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Title: Remembrance
Author: Lilith (![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
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Characters: Draco
Prompt: #8 Leather for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
draco100
Word Count: 100 words
Rating: Gen
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.
Draco had no time for Quidditch, as he reminded his housemates often. He had been called for bigger things, chosen by the Dark Lord himself.
But sometimes, on those nights when the wardrobe thwarted him, when magic and mechanics twisted his stiff fingers into gnarled twigs, Draco would make his lonely way to the Quidditch pitch. There, dressed in Slytherin leathers, was the only time he let himself remember. There, with his gloved hand balled into a fist, he let himself imagine stealing the Snitch from under Potter's nose. There, with only the stars to witness, he let himself hope.
Author: Lilith (
lilithilien) Characters: Draco
Prompt: #8 Leather for
draco100 Word Count: 100 words
Rating: Gen
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.
Draco had no time for Quidditch, as he reminded his housemates often. He had been called for bigger things, chosen by the Dark Lord himself.
But sometimes, on those nights when the wardrobe thwarted him, when magic and mechanics twisted his stiff fingers into gnarled twigs, Draco would make his lonely way to the Quidditch pitch. There, dressed in Slytherin leathers, was the only time he let himself remember. There, with his gloved hand balled into a fist, he let himself imagine stealing the Snitch from under Potter's nose. There, with only the stars to witness, he let himself hope.
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when magic and mechanics twisted his stiff fingers into gnarled twigs -- I love this. It's so vivid. And I loved the rhythm of the last three sentences, like we're peeling back layers to finally find the real Draco hidden away.
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*hugs Draco tight*
Poor thing. :(
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Why? *eg*
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