Challenges Begun
The First Challenge
"Potter."
"Malfoy."
Harry sighed, turning his head, returning his eyes to the dark, starless sky.
This had to be the first time in years, seeing the black sky- blank, lifeless and devoid of stars . . . either that . . . or he'd lived too long within the halls of Hogwarts or in the barred, boarded-up windows of a bare room.
"Go 'way Malfoy, I don't want to deal with you right now."
He wasn't too surprised at having silence as his reply.
His back streaked with a brief pain, the cracked rib still needed more time to heal . . . maybe another minute or so would do it . . .
"I didn't come here to deal with you Potter." Came Draco's cold voice.
Had it always been so cold- Malfoy's voice? Hadn't it been alive with malice and sneering loath? Yes, it had, but it'd never been so cold . . . lifeless.
"Then why did you come?"
A pale, bandaged hand raised a burning cigarette to chapped lips; he inhaled deeply; green-eyes closing with the sensation.
"Have you gone daft Potter-? You're the one who gave me the note to come up here in the first place-" he broke off.
He exhaled the smoke, staring up at the black sky again.
"You're right . . . you always seem to be . . . "
A pause.
"-especially when I never wanted you to be."
Harry took another drag from the cigarette, pleased at the soft sizzling sound as the tabacco burned.
"He's using me . . . no surprise really."
He could feel Malfoy's confusion burning into the back of his head.
"Albus . . . Headmaster Dumbledore I mean . . . " Harry smiled, no happiness behind it. "He's been setting me up from the start . . . "
"Setting them up . . . and knocking them down . . . like dominoes maybe . . . more strategy like chess . . . or Risk . . . "
"What's this have to do-?" Malfoy started.
Green eyes met silver.
"When we graduate, or when you're called . . . you'll be a Death Eater . . . I know you will."
"How dare you-!"
"Malfoys are proud and powerful creatures." He spoke, turning the subject, albeit unintentionally.
The silver-haired Slytherin fell silent, what was going on with Potter?
"And Malfoys serve those with even greater power; people like Voldemort . . . "
Harry tilted his head to the side as he studied Draco Malfoy's lithe, robe- clad form.
"But you're all so blind . . . "
" . . . blind . . . blind . . . blind." he echoed himself, flicking the cigarette out the tower window.
"You see . . . you're so stuck on the one powerful person . . . the one who's flailing about like a fish out of water . . . attracting everyone's attention with it's foolish actions . . . that you don't see the other . . . " Harry sighed, standing up and walking towards Malfoy.
He stopped just short of kissing him; there bodies vaguely brushing against each other.
"Think of Voldemort as that fish . . . as he flails about. Killing people in terms of genocide . . . " Harry breathed into one ear, pulling back as he in turn whispered into the other;
"Now think of the other . . . the quiet, silent one . . . the one who does not flaunt his power . . . does not attract attention . . . " Harry spoke softly, wrapping his arms around Malfoy's still, unmoving form.
"They always say those who speak loudest, are weakest." He murmured, nuzzling into Draco's neck, not at all surprised to hear the pale boy's heartbeat so frantic.
"And who, Draco;" harry paused, "Who speaks the loudest? Tell me."
A long silence filled the room until Malfoy drew a shaking breath, a single word escaping his suddenly dry lips,
"Voldemort."
"Exactly." He breathed into the pale neck.
"And the silent one . . . ?"
"Is me." Harry answered his own question.
This got a reaction from the other boy; he shoved the Gryffindor away from him, looking at him with a sneer; "Aren't you getting a bit full of yourself, eh Potter?"
"No." was the simple response.
"I've no room for an ego nor self-pride."
"I live without those things, and that leaves me with nothing but truth . . . " Harry smiled then, but the curved lips did not match the flat emerald eyes.
"Do I need to prove it to you . . . Malfoy? Do I have to prove my worth to gain your eternal servitude?" Harry paused, stepping towards Malfoy, "Proving it to you as Voldemort bribed Lucius with promises of wealth and power beyond his dreams . . . ?"
"I don't believe you Potter." Draco spoke suddenly, taking a step back; "I will not swear my loyalties to you, never."
"That doesn't really matter Draco," Harry dismissed passively, "You'll swear yourself to me because Malfoys are bound to serve the highest power . . . it's in your blood to do so . . . the blood that courses through your veins . . . "
A brief silence fell before Harry picked up his own conversation, not at all bothered by the fact that he had cornered Malfoy.
