disappearing into the building.Drarry fanfic Pt 2 in Romance More Like This
Over the next few weeks, both boys found themselves thinking about eac
Drarry fanfic Pt 1Part 1Drarry fanfic Pt 1 in Romance More Like This
It was a particularly warm summer afternoon and Harry was letting his mind wander. It was the last lesson on a Friday afternoon, and while everyone else around the school was having a fun lesson in the sunlight, Harry and the rest of Gryffindor, along with Slytherin, was stuck copying out the uses of Asphodel in the dungeons. While they wrote, Snape kept a watchful eye over them, occasionally asking a student, usually from Gryffindor, to stop talking or show him their work. Harry gazed mindlessly around the room and his eyes soon settled on a blond head a few rows in front of him. A thin shaft of sunlight from a small window very near the ceiling of the room came to fall on the boy's head. Harry noticed that the few stray hairs escaping the gelled mass glinted golden in the sun. The boy must have felt Harry's gaze as he turned and glared at him. Harry quickly looked back to his parchment and dipped his quill in the ink, hoping that Malfoy wouldn't no
Drarry fanfic Pt 4The boys locked eyes for a second, blushing deeply.Drarry fanfic Pt 4 in Romance More Like This
"Malfoy, what are you doing around here?" Harry asked him, squirming in the awkward moment.
"Potter, you like me don't you." Draco knew it would just be easier to get to the point rather than try to build up to it, making it even more awkward. He was also worried that putting it off would give him time to chicken out and lose all the confidence he'd spent the last two hours building up. Harry was taken aback at the bluntness of Draco's statement and his heart sped up. What was going to happen?
"No, I..." he started.
"I've seen the way you look at me, Harry," Draco lowered and softened his voice. He knew that being harsh was not going to get the answer out of Harry. Harry felt his heart flip at the sound of Draco saying his first name in a tone of voice which was genuine and silky without its usual sarcastic sneer.
"W...why are you here?" Harry spluttered out the question, shaking hard. He was looking at the floor, not darin
Drarry fanfic Pt 5 Draco closed his eyes and wound his arms around the Gryffindor's waist. He felt Harry put his arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. All the confusion melted away, everything was perfect. Draco felt Harry pull away, but he held him tight. He didn't want the magic to end, not just yet. He didn't want to wake up from this dream, not just yet. He didn't want to sink back into reality, not just yet. In his heart, he knew it'd have to end and he'd have to wake up and go back to the cold reality of what his friends, let alone his father, would do if they found out, but not just yet. Harry obliged and kissed him again, even more passionately than the first time, giving Draco a few more moments to feel his stomach fill with butterflies and the electricity race down to his toes.Drarry fanfic Pt 5 in Romance More Like This
Harry wound his arms around Draco's neck. This was the moment he'd dreamed of, and it was as perfect as his dream. Almost. A mixture of guilt and worry niggled in his stomach, even over rid
Drarry fanfic Pt 12 The heat hung heavily in the air like an unneeded blanket smothering everything under its weight. Although it had only just gone eight in the morning and the sun hadn't even begun to shine at its full capacity, the air was hot and humid. Even the wind, which had begun to pull at the leaves and chase pieces of paper from the desks as it invaded the room through the window, carried some warmth with it. Each sound was intensified, people laughing and chatting sleepily, owls hooting as they returned from a night's hunting and the deep, rhythmetic rumbles of Ron Weasley snoring.Drarry fanfic Pt 12 in Romance More Like This
Harry contemplated throwing something at him to get him to shut up but decided that he was already awake and had little hope of getting back to sleep in the heat. He reached over for his glasses and slipped them on. He saw that the time was quarter past eight and most of the boys were still asleep, apart from Semus, who Harry knew had gone to the library to practise his spe
ThunderThunder rumbled gently above them and rain pattered on the windowsill. Flashes of lightening leaked in around the curtains and lit up the dark room. A particularly loud bout of thunder rolled over them and John gasped and pressed himself closer to Sherlock. Sherlock ran his fingers comfortingly through the ex-soldier's hair. they lay huddled together under the duvet just listening. Their breathing settled back in synch and John's heartbeat calmed slightly but it still thrummed quickly against Sherlock's touch. Pins and needles prickled his hand because his arm was trapped under John's body. Sherlock rolled over on to his back, pulling John with him so the older man's head was pillowed by his chest. Sherlock wrapped his arm tighter around John's hips and looked down at the man pressed against his chest. His hair was in need of a cut and free of its usual gel it stuck in all directions. John had most of Sherlock's t-shirt balled up in his hands so the blond tufts of hair tickled SherlockThunder in Romance More Like This
5. Two Months of Hell - DrarryHarry found that over the past few weeks he had very little time to spare. Each teacher had given the eighth years a massive amount of homework and even saving the wizarding world, and also the Muggle world, did not slacken his load. He also had to put up with doing the paired assignment which meant that even his free lessons were spent working. Harry voiced these grumbles over lunch and found that the others had equally less free time.5. Two Months of Hell - Drarry in Drama More Like This
“How do you have time to do that?” Harry exclaimed as the others arranged yet another trip to Hogsmeade.
