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bittersplendor) wrote2004-07-04 01:39 am
bittersplendor) wrote2004-07-04 01:39 am
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first fic ever.
be gentle.
Title: Doors
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bittersplendor
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Summary/Quote: Harry fights for many things, and Draco’s not one of them.
Doors
Draco always wants his doors closed. It’s a simple compulsion, to hear that soft click of a lock, having something solid between him and everything else. It’s just something about them, they’re meant to be closed, otherwise what purpose do they serve? He can’t stand it when doors are left open, they’re like presenting an invitation, come in, and Draco most definitely does not like people coming in on his space, when he can just simply shut them out. It’s much easier to shut everything out.
+
Harry likes his doors open. There’s something about open doors that make him feel free, like he could get out anytime he wanted to, and no one can stop him. He can just run out, and it’s good knowing that there’s always a way out. Always a way out from everything he fears and anything that can harm him. Closed doors make him feel slightly restless, and Harry wonders if he’s a little claustrophobic. He sleeps with his back to the doors of his dorm.
+
They always have to knock. Draco has announced that to anyone who might want to see him. They should always knock before they enter, even if the door was left ajar, or wasn’t locked, but Draco made sure it always was. But you never know, and Draco was never one to take risks.
+
People come and go, and Harry lets them. Harry likes giving people choices, would never want them to be kept somewhere they don’t want to be in anyway. He likes his doors open, it’s like a choice, something that they can pick anytime. If they want to come in then they can, and if they don’t then they can pass it by. The cupboard under the stairs was always closed, and Harry is a good enough person not to let anyone feel that kind of entrapment.
+
Harry’s door is always open, and one night in the Charms classroom is no exception. Draco sees it, steps through, and watches until Harry notices. What are you doing here?, Harry’s voice isn’t angry, just curious. Draco doesn’t think he needs to answer that, because Harry notices all the time he watches anyway. So he just smiles and thinks that replying is too much of a risk, even if there isn’t anything at stake anymore, and leaves.
+
When Draco finds Harry at his doorway, without knocking, he’s surprised. Then he’s angry. The door is open, and Draco hates that. With a glare, Draco stands up from his chair and goes up to Harry to grab hold of the knob behind him, shut it closed. But Harry catches his arm, and kisses him. There isn’t the soft click of a lock, but Draco’s ears are pounding too loud to care.
+
Draco decides there’s nothing wrong if you take a risk and it turns out fine. He kissed Harry back, and it’s alright. He needs something good in his life, more than anything, right now. There’s a war, and everybody needs something to fight for.
+
Harry fights for many things, and Draco’s not one of them. Harry fights for his friends, and for freedom, and for himself. But Harry thinks that if you love someone, then you have to trust him enough to believe that he’ll be there at the end. Draco’s always been there, and he fights for things like revenge, and he once said he’d like to fight for Harry, but Harry only answers that he’s mad, and ravishes him as if saying that you’re mine, you don’t need to fight, you’re too beautiful to bleed. And Harry's been wrong countless times before, but with this he knows he's right. Draco isn't only worth fighting for, he thinks. He's worth dying for.
+
On the nights when the cold seems unbearable, and promises hang in the air like clouds waiting to burst, Draco sits by his bed and leaves the door open. The dungeons are cold, and maybe he’s a little scared, but promises are meant to be kept, and Draco has believed in far too much. He falls asleep after a while, and moments later Harry comes in and wraps himself around Draco in a most possessive way, whispers promises and even more promises, not forgetting to close the door behind him.
The soft click of a lock is heard in the deafening silence, and they’re the safest they’ve ever been.
finis
be gentle.
Title: Doors
Author:
bittersplendorPairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Summary/Quote: Harry fights for many things, and Draco’s not one of them.
Doors
Draco always wants his doors closed. It’s a simple compulsion, to hear that soft click of a lock, having something solid between him and everything else. It’s just something about them, they’re meant to be closed, otherwise what purpose do they serve? He can’t stand it when doors are left open, they’re like presenting an invitation, come in, and Draco most definitely does not like people coming in on his space, when he can just simply shut them out. It’s much easier to shut everything out.
+
Harry likes his doors open. There’s something about open doors that make him feel free, like he could get out anytime he wanted to, and no one can stop him. He can just run out, and it’s good knowing that there’s always a way out. Always a way out from everything he fears and anything that can harm him. Closed doors make him feel slightly restless, and Harry wonders if he’s a little claustrophobic. He sleeps with his back to the doors of his dorm.
+
They always have to knock. Draco has announced that to anyone who might want to see him. They should always knock before they enter, even if the door was left ajar, or wasn’t locked, but Draco made sure it always was. But you never know, and Draco was never one to take risks.
