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Title: A Bitter Pill to Swallow (5/6)
Author: Me!![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lusiology
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC-17 over all
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: No ownership, no money
Word count: 819
Beta: not yet
Summary: Harry is a leader, hero, loyal friend and lover. Harry is also exceedingly jealous of Draco, which has consequences for everyone.
Concrit is accepted and appreciated
Earlier parts found here.
Ahead of Harry several stone steps appeared out of the shadows, revealed by the glow of the Lumos. A small smile of relief tugged at the corners of his mouth, he had finally reached the entrance that would take him back into the base. There appeared to be no smoke in this part of the passage so Harry removed the Bubble-Head Charm; he didn’t like the way it moved as he walked along, pressing against his head if he stumbled and enveloping his face like a shroud for the living.
Holding his wand in his teeth, Harry wiped his now sweating palms on his thighs. He grasped his wand in his right hand, took a deep breath and muttered the first part of the incantation that would open the concealed entrance. The silvery outline of a large rectangle, wall height but not quite as wide, briefly flared to life.
~*~
Tamping down on the pain that threatened to cloud his mind and his judgement once again, Draco slowly stood. Turning around he set to work quickly, sweeping his wand over the door while he cast a series of complex Locking Charms, followed by a new variation of the Confundus Charm designed for use in an enclosed space rather than on people to prevent his immediate discovery should someone gain entry.
Feeling less vulnerable, Draco crossed the lobby and opened the door to one of the small store rooms; it appeared to contain various sized jars and bottles of what looked like potions ingredients and medical supplies neatly stacked on shelves against the back wall. Stepping up to the shelves, Draco placed his left palm on to a slight depression between two large jars of burn-healing paste. The wood beneath his palm grew warmer until it began to glow the colour of embers without the heat.
A faint hum filled the room. Draco stepped back to allow the shelves to swing open, revealing a narrow section of wall. He pointed his wand at the top left corner of the hidden wall and was just about to run the Tracing Spell he and Harry had developed around the perimeter to see who had recently used this exit when he felt a distinct build up of magic emanating from the other side.
Someone was trying to come through.
Heart in his mouth, Draco quickly pushed the shelves back into position and left the store room. Back in the rear lobby he once again cast a Disillusionment Charm, not being sure of whom the impending visitor was or of the reception he’d receive, and stood with his feet planted slightly apart, eyes fixed firmly on the store room entrance.
His stomach tied itself in knots as adrenalin once again flowed through his body. Some people hated it, but Draco loved the sensation of anticipation that went with covert operations. Gripping his wand even more tightly, he pointed it at his target, the store room door, ready for a confrontation should the need arise.
~*~
When the silvery outline had faded, Harry pointed his wand at the centre of a large crescent-shaped design etched into the middle of the wall. He and Draco had taken the design from a Pictish symbol stone they had once seen in Scotland; Draco had thought it appropriate to their situation. Together they had woven much protective magic into the symbol as they created it.
Saying the final part of the opening incantation, Harry watched the lines within the symbol glow like molten gold then vanish just as the wall began to move, sliding soundlessly into a recess Harry knew was there, just to the left of him in the gloom. A sharp pang of regret caused his stomach to clench at the thought of the two of them, amongst others, designing and constructing the escape route for the base – not that he ever thought he would be using it.
The shelves before him swung open. Harry made his way to the door and looked through the spy hole, only visible from inside the small room. The lobby seemed to be clear. “Nox,” Harry whispered, extinguishing the Lumos. Holding his wand firmly, he opened the door and cautiously stepped out, scanning the area once again as he did so. Detecting nothing untoward he began to stride across the lobby with purpose, a look of grim determination on his face.
“You appear to be going the wrong way unless, of course, you’re on a suicide mission.”
Harry froze then whirled around, wand arm outstretched, his eyes frantically searching the empty space before him. Was his imagination playing tricks on him, or had he just heard Draco’s voice? Detecting a slight disturbance in the air before him, Harry raised his arm and pointed his wand toward it.
“Show yourself,” he demanded.
There was a murmured “Finite”, a faint shimmer, and then Draco stood before him, wand pointed directly at his heart.