“Why don’t you?” came Ron’s reply. “We still manage to have time free and we’re doing all of the same work as you.” Harry thought for a second and realised that he seemed to spend a lot more time on the paired project than anyone else. Even Hermione didn’t have Ron working all of the time and that was a big feat.
“Malfoy does have to get high marks,” Herm
4. Two Months of Hell - Drarry “Harry, can I talk to you?” Harry’s stomach turned over. He’d been dreading this.4. Two Months of Hell - Drarry in Drama More Like This
According to Ron and Hermione, Ginny wanted to discuss ‘feelings’ with him. Ever since the battle ended they had been a couple but he knew Ginny wanted a worded conformation.
“S’pose,” he replied, grudgingly. This was something he really didn’t want to do in the slightest. He stood up and followed Ginny to a more secluded area. They both sat down and Ginny held his hands in hers. merlin, Harry thought to himself as he groaned inwardly. He lent across and tried to silence her with a kiss, which she returned for a few moments before pulling away.
“We need to spend more time together,” she said softly. Harry felt a little guilty. “I can’t remember the last time we actually spent the afternoon for just us.”
“Sorry,” he murmured. “It’s just, the project for transfiguration e
MIngrato,no deseo tu alma.Tu espíritu no debería existir.La tierna muerte te acaricia y tu te molestas.Ella lo hace tan suave,y te da un beso en la mejilla,y tu...Yo amo a la muerte,me siento en su regazo y ella me oprime en su pecho,tan gélido;me encanta su frígido abrazo, congela la sangre en mis venas y mi corazón deja de bombear,deja de latír,y siento su frío espectral.Sueño cosas de colores,donde llega el invierno,y todo se vuelve tan oscuro,las voces dejan de sonar y el silencio de tumba mortal llega,es la droga que me inquirió:-¿Te quedarás conmigo?-Y me despierto,abro los ojos de sueño llenando de escarcha su oscuridad,y siento en ese momento su briza,sobre sus piernas,manto de sombras calladas;volteo a ver su rostro, me está cargando, y me ve como una madre ve a su hijo,con amor,ternura y cuidado.La pícara no me deja mirar sus facciones,las oculta en su rostro lleno de penumbra,pero yo adivino su sM in Short Stories More Like This
Lo que puedo explicar¡Qué te calles,no me dejas escuchar!Lo que puedo explicar in Free Verse More Like This
no te hablo a ti,le hablo al que no está aquí.
estoy callado y sin embargo,estoy gritando.
¡qué me escuches!
estoy callado...tengo miedo.
Ya no sé que hacer,
quiero gritar,¿pero a quién?
quiero gritar lo que pasa en mi pecho,
los tesoros que guardo
añejadas injusticias y cambios;
no soy tu...
no soy tu...
Déjame ser,déjame existir,
tengo tanto miedo,
tengo todo el tiempo teniendo y no tengo razón.
Razón extraña,locura,hablo sólo,
¿No me puedes escuchar?
por favor,ya deja de gritar,
no me dejas escuchar:
¿escuchas mi corazón?
grita estruendoso mientras mi cuerpo tiembla,
mi alma llora y se derrite a través de mis crisóles;
no estoy muriendo pero me siento muerto,
de mi boca no sale una gota
es mi ser que esta sufriendo
Dices que soy un monstruo?Me siento débil,me siento triste,mi sangre no fluye y mi mente se llena de pensamientos suicidas;mi ira se desata mordiéndome los labios con furiaDices que soy un monstruo? in Free Verse More Like This
y mis manos se cierran con un sudor frío.Si algún tiempo me sentí así,ya no quiero que pase.Pero no es porque yo quiera,es porque así pasa.
Ay pobre de mi, y pobre de ti,
que solo lastimo sin poderme controlar,
porque yo soy un monstruo al que no pueden amar,
ya que el tiempo ha sido muy cruel,
y no he podido soportarlo.
Yo no sé si puedo ser amado,
pero yo amo con todo mi ser,
y mi amor es de verdad,
¿Creés que he sufrido y ya?
Uno aprende,y yo aprendí a amar.
Mira dentro de ti¿Quién es el ciego aquí?Mira dentro de ti in Free Verse More Like This
¿tú ves la maldad y los buenos sentimientos,
ves sonrisas falsas y ves al pensamiento?
¿escuchas las palabras,que vienen desde adentro?
las que no se expulsan,
las que no se hablan,
¿con las actitudes y las desiciones?
Estoy arto de perderme del mundo de haya afuera,
de no saber los colores que enaltecen la belleza.
Mi ceguera no es algo inapelable
pues yo veo contento aquello inegable:
el amor,el alma,la belleza interna.
Escucho tus latídos,siento emociones,
veo las verdades que ocultas me mantienes,
no por lo secretos,simplemente ignoras que las tienes.
Por mí el mundo no se ha de acabar,
sin mí,el mundo no se pierde.
Yo soy la ceguera que ve un poco en la tierra,
sólo soy la gente que es muy diferente,
la que hace variedad,
la que sirve de relleno,
la que llora en soledad y de mi no hay recuerdo.