+
People come and go, and Harry lets them. Harry likes giving people choices, would never want them to be kept somewhere they don’t want to be in anyway. He likes his doors open, it’s like a choice, something that they can pick anytime. If they want to come in then they can, and if they don’t then they can pass it by. The cupboard under the stairs was always closed, and Harry is a good enough person not to let anyone feel that kind of entrapment.
+
Harry’s door is always open, and one night in the Charms classroom is no exception. Draco sees it, steps through, and watches until Harry notices. What are you doing here?, Harry’s voice isn’t angry, just curious. Draco doesn’t think he needs to answer that, because Harry notices all the time he watches anyway. So he just smiles and thinks that replying is too much of a risk, even if there isn’t anything at stake anymore, and leaves.
+
When Draco finds Harry at his doorway, without knocking, he’s surprised. Then he’s angry. The door is open, and Draco hates that. With a glare, Draco stands up from his chair and goes up to Harry to grab hold of the knob behind him, shut it closed. But Harry catches his arm, and kisses him. There isn’t the soft click of a lock, but Draco’s ears are pounding too loud to care.
+
Draco decides there’s nothing wrong if you take a risk and it turns out fine. He kissed Harry back, and it’s alright. He needs something good in his life, more than anything, right now. There’s a war, and everybody needs something to fight for.
+
Harry fights for many things, and Draco’s not one of them. Harry fights for his friends, and for freedom, and for himself. But Harry thinks that if you love someone, then you have to trust him enough to believe that he’ll be there at the end. Draco’s always been there, and he fights for things like revenge, and he once said he’d like to fight for Harry, but Harry only answers that he’s mad, and ravishes him as if saying that you’re mine, you don’t need to fight, you’re too beautiful to bleed. And Harry's been wrong countless times before, but with this he knows he's right. Draco isn't only worth fighting for, he thinks. He's worth dying for.
+
On the nights when the cold seems unbearable, and promises hang in the air like clouds waiting to burst, Draco sits by his bed and leaves the door open. The dungeons are cold, and maybe he’s a little scared, but promises are meant to be kept, and Draco has believed in far too much. He falls asleep after a while, and moments later Harry comes in and wraps himself around Draco in a most possessive way, whispers promises and even more promises, not forgetting to close the door behind him.
The soft click of a lock is heard in the deafening silence, and they’re the safest they’ve ever been.
finis
very well done. :)
That said, I'd like to offer a bit of constructive criticism for you to think about. Generally, when you're writing something, you're telling a story. And, generally speaking, when you're telling a story, it's already happened. Therefore, things should be written in past tanse. If you look at novels, I don't think I've seen one yet that's been written in present tense. This fic, being an exception, doesn't need it. it works very well as present tense, because it's not exactly a story...it's more a series of thoughts or feelings, and it's very cool. (And I was a little startled to find that i loved it, since i usually don't get past the first paragraph when it's done in present tense...you're gifted. ;) )However, if you ever consider a longer story, with an intricate plot, consider writting it in past tense. it'll help the flow along as well as being easier for you to write and your readers to understand.
*hugs* Please, take this advice in the spirit that it's meant and don't be offended!! I mean nothing but the best! *read as "I wish someone had cared enough about my fanfic when I first started to tell me that it was confusing and strange to read"* ;)
Oh, and one more thing...of course getting feedback is rewarding! :-D People are reading something that you've put out for consumption. It's like an extension of yourself, a tiny bit of your heart and soul. Compliments make you glow and flames hurt like a sonofab*tch. May you never receive a flame (or, if you have to, receive one in a public forum where your loyal readers can pounce on the person and force-feed them vomit flavored Bertie Bott's!!!)
Hugs,
TW
PS: I lied. NOW it's one more thing. Would you be willing to let me archive this and your future fiction on my webarchive, The Bottom of the Bottle (http://members.fortunecity.com/bottomofthebottle)? I wouldn't suggest trying the link, because, at the moment, there's nothing there. My husband has yet to upload anything, which is probably because we don't have a single fic linked up, though we have a whole bunch formatted...go figure. EIther way, that's the site, there's the link, pretty please? *bats eyelashes* ~TW
Re: very well done. :)
And of course you can archive my future fiction! I have to say I am very, very flattered that you want to archive what I write. :) I had such a sucky day at school, then I went to the library to check my account, saw your comment, and smiled the rest of the day. :D thanks for caring enough to do this at all, and I hope to read some of your stuff as well! Oh. I am friending you, I hope you don’t mind. :)