"I doubt you bothered to actually research the family name of yours . . . did you?" Harry questioned, a sudden, intense light coming into his eyes as he continued to stare at Malfoy.
Draco opened his mouth to answer, but Harry didn't care to hear it, "Way back in ancient times . . . the first Malfoys had sworn not only themselves, but there future descendants and offspring to the one and only ruling overlord of the seven realms . . . " he trailed off momentarily, reliving moments ago.
"Or at least, that's what the Overlord was led to believe, that the one pureblood family would forever serve him and his blood . . . But at the ceremony; a few defining words . . . and the Malfoys would forever serve those with the most power . . . "
It was then that Harry began to chuckle, his eyes still blank, somehow dead compared to the laughs coming from his lips.
"I may be Dumbledore's pawn Draco," Harry spoke quietly, "But not for long . . . for I grow tired of this game and of this charade-"
"Don't look at me like that Malfoy- You know the mask I refer too, that Golden-Child of Gryffindor with the model parents that died ever-so- valiantly in the hopes of saving my life."
"Wha-"
"Now, tomorrow, I drop the masks," He murmured, heading for the stairs, turning at the doorway, catching the silver eyes for a moment;
"-and tomorrow, I will prove my power . . . and then you will kneel before me feet, pledging yourself to me . . . forever."
Draco was left alone in the cold tower for a long while as he then contemplated the weight of one Harry Potter's words . . . and the effects they would soon have upon his life.
Now, I'm not asking you to review, you can if you want, but the title of this is indeed what this story is, a challenge- to you, to anyone who decides to read this; the challenge is to create a D/H fanfic based before, after, or during this scene.
I don't have any possible prizes to give for I can't think of any, basically it's to see if anyone can do it, and if they want to do it, out of fun or proving they can do it by besting what's up here.
If you do decide to do it, post a review of 'yes I'm gonna try' or somethin along those lines along with an id name so I can check to see when it's posted or not . . .
*blank* Asides . . . if I can think of anymore 'Flits' as I'll now dub these wee challenge thingummies, I'll post them here as additional chapters and the like . . .
The First Challenge
"Potter."
"Malfoy."
Harry sighed, turning his head, returning his eyes to the dark, starless sky.
This had to be the first time in years, seeing the black sky- blank, lifeless and devoid of stars . . . either that . . . or he'd lived too long within the halls of Hogwarts or in the barred, boarded-up windows of a bare room.
"Go 'way Malfoy, I don't want to deal with you right now."
He wasn't too surprised at having silence as his reply.
His back streaked with a brief pain, the cracked rib still needed more time to heal . . . maybe another minute or so would do it . . .
"I didn't come here to deal with you Potter." Came Draco's cold voice.
Had it always been so cold- Malfoy's voice? Hadn't it been alive with malice and sneering loath? Yes, it had, but it'd never been so cold . . . lifeless.
"Then why did you come?"
A pale, bandaged hand raised a burning cigarette to chapped lips; he inhaled deeply; green-eyes closing with the sensation.
"Have you gone daft Potter-? You're the one who gave me the note to come up here in the first place-" he broke off.
He exhaled the smoke, staring up at the black sky again.
"You're right . . . you always seem to be . . . "
A pause.
"-especially when I never wanted you to be."
Harry took another drag from the cigarette, pleased at the soft sizzling sound as the tabacco burned.
"He's using me . . . no surprise really."
He could feel Malfoy's confusion burning into the back of his head.
"Albus . . . Headmaster Dumbledore I mean . . . " Harry smiled, no happiness behind it. "He's been setting me up from the start . . . "
"Setting them up . . . and knocking them down . . . like dominoes maybe . . . more strategy like chess . . . or Risk . . . "
"What's this have to do-?" Malfoy started.
Green eyes met silver.
"When we graduate, or when you're called . . . you'll be a Death Eater . . . I know you will."
"How dare you-!"
"Malfoys are proud and powerful creatures." He spoke, turning the subject, albeit unintentionally.
The silver-haired Slytherin fell silent, what was going on with Potter?
"And Malfoys serve those with even greater power; people like Voldemort . . . "
Harry tilted his head to the side as he studied Draco Malfoy's lithe, robe- clad form.