Mis penas se perderán en aquella inmensidad,
mi espiritu no ha de tocar,amigos o querellas,
mi alma inmo
LOS QUE QUIEREN MORIRUna barda de concreto se levanta sobre todo el perímetro del cementerio.Una puerta entreabierta nos invita a pasar.Cuando abrimos esa puerta oxidada se oye un rechinído delatór,y volteámos a los lados para asegurarnos de que nadie nos ve,pues solo nosotros queremos entrar.Seguros de nosotros mísmos lo hacemos,sigilosamente,como sombras de la noche,amparados por la luz lunar.Caminamos por la tierra del camposanto y nuestros recuerdos nos llaman al observar una flor de cempasúchil,claro,es obligatorio.LOS QUE QUIEREN MORIR in Short Stories More Like This
Seguimos por el techo del hogar de los muertos,que también es la cobija del submundo,tantos sentimientos enterrados...
Demasiadas lápidas frías de mármol,inscripciones de recuerdo de las familias que perdieron a su amado,y también una que otra de asesinato,de sangre fría,congelada,de perversos en el mundo nuevo,que lo gastan como a sus pulmones,como a sus hígados,como a sus ojosero aún no encontramos la que queremos,la
SENTIRSi estoy vivo quiere decir que soy humano,SENTIR in Free Verse More Like This
mira las estrellas en la noche,verás que la belleza existe,
piensa en lo lejano y sentirás la sensacion de soledad,
vivir es para ver y sentir belleza.
No olvides que estás vivo,dejáte sentir,sé tú,
piensa en mi,te acostumbrarás a la costumbre,
si creés que vives déjame verte.
Regálame una flor,porque yo necesito belleza para vivir,
háblame en silencio,calladamente,si te escucho entenderé,
apaga las brasas y dispersa tu voz,
yo sé que exístes.
Déjame palpar tu vida,tocar tu realidad,
quiero conocer lo que has sido para ser,
tal vez viva contigo.
Yo solo quiero un momento,detenerme un instante,saber conocer y por ver existir,
pues que más noche es la que dá y estando aquí yo percibo,
frios vientos y paz encantada,que más puedo hacer sino solo sentir el cielo y la infinidad,
aqui percibiendo,y aqui siendo nada.
Yo quiero vivir,pues siento la belleza,au
MENOSPRECIONo dés por terminado un día mal completoMENOSPRECIO in Free Verse More Like This
sólo porque lágrimas tuvieron que caer,
si cuando llueve,a un lado de tí hay un jóven
en cuales cuyas ropas en él no has de ver,
hacen que lo ignores y él quede a un lado,
nadie dice nada,
y el mundo está de pie.
Un amigo perdido es,
aquel que buscaba,una sonrisa y un hola,
no es alguien que buscabas,
sin embargo puede ayudar,
es un comodín del tiempo que te ayuda a reflexionar,
es un viento que pasó y que encontraste en su camino o el te encontró,
él te buscaba sin que lo conocieras y te enseñó
que sin buscar encuentras al que te encontró,
porque más de uno es aquel que busca sin conocer el amor.
Nunca olvides su sonrisa en el viento o el cielo azul,
nunca olvides su hola conmovedor,
es una luz que no brilla pues no es metal,
es un humano que no es especial,
es sólo un amigo que busca amistad,
no es sólo el viento que viene y se va.
ME QUEDE DESPIERTOAqui estoy,ME QUEDE DESPIERTO in Free Verse More Like This
contemplando la vida,
a veces tan engañosa,
a veces tan atrevida,
a veces tan mortecina
y a veces tan agresiva.
¿Qué te he echo vida,
que quieres más de mí?
¿qué no te he pagado ya con mi sangre?
te pagué con sufrimiento y con ardor,
con buenos sentimientos y perdón,
te he dado y ofrecido los dolores
y me he abnegado a desistir.
Por qué tendré que sufrír ésto,
aún más de lo que ya viví,
estoy sintiendo como me agobia el miedo
y me asusta lo que está pasando con mi visión,
se está volviendo todo tan denso
y la oscuridad me está envolviendo,
que será esto que tengo,
no puede ser ya el fín.
¡Auxilio,me estoy muriendo!
Mis pensamientos los escucho dentro,
mi mano tiembla de frío,o será ya de muerto,
porque no siento a mi corazón latír.
Al final no es tan malo,
cuando sientes el adiós,
es todo tranquilo y blanco,
cuando ya has sup
Draco the IncompetentPairing: Harry Potter/Draco MalfoyDraco the Incompetent in Romance More Like This
Rating: a mild T
If the story seems familiar, it's because it has been made into a comic-- info below.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun
"Don't be silly, Draco. No one is staring at you. Come along."
Pansy was just flat-out lying to him. As he followed her into the clerical department of the Ministry, absolutely everyone stared at Draco. Several middle-age ladies exchanged significant looks. As he passed them, he could hear them whisper: "A pity, isn't it? Such a promising young man. Did 'outstanding' in most of his OWLs. Something terrible happened to him in the war, though. A shame, such a handsome boy unmarriageable."
Pansy led him through the desks and to a small office. A sixtyish woman looked up from her work. "Ah, here he is, our new errand boy. How are you today, Draco?" she said in the sort of voice one used for dogs and small childr
Here I AmDrarry ficletHere I Am in Romance More Like This
Rating: A very mild T
I'm leaving. It's time for this to be over. I will be long gone when you read this.