~*~
Part six
Title: A Bitter Pill to Swallow (5/6)
Author: Me!
lusiologyPairing: H/D
Rating: NC-17 over all
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: No ownership, no money
Word count: 819
Beta: not yet
Summary: Harry is a leader, hero, loyal friend and lover. Harry is also exceedingly jealous of Draco, which has consequences for everyone.
Concrit is accepted and appreciated
Earlier parts found here.
Ahead of Harry several stone steps appeared out of the shadows, revealed by the glow of the Lumos. A small smile of relief tugged at the corners of his mouth, he had finally reached the entrance that would take him back into the base. There appeared to be no smoke in this part of the passage so Harry removed the Bubble-Head Charm; he didn’t like the way it moved as he walked along, pressing against his head if he stumbled and enveloping his face like a shroud for the living.
Holding his wand in his teeth, Harry wiped his now sweating palms on his thighs. He grasped his wand in his right hand, took a deep breath and muttered the first part of the incantation that would open the concealed entrance. The silvery outline of a large rectangle, wall height but not quite as wide, briefly flared to life.
~*~
Tamping down on the pain that threatened to cloud his mind and his judgement once again, Draco slowly stood. Turning around he set to work quickly, sweeping his wand over the door while he cast a series of complex Locking Charms, followed by a new variation of the Confundus Charm designed for use in an enclosed space rather than on people to prevent his immediate discovery should someone gain entry.
Feeling less vulnerable, Draco crossed the lobby and opened the door to one of the small store rooms; it appeared to contain various sized jars and bottles of what looked like potions ingredients and medical supplies neatly stacked on shelves against the back wall. Stepping up to the shelves, Draco placed his left palm on to a slight depression between two large jars of burn-healing paste. The wood beneath his palm grew warmer until it began to glow the colour of embers without the heat.
A faint hum filled the room. Draco stepped back to allow the shelves to swing open, revealing a narrow section of wall. He pointed his wand at the top left corner of the hidden wall and was just about to run the Tracing Spell he and Harry had developed around the perimeter to see who had recently used this exit when he felt a distinct build up of magic emanating from the other side.
Someone was trying to come through.
Heart in his mouth, Draco quickly pushed the shelves back into position and left the store room. Back in the rear lobby he once again cast a Disillusionment Charm, not being sure of whom the impending visitor was or of the reception he’d receive, and stood with his feet planted slightly apart, eyes fixed firmly on the store room entrance.
His stomach tied itself in knots as adrenalin once again flowed through his body. Some people hated it, but Draco loved the sensation of anticipation that went with covert operations. Gripping his wand even more tightly, he pointed it at his target, the store room door, ready for a confrontation should the need arise.
~*~
When the silvery outline had faded, Harry pointed his wand at the centre of a large crescent-shaped design etched into the middle of the wall. He and Draco had taken the design from a Pictish symbol stone they had once seen in Scotland; Draco had thought it appropriate to their situation. Together they had woven much protective magic into the symbol as they created it.
Saying the final part of the opening incantation, Harry watched the lines within the symbol glow like molten gold then vanish just as the wall began to move, sliding soundlessly into a recess Harry knew was there, just to the left of him in the gloom. A sharp pang of regret caused his stomach to clench at the thought of the two of them, amongst others, designing and constructing the escape route for the base – not that he ever thought he would be using it.
The shelves before him swung open. Harry made his way to the door and looked through the spy hole, only visible from inside the small room. The lobby seemed to be clear. “Nox,” Harry whispered, extinguishing the Lumos. Holding his wand firmly, he opened the door and cautiously stepped out, scanning the area once again as he did so. Detecting nothing untoward he began to stride across the lobby with purpose, a look of grim determination on his face.
“You appear to be going the wrong way unless, of course, you’re on a suicide mission.”
Harry froze then whirled around, wand arm outstretched, his eyes frantically searching the empty space before him. Was his imagination playing tricks on him, or had he just heard Draco’s voice? Detecting a slight disturbance in the air before him, Harry raised his arm and pointed his wand toward it.
“Show yourself,” he demanded.
There was a murmured “Finite”, a faint shimmer, and then Draco stood before him, wand pointed directly at his heart.
~*~
Part six