"But you're all so blind . . . "
" . . . blind . . . blind . . . blind." he echoed himself, flicking the cigarette out the tower window.
"You see . . . you're so stuck on the one powerful person . . . the one who's flailing about like a fish out of water . . . attracting everyone's attention with it's foolish actions . . . that you don't see the other . . . " Harry sighed, standing up and walking towards Malfoy.
He stopped just short of kissing him; there bodies vaguely brushing against each other.
"Think of Voldemort as that fish . . . as he flails about. Killing people in terms of genocide . . . " Harry breathed into one ear, pulling back as he in turn whispered into the other;
"Now think of the other . . . the quiet, silent one . . . the one who does not flaunt his power . . . does not attract attention . . . " Harry spoke softly, wrapping his arms around Malfoy's still, unmoving form.
"They always say those who speak loudest, are weakest." He murmured, nuzzling into Draco's neck, not at all surprised to hear the pale boy's heartbeat so frantic.
"And who, Draco;" harry paused, "Who speaks the loudest? Tell me."
A long silence filled the room until Malfoy drew a shaking breath, a single word escaping his suddenly dry lips,
"Voldemort."
"Exactly." He breathed into the pale neck.
"And the silent one . . . ?"
"Is me." Harry answered his own question.
This got a reaction from the other boy; he shoved the Gryffindor away from him, looking at him with a sneer; "Aren't you getting a bit full of yourself, eh Potter?"
"No." was the simple response.
"I've no room for an ego nor self-pride."
"I live without those things, and that leaves me with nothing but truth . . . " Harry smiled then, but the curved lips did not match the flat emerald eyes.
"Do I need to prove it to you . . . Malfoy? Do I have to prove my worth to gain your eternal servitude?" Harry paused, stepping towards Malfoy, "Proving it to you as Voldemort bribed Lucius with promises of wealth and power beyond his dreams . . . ?"
"I don't believe you Potter." Draco spoke suddenly, taking a step back; "I will not swear my loyalties to you, never."
"That doesn't really matter Draco," Harry dismissed passively, "You'll swear yourself to me because Malfoys are bound to serve the highest power . . . it's in your blood to do so . . . the blood that courses through your veins . . . "
A brief silence fell before Harry picked up his own conversation, not at all bothered by the fact that he had cornered Malfoy.
"I doubt you bothered to actually research the family name of yours . . . did you?" Harry questioned, a sudden, intense light coming into his eyes as he continued to stare at Malfoy.
Draco opened his mouth to answer, but Harry didn't care to hear it, "Way back in ancient times . . . the first Malfoys had sworn not only themselves, but there future descendants and offspring to the one and only ruling overlord of the seven realms . . . " he trailed off momentarily, reliving moments ago.
"Or at least, that's what the Overlord was led to believe, that the one pureblood family would forever serve him and his blood . . . But at the ceremony; a few defining words . . . and the Malfoys would forever serve those with the most power . . . "
It was then that Harry began to chuckle, his eyes still blank, somehow dead compared to the laughs coming from his lips.
"I may be Dumbledore's pawn Draco," Harry spoke quietly, "But not for long . . . for I grow tired of this game and of this charade-"
"Don't look at me like that Malfoy- You know the mask I refer too, that Golden-Child of Gryffindor with the model parents that died ever-so- valiantly in the hopes of saving my life."
"Wha-"
"Now, tomorrow, I drop the masks," He murmured, heading for the stairs, turning at the doorway, catching the silver eyes for a moment;
"-and tomorrow, I will prove my power . . . and then you will kneel before me feet, pledging yourself to me . . . forever."
Draco was left alone in the cold tower for a long while as he then contemplated the weight of one Harry Potter's words . . . and the effects they would soon have upon his life.
Now, I'm not asking you to review, you can if you want, but the title of this is indeed what this story is, a challenge- to you, to anyone who decides to read this; the challenge is to create a D/H fanfic based before, after, or during this scene.
I don't have any possible prizes to give for I can't think of any, basically it's to see if anyone can do it, and if they want to do it, out of fun or proving they can do it by besting what's up here.
If you do decide to do it, post a review of 'yes I'm gonna try' or somethin along those lines along with an id name so I can check to see when it's posted or not . . .
*blank* Asides . . . if I can think of anymore 'Flits' as I'll now dub these wee challenge thingummies, I'll post them here as additional chapters and the like . . .