You're like a whirlwind; you leave destruction and chaos in your wake. And you just go on hurting me. But you are so breath-taking, so beautiful that I can't help but love you. I can't believe it's real, the way you make me feel. The nights are good. Beyond good. I can lay all my troubles down when I lay with you. But every day, I end up begging for the least amount of consideration, and it's breaking my heart. I have to take care of myself. I'm sure you understand.
Before the ink dried, Draco crumpled the parchment up, then incinerated it with a wave of his wand. Moments later, the door opened. Harry looked briefly surprised to see Draco still there; he most likely expected the other man to leave after the lamp-throwing, Quidditch trophy smashing fight that they'd had that morning. Draco stood in the living room uncertainly, twisti
The Day Draco Got LostHarry Potter/Draco MalfoyThe Day Draco Got Lost in Humor More Like This
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling.
"I want to go by myself," Draco announced to his parents. It was his eleventh birthday, which was a very important day. He had gotten his letter from Hogwarts at breakfast, which, even though it was expected, had made him deliriously happy. Now all three Malfoys were headed to Diagon Alley, for ice cream at Fortescue's and to pick out an owl to send to Hogwarts with Draco. Lucius and Narcissa were just about to step into the drawing room fireplace when Draco got up on his tiptoes and grabbed his own handful of Floo powder.
"I suppose," his mother said. "Don't forget to speak very clearly, dear."
"I know, I know," he replied impatiently as he stepped in, carefully avoiding the andirons. "Diago-CHOO!" He was surprised by an explosive sneeze just as he threw the powder at his feet.
Dozens of rooms flashed by rapidly. Draco's trip through the Floo network ended with him
Three Drarry FicletsRating: PGThree Drarry Ficlets in Humor More Like This
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, and I do this just for fun.
(Prompt: Draco sees Harry giving Ginny a ring)
Draco walked jauntily down the street, his shopping basket swinging on his arm. He had all the makings for a perfect romantic dinner: oysters, champagne, and strawberries with chocolate for dipping. Draco and Harry had been dating for a couple of months now, and yesterday Harry had proposed becoming a couple. Draco, helpless before the Chosen One's good looks, had readily agreed. Harry was coming over to Draco's place tonight, and Draco was sure that Harry'd be spending the night. Draco started feeling warm all over as he imagined what else they could do with the chocolate besides dunk strawberries in it.
His eye was caught by a glimpse of Harry through the window of a fancy restaurant. Harry was sitting across from Ginny Weasley, she of the copper hair. Harry pulled a little black box out of his suit jacket and held it toward her, flipping
Harry and the HostagePairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry PotterHarry and the Hostage in Romance More Like This
Rating: PG for mild suggestiveness and language
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I make no money from this
Harry pursued the dark wizard known as Greasy Pete down Diagon Alley and into Gringotts, not able to use any spells to bring him down because of the throngs of back-to-school shoppers. A stunning spell strong enough to knock down a full-grown man could seriously harm a child if it went astray. Once inside the bank, the fugitive leapt over a counter. A startled elderly witch had her wand out, and when she saw Harry come running in her direction, she hit him with a Confundus. By the time his mind cleared, Harry's wand was gone, and he'd been bound by an Incarcerous. The fugitive had his wand pressed to Harry's neck. "Come any closer, and the famous Harry Potter is dead!" the man shouted, stopping two other Aurors in their tracks.
Greasy Pete dragged Harry backwards. It was quite awkward,
Malfoy's HarryPairing: Harry Potter/Draco MalfoyMalfoy's Harry in Romance More Like This
FLUFF WARNING--the only way this could possibly be any fluffier is if Harry and Draco grew bunny ears and tails and went for a ride on a unicorn.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun.
The note said, 'Your great ugly brute of a dog got my precious Princess in a family way. YOU can take care of the results.' It was attached to a wooden crate with a blanket in it; the blanket wriggled, and small, high-pitched grunts could be heard. Harry lifted the blue flannel to find six squirming pups.
"Dumbledore thinks if the two of yeh work tergether ter save these poor wee abandoned babies, ye'll learn how ter get along," Hagrid said.
"But--but--but I have the Tournament!" Harry protested.
"Yeh've got plenty o' time till the next challenge, Harry."
Malfoy picked up a brindled puppy by its scruff, dangling it in the air. "Merlin. That's the ugliest creature I've seen in
A Christmas DrarryPairing: should be obviousA Christmas Drarry in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter uinverse belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun.
[I fudged the CoS timeline just a teeny bit. Artistic license]
The drawing room was lovely. The illusion of falling snow was so realistic that the candlelight made the snowflakes sparkle. Unmelting icicles hung from the mantle of the fireplace. The Christmas tree was eighteen feet high, and fairies sat in its boughs, twinkling and preening whenever a human looked their way. The figures in the nativity scene that was displayed on a sidetable actually moved; Mary took her baby from the manger and showed him to the three Magi, who knelt down in homage.
