the Dalaverse

I've had this bunny hopping around in my head for some time now, but it's especially frisky today, and it can't hurt to at least lay down a few sentences in its honor.

Slytherin Halloween party, sixth year (I would prefer it to be seventh, but I want Harry right where he is from the end of OotP). Our two favorite Gryffindor boys decide to crash it incognito. It is a haze of drugs and drinks, dancing and free love, and general Slythy behavior. They become separated, both imbibing rather large amounts of alcohol; Ron ends up loudly extolling the virtues of some obscure Quidditch strategies to girl!Blaise in one corner. She is bored, but also slightly high and rather attracted to redheads. But when she tries to seal the deal, Ron gets all flustered and guilty and runs back to Gryffindor tower, where he pounds on Hermione's door (this part was contemplated long before the revelation about the girls' dorm's inaccessibility; either that just doesn't exist here or the boys have found some way to get around it), drunkenly declaring his love for her and apologizing for the party. He is irritating, but also endearing, and Hermione settles down onto a couch with him, where he falls asleep with his head in her lap. Awww. That's my customary dose of R/Hr fluffies (is there any better kind, really?)

Harry, meanwhile, has ended up wtih Draco Malfoy in another corner. He is also drunk, and he is horny, and he is depressed, and they start snogging before Draco realizes just who he is. Harry is being a complete whore, offering himself to Draco even though he is fully (or partially; he is very, very confused) aware of who he is with. Pretty much all he wants is a warm body to lose himself with. But Draco quietly turns him down and hauls him to his unsteady feet to lug him back to his own dorm. He is not used to this unhinged, vulnerable Harry Potter; things have been different ever since the fight on the Quidditch pitch last year. His father is escaped from Azkaban but in hiding, and the pressure is on for all of the Hogwarts mini-Death Eaters. Draco, essentially a coward, does not like this, and he is not entirely sure of the stability of Voldemort's forces. So he's being forced to reconsider a lot of things.

Meanwhile, Blaise is miffed that her redheaded lout has departed, but she soon sees another one dancing and figures that one Weasley's as good as any other. I'm sorry. I have a thing for bisexual!loose!Ginny. There is a lovely three-way, possibly with Terry Boot being the third party -- haven't really given that plot point as much thought as it deserves.

So Draco is taking a rambling and stumbling Harry back to Gryffindor tower. Harry is fucked up, folks. Finally in OotP it started to show. He's hurting and he's confused and he's frightened and he's only sixteen with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He has forced himself to stay numb all summer as a means of coping, but now he manages to convey all these feelings to Draco while his tongue is loosened by inebriation. Draco is thinking hard. Harry trips and falls on the floor and won't get up; Draco finally extends a hand to him, silently. Harry says, "Isn't this familiar." Draco says nothing. They look at each other for a long time. Then Harry takes the profferred hand and stands still, very close to Draco. "You're smashed," Draco tells him. "I think I'm starting to sober up," Harry replies, and kisses him -- differently this time; this time, he means business. They sink to the ground and there is mumbling about lubrication spells and virginity and Draco tells Harry that it will hurt; Harry says that he doesn't mind because at least then he will feel something, and he starts to cry. Draco stops all activity and Harry says, "You're supposed to do this; this is what you are. It's supposed to be like this for me -- pain, death, carnage, losing it to Draco fucking Malfoy while I'm good and pissed." Draco takes umbrage at this and snaps that this is not how it should be, not for Harry and not for himself. They make the rest of the trip in silence, Harry still unsteady, Draco's arm still around his waist for support. He deposits him at the portrait hole, but before leaving, asks Harry to meet him at the Astronomy Tower the next night. Harry: "Quidditch practice." A pause. Harry again: "Night after next?" Draco: "Extra credit assignment for Snape." They look at each other and are about to give up, but Harry makes the final concession with his eyes to the floor: "The next night, then." Draco considers, and accepts; he leans in close and whispers, "As long as you promise not to make any mention of what is supposed to be."

And that's sort of the end. God. I suppose it is more complicated than I first thought.

I also got a Buffy/Faith bunny -- shocking! B/F is one of my favorite, more secret kinks/ships, but I've never been moved to write it before. It was post-Chosen and involved a tattoo parlor and an abortion. I may write it still, if I can get a good enough handle on Buffy; Faith is easier. Perhaps after watching a few more S3 eps. Also, I need to figure out how many tattoos Faith has (does this mean a repeat viewing of "Touched"? ::shudders::). It's so hard to find decent B/F! I should add!