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Title: Distant
Word count: 100
Challenge: #66 - intimate
Authors Notes: Set during sixth year. Written for
dracoharry100's challenge of intimate.
There’s an intimacy to hatred.
Just last year, he’d sit at dinner and feel grey eyes trace each hated line of his face; Harry would glare back into a face he knew as well as his own. They would stare into each other, seeing nothing else.
Now Malfoy sits there pale-faced, staring down at his left hand as it fiddles with a knife. He doesn’t glare at Harry any more, or come up with badly-planned schemes. His distraction is tangible.
Harry will find out what he’s doing. Who’s he plotting against now? Who could Malfoy possibly hate more than Harry?
Word count: 100
Challenge: #66 - intimate
Authors Notes: Set during sixth year. Written for
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There’s an intimacy to hatred.
Just last year, he’d sit at dinner and feel grey eyes trace each hated line of his face; Harry would glare back into a face he knew as well as his own. They would stare into each other, seeing nothing else.
Now Malfoy sits there pale-faced, staring down at his left hand as it fiddles with a knife. He doesn’t glare at Harry any more, or come up with badly-planned schemes. His distraction is tangible.
Harry will find out what he’s doing. Who’s he plotting against now? Who could Malfoy possibly hate more than Harry?
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Date: 2008-04-30 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-05-01 11:21 pm (UTC)I'm getting saved to memories! I don't think that's ever happened before! And this: So focused on each other and so... possessive of everything about the other, even the "hate" they feel - this is exactly it. H/D in a nutshell, which is probably why I like this drabble - I usually write silly humour for drabbles.
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Date: 2008-05-01 11:39 pm (UTC)It's exactly what I think H/D is about as well. Any piece of writing that can demonstrate this fine line, this desperate, single-minded obsession, is a masterpiece in my book.