The long table was covered by a white linen cloth embroidered in gold. Fat red candles had holly wound about their bases. Three people sat at one end of the table, silently eating their Christmas feast of roast goose with chestnut stuffing, Brussels sprouts, and roast potatoes. The soun
Lycan Pass - Chapter 1The shade was startlingly cold compared to the sunlight that had been hitting my face moments ago. My eyes unscrewed and I pressed my face against the glass of the bus window as we passed through a grove of trees. We were destined towards the Cole Center for a swim meet against Lake City, and I knew we didn't have a chance. Still, the team smiled. Everyone was happy and cheering each other on, boasting about how they would beat their own records. We were family, and not even a crushing defeat could separate us. I sighed and mentally slapped myself for thinking so pessimistically. My team deserved better than that.Lycan Pass - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"WHO ARE WE?" I yelled.
"WE ARE BULLDOGS!" they screamed back.
They broke into a chorus on howling and barking. I smiled a little and broke into a howl of my own, sounding a little too close to the real thing. My team laughed and asked how I did it, if I would do it aga
Hell's Captive - Chapter 4We exited the carriage into the searingly hot air. The screams of the Trapped echoed and penetrated my ears, seemingly splitting my mind in two. Gallen scowled at me.Hell's Captive - Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can't you do something about this noise?" I nodded. The Unnamed Language flowed easily over my tongue, like a cool stream of water, and slowly, the noise died down. I looked to my master. He shrugged at me and muttered something about useless demons. I sighed and followed him into Inferno PD.
Inferno Police Department was and ugly building that meshed in with the natural walls of Hell.It's walls were a bland gray-pink, and all of the windows had bars on them. A sign pronounced boldly, "Inferno Police Department - Level 1" It towered to the top of Hell and seemed to stop at the ground, but I knew better. It ran all the way to the lowest Level. Almost no one ever saw that far down, though. Only people like Micheal Fairrowind worked down there. No one really knew what they did there. But then again, who would want to?
Lycan Pass - Chapter 2It seemed like the lifespan of the world had passed before I could even hear anything. My body throbbed, my head spun, my stomach churned. It felt as if someone had poured a hot bucket of agony all down my body. I let out a weak groan and attempted to open my eyes, but they were firmly swollen shut. There was a cold metal surface beneath me. For a second, I thought that I might have still be on the bus, but the distant murmur of voices cleared up that delusion. Footsteps clicked their way towards me.Lycan Pass - Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I say we give her the virus," a male voice said.
"You're kidding me, right? If she hasn't got the gene, it'll kill her on the spot," said a second, deeper voice.
"Trevor, she's going to die anyway. Look at her. Not even the best doctor in the world could fix her. She's broken," The second man paused, obviously trying to make a decision.
EmotionsLove is like a blooming rose-Emotions in Free Verse More Like This
gentle in your hand
Hate is like a bruised behind-
painful when you land
Joy is like a bad night's supper-
it rises up within
Sorrow is like a logic-less man
a fight you'll never win
And peace is like a racing turtle-
it's always at the end
Hell's Captive - Chapter 2I awoke with a start as an unfamiliar thought flickered through my mind. 'Gallen's awake" But how would I-? My eyes shifted to my hand. Oh yeah.Hell's Captive - Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I rolled out of the soft, warm bed Gallen had been kind enough to give me. I yanked on some clean clothes and pulled my black hair into a short and spiky ponytail. I ran to the kitchen, which was a long way from my room. I never could figure out why Gallen loved living in mansions. The luxurious swirling of reds, golds, and whites somehow managed to make the large space look warm and inviting.
The kitchen was fully stocked with all of Gallen's favorite foods. Through the bond, I knew exactly what he wanted for breakfast. Two fried eggs, two slices of toast with raspberry jam, three slices of bacon, and chai tea with milk and sugar. I got to work and prayed he didn't call upon me while I was cooking.
I sensed his good mood. The young Lord had gotten plenty of sleep last night. I sighed in relief. His mood swings tended to be violent.
Hell's Captive - Chapter 5Gallen and I sat, perched on the roof of a 5 story apartment complex, awaiting our victim. It was a Half-Troll by the name of Marcell DeCoup. He had been selling information to the Angels for the price of magic items. So far we know that he has a wrist watch that sustains his life force (he doesn't even have to eat!), and a mirror which shows him 10 minutes into the future. Tonight, Marcell was meeting his info trader on the playground at Eden Apartments.Hell's Captive - Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Lucy, look alive. He's here," Gallen announced. I looked to the Northwestern corner of the play area, and sure enough, there he was. I couldn't help but shudder. Trolls had poisonous fangs, and I had been bitten once. Let me say that it wasn't a pleasant experience.
The Half-Troll looked around and checked his watch. We had already taken care of the Angel, and when it didn't show up, the Troll was bound to be suspicious. We had to move fast. Gallen motioned for me to go, and I jumped silently off of the building, my strengthened demo
Hell's Captive - Chapter 3Gallen and I sat in silence most of the trip, and that was perfectly fine with me. I was content to just sit and stare out the window. I mean, it's not everyday that you get a carriage ride through Hell. I glanced at Gallen's face and grimaced. He looked bored. How could he possibly be bored? Just outside our windows were burning castles that looked ready to fall apart, Lesser Demons doing interesting jigs and whirls atop piles of... well, you can use your imagination. Balls of odd-colored fire swooped down at terrifying speeds, aimed at the Trapped (humans who fell into Hell, and those who trekked down to save others and were caught themselves). The man screamed in fear, and the fire ball changed directions right before it hit him. He stumbled backward and- in what seemed an impossibly slow motion- fell off of the cliff side. Gallen scoffed.Hell's Captive - Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I can't believe he fell for it," he stated.
"Excuse me, my Lord?" Gallen stared at me for a second.
"That ball of fire was a Hell Pixie. They ca
Mood Mint Madness Pt.6DRARRY SLASH! No like, no read!Mood Mint Madness Pt.6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next day, Harry was walking to Potions when he saw Malfoy walking ahead of him, by himself. Perfect. He looked in his bag and picked out a paper blossom from the multitude he'd filled the inside with. He had spent the entire night previous going through the book and picking out things that made him think of Malfoy. He was prepared for however often he ran into the Slytherin, for at least a day.
He sped up his steps and just as he was passing Malfoy, spun on his heel, into the other boy's path. Malfoy drew up short, and it looked very much like he had no idea what to expect. Harry smiled widely at him and presented Malfoy with his latest creation. It was a hibiscus flower, one that meant "delicate beauty". Malfoy probably wouldn't like being called "delicate", but he didn't care. To him, Malfoy's stunning features were delicate, like spun-sugar crystals on cakes, or frosted edging on cold glass.
Malfoy looked to be stunned speechless. This flo
Mood Mint Madness Pt.5DRARRY SLASH No like, no read!Mood Mint Madness Pt.5 in Short Stories More Like This
Harry sat in one of Dumbledore's chairs munching on a biscuit, waiting for Hermione to finish explaining the functions of Fred and George's mints. In typical Hermione fashion, she hadn't simply told Dumbledore her conclusion, she first had to take him through every single step of how her suspicions had been raised, theories tested and conclusions reached based on her previous week's worth of experiments. She had charts.
Harry sat back and let her lecture roll over him, occasionally eating a biscuit or lemon drop. Dumbledore was also sitting back and waiting for her to finish with the slight difference being that he was actually listening.
"Excellent, Miss Granger. How extraordinary. I must speak with the Weasley twins immediately, as well as the rest of the Order. I'll be certain that you, Harry and Ron attend in order to give everyone a thorough briefing of the effects."
Harry bit back a groan. As much as he wanted to be included in Order meetings
Midnight ClearDRARRY! Don't like, don't read. One-shotMidnight Clear in Short Stories More Like This
Draco could not believe this was happening to him.
"Pansy, you stupid bint!" he hissed. "Get away from me, you treacherous woman!"
Pansy pouted, not looking at all repentant. "Come on, Draco!" She whined, scowling at his unwillingness to cooperate with her scheme. "Just kiss me already and be over with it!"
The nerve of her.
"I'm not kissing you!" he snarled, trying unsuccessfully to back away from her. "You're the one who put me here in the first place!"
"But Draco!" she insisted, drawing closer. "You know it's just an excuse. I know you've been wanting to kiss me for ages now! I've seen you looking, you know. At the table at breakfast, lunch, dinner..."
She was seriously the most idiotic person in the world. She'd shoved him under this charmed mistletoe in the Great Hall at dinner and expected him to kiss her! People had figured out what was going on and were craning their heads to get in a good look. She was causing a spectacle, one t
Mood Mint Madness Pt.2DRARRY! You no like, you no readMood Mint Madness Pt.2 in Short Stories More Like This
To Harry's horror, Malfoy spent the rest of the day meticulously cataloguing who turned what colour on a piece of parchment. He managed to catch a glimpse of it over lunchtime, while Malfoy sat in the Great Hall with his friends, furiously scribbling, and glancing around once in a while to take another look. He caught Harry watching him, and smirked at him. Harry's cheeks flared with heat and he quickly ducked back out of the Hall before Malfoy could figure out what was going on.
As for himself, there was an alarming amount of purple directed his way, and it was no wonder it had taken so long to pick Malfoy out of the vast multitude. In fact, Malfoy wasn't even the only Slytherin to be purple, although all of Malfoy's yearmates were red.
Sometime in the afternoon, the mint glow faded, and he heaved a sigh of relief.
"Hey, did yours fade already?" Ron asked over dinner.
"Yeah, mate, it did. Do you think they really work?" Harry asked, still worri
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Malfoy was really beginning to alarm Harry.
He was following Harry around the castle, just far enough back that whenever Harry tried to turn around to catch him, he'd slip away before Harry could get to him. Harry had no idea what had brought this on, only that it was rather worrying. Had Malfoy figured out what the Mood Mints did, or was he still trying to puzzle it out?
It's not as if he could just ask the prat.
Even Ron and Hermione had noticed.
"I'll go push his head in," Ron offered, scowling in the direction of blond hair.
"No, Ron, don't," Hermione scolded him. "We need to find out what he's up to, and the best way is to keep letting Malfoy follow Harry around."
"What?" Harry yelped. "Why would we do that? What if he's plotting my demise at this very moment? I'd like it if I could just relax for a moment without worrying that he was sneaking up behind me."
"Well, what we could do is wait until Malfoy is following Harry and then me and you c
Mood Mint Madness Pt.1DRARRY SLASH! You no like, you no readMood Mint Madness Pt.1 in Short Stories More Like This
"What are you staring at, Potter?" Malfoy snarled, the corner of his mouth curling up in derision.
Harry could only stare in mute fascination at the light violet glow surrounding his arch nemesis, shocked into utter silence.
Malfoy sneered at him and tried again, "I see your brain's gone the way of Longbottom's. Just wait, next your bank account will go the way of Weasley's."
Harry knew that Malfoy was insulting him and that he should do something about it, such as hex Malfoy's mouth shut. But he was entirely beyond anything but confused horror. No matter what expression or gesture Malfoy made, the purple corona wouldn't budge.
"Did you hear me, Potter?" Malfoy waved a hand in front of his face. "Your face reminds me of the back end of a hippogriff."
Obviously it didn't, if the purple glow could be believed. Which Harry wasn't entirely sure it could be, and he was going to find out immediately. Without another word, he turned and walked awa
Queer Eye For The (Mostly) Straight Guy Chp 4Castiel has always thought that God must have an ironic and slightly perverse sense of humor and he’s taking this day as proof of it. He curls his left fingers in an effort to stem his irritation as his friend’s revelry and quickly follows Dean, who has bolted towards his bedroom with such speed that Castiel thinks his legs must’ve grown several inches.Queer Eye For The (Mostly) Straight Guy Chp 4 in Short Stories More Like This
They arrive to find Gabriel and Samandriel on a pile of clothes, rolling about in laughter. Castiel is quite sure tears of glee are streaking down Gabriel’s face.
Dean’s face is dark and he looks as though he’s about to snap, not that Castiel can blame him. He’s well accustomed to his friends antics, yet he finds even his patience is being tested. So he steps in front of Dean and inquires in a voice that’s as calm and authoritative as he can manage “What’s going on in here?
Gabriel and Samandriel manage to reign in their giggles enough to sit up and attempt to piece together an
Queer Eye For The(Mostly)Straight Guy Chp 7Castiel pays and hurries out of the cafe as quickly as he can, hoping he hasn't lost Dean. He'd seen Dean's walls and pushed passed them. It's not something he should've done, but the layers of guilt and self-loathing needed to be broken through somehow. This man has too much good in him to be weighed down by such guilt.Queer Eye For The(Mostly)Straight Guy Chp 7 in Short Stories More Like This
However, Castiel well knows that it will take far more than a day and some encouraging conversation to help Dean. He forces himself back into a professional mindset, doing his best to focus on the task at hand. The best thing now if for him to deliver Dean to Balthazar and let things settle out. He simply hopes he hasn't marred the rapport that they'd begun to build. After all of this he'd hoped somehow, they could be friends.
He finds Dean waiting in the sidewalk, hands in his jean pockets, his expression a neutral mask. He looks so accustomed to wearing it that Castiel's heart twists a bit. He knows what it means to have to hide yourself frequently.
Dean surprises Ca
Queer Eye For The (mostly) Straight Guy Chp 8Castiel has always prided himself on being difficult to read. It's an advantageous skill to have within his world, especially in his line of work.Queer Eye For The (mostly) Straight Guy Chp 8 in Short Stories More Like This
He can easily conceal his emotions with a cool mask, a neutral expression and no one is any the wiser of his internal turmoil.
Or so he likes to think. His friends have always been different. So he is not so much surprised as exasperated when instead of greeting him Gabriel takes one look at his face and gives a low whistle "Trouble in paradise, bro?"
"Dean and I did have a disagreement, if that's what you mean." he admits after a moment, shutting the door to Dean's apartment behind him. The place is in even more chaos than when he left it, but at least there is a purpose behind it now.
New furniture is at odd angles around the room, waiting to be placed. Plastic is still spread on the floor, protecting the floor from splatters of the warm toffee toned paint currently drying on the walls.
"How can I be of assistance?" Castiel asks, before Ga
Queer Eye For The (Mostly) Straight Guy Chapter 3Castiel wants to bury his face in his hands. Or knock his friend's heads together. They should at least be more respectful of Dean and his home, since he wasn't the one who invited them into it.Queer Eye For The (Mostly) Straight Guy Chapter 3 in Short Stories More Like This
Instead they seem to be taking a perverse delight in creating more chaos than usual.
He's already had words with Balthazar about breaking a few pieces of Dean's impressive collection of shot glasses. "But look at all these, Cassie it's ridiculous, really. He could be opening a bar, for Christ's sake"
Castiel reminding him that he's there to help Dean learn how to cook, not to comment on his hobbies.
Balthazar muttered something about that fact that slowly destroying your liver isn't a hobby but relented and went back to rummaging through the pantry.
Of course that's the moment when he heard Dean and Gabriel having a heated discussion and had to intervene.
Gabriel has taken a shine to Dean and that means he's going to be even more bothersome and childish than usual.
Once Gabriel leaves he
Queer Eye For The(mostly) Straight Guy Chp 5They pile out of the apartment with Gabriel shouting about searching for Dean's porn collection and not so subtly suggesting that he expects to find something homosexual in it.Queer Eye For The(mostly) Straight Guy Chp 5 in Short Stories More Like This
Castiel watches Dean tense and prepares to step in, but Dean continues walking so Castiel simply glares reprovingly at Gabriel before closing the door. He can hear muffled snickers from behind the wood.
Balthazar and Lucifer practically bound down the hall and out the door, while Dean walks on at a more sedate, yet determined pace.
Castiel follows closely beside him, finding that he immensely enjoys the simple sensation of walking near him. It's strange for Castiel to be so fond of someone that he's only just met, but he tries not to linger on it in his thoughts.
When the reach the car Balthazar opens the back door and bows with a flourish of his hand, saying "Your carriage awaits you..." while Lucifer snickers from his place in the front seat.
Dean flips him off before climbing in and Castiel hides a small smil
Exit Night, Enter LightHell burns hot, but the Devil and all his demons burn cold.Exit Night, Enter Light in General Fiction More Like This
Ice crystals spread their tendrils and frost the edges of souls, the bitter cold keeps the heat at bay. The heat, it’s unbearable. Indescribable. The vitriolic fuel of violent, uninhibited passions feed the hell-fires.
It scorches like molten lava, snaking through the veins of your soul. The only way to endure it is to welcome the cold into your being, numb yourself from all emotion. Only then are you free of the torment. Only then can you enjoy passing that torment onto others. Dean learned this long ago.
He doesn’t recall when exactly it happened, he can’t recall much of anything here. There’s a smog in his mind, a haze of apathy, that keeps him memories at bay. It's all smoke and screams and a buzz of horror that's so consistently present it's become almost second-nature.
But he knows that one day he was engulfed in blistering flames, sickening whispers taunting him, urging him to take up the k
It FlowsIt Flows in Free Verse More Like This
It drips from my veins, It flows.
I don't know why I did this, and I don't want to.
At these moments, I need someone to hold me.
Say its fine, you are not evil.
But that's a lie, I'm evil.
I know it, I have caused pain to people.
To the one I loved the most, now that person is gone.
I didn't want to cut, I don't want to die.
But I can't find the strength to move on
I can't lie to myself, I know I'm not a nice person.
I deserve this, I keep telling myself that
But somewhere in the back of my head, there is a voice, screaming stop.
That voice, it makes me cry.
It's the voice of all my friends combined, all those who care.
That voice, I need it to stop myself.
And that voice, that small voice.
It makes me smile, for deep inside
I know, I just know
That I'm not alone, and as the blood drips on my cloths
I realize, I'm going to regret what I have done.
Now the blades are gone, I don't need them
I have found better ways to express myself
When I'm in pain, I listen to music
Pray For MePray For Me in Free Verse More Like This
Pray for me
For I don't know, if I will make it through the day
Pray for me
For I don't know, If I will fight the urge again
Pray for me
For I won't bother god, he has better thing to do
Pray for me
For in the end, I won't make it through the day
Pray for me
I don't know, if I have the strength
Pray for me
Please do, before I come to an end
Don't let me fall asleep
Just pray, that I will be awake
For the sleep I mentioned
Is the eternal one, the real one
Pray for me
If you truly, love me
I'm HauntedI'm Haunted in Free Verse More Like This
I'm haunted in my head
I'm haunted in my home
I'm haunted all the way back home
I see, I remember
That cuddle coach is dusty
My bed is full of tears
The bathroom has blood stain
And my mind has fears
I'm haunted by her words
I'm haunted by her voice
I'm haunted by her face
I wish I could say
The break-up was fine
we weren't meant for eachother
But for me, she was the one
I'm haunted by her
And she won't ever know
The Tears Are DriedThe Tears Are Dried in Free Verse More Like This
The tears are dried, but I still cry
There is something in me that won't stop
My sadness has ended, but I'm not happy
There is something in me that won't let me
I'm trapped in the past, and recovery is 50 miles away
I have tried walking but I do not get any closer
The blessings I have had, they are counted
Now I will find all my curses
I think I deserve this, am I wrong?
Can even the one up above forgive me?
Moving on, oh I wish I could
But my heart is stuck and I can't help it
The tears have dried, but I still cry
There is something in me that won't stop
The Bleeding RoseThe Bleeding Rose in Free Verse More Like This
I know that on this day
That I'm not okay
I thought about you
And the pain just grew
Last year, oh I loved it
And oh how I loved you
The end of last year, and the start of a new
God I hate myself, I wish I could pull trough
I hope your happy
I hope you're in love
I hope you hate me
I hope you move on
But I'm stuck here
All alone and cold
Hating myself, so much fun
Loving you, that pain goes on
Last year I held you
In my arms
Nothing could be better
god my heart was warm
But this year
I'm sitting on the stairs
holding a single rose
And that rose is bleeding
That rose, the rose you took
you promised to keep it
and cherish it all of your life
But those days are forgotten
That rose, was my heart
It's bleeding, it feel apart
I can't go on without some love
And when I read what you sent me, I just, fell apart.
The rose has its thorns
and they do sting
But I can't throw it away
I want a new rose, and someone who stays!
On this Valentine's Day
I learned that for me
And I love you
I Have NeverI Have Never in Free Verse More Like This
I have never quite forgiven myself
I have never felt like I deserve better
I have never felt so depressed
And I guess I have never felt love
I have never had a smaller hope
I have never had so much faith
I have never cried so many times
And I guess I have never felt so lost
I have never ever been so thoughtful
I have never in my dreams grinded so wide
I have never lost my faith in you
But I guess, that's why it hurts