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Title: The Second Sin (2/7 of The Seven Sins Arc)
Author: Aoife Malfoy [livejournal.com profile] aoifene
Pairing: Eventual H/D
Genre: Dark Humour
Rating: NC-17 for language, violence and sex (in later chapters)
Beta: the always lovely [livejournal.com profile] jamie2109
Warnings: AU. Post HBP. (Yes, going old school)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is property of JKR, only borrowing for my own twisted means.
Dedication: Happy Birthday to my darling, [livejournal.com profile] kit84! It really does seem like you need to turn older to get an installment of the Seven Sins arc! *laughs* Here is part 2. I do hope you enjoy your day! Love you!

o1 | o2 | o3 | o4 | o5 | o6 | o7


o2- | Wrath

“This is where you’ll be staying. I’m afraid it’s never been cleaned out since we set up here,” Remus explained as he pushed the door open.

Draco wrinkled his nose at the room. Well, at least someone had good taste, he thought as he inspected the green and silver tapestry that ran along the wall. Everywhere he turned he could see Slytherin colours, even the bedding. “This will do,” he stated magnanimously. From what he could surmise Lupin was the sanest of all the people in this house and a worthy ally, it would be in his best interest to stay on the werewolf’s good side.

Remus gave him a small smile before turning to leave. “I’ll leave you to it then. Oh and I’m afraid I have to lock you in.” His smile turned apologetic. “They still don’t completely trust you yet but just be patient and they’ll come around.”

“I highly doubt that,” Draco mumbled under his breath. “How the hell am I supposed to go to the loo?” he demanded heatedly,

“I’m sure Regulus had a bathroom in his suite.” Remus looked around for a moment before spotting it. “There you are!” He grinned triumphantly. “Problem solved.”

“Not quite,” Draco grumbled, remembering that the werewolf meant to lock him in for Merlin knows how long. But there was nothing for it. Truth be told, if the pack of Gryffindors had actually welcomed him with open arms and not this suspicious hostility, he’d lose the minute amount of faith he had in them. After all, how could this side win the war if they were that gullible?

“You said Regulus owned this room? Would that be Regulus Black per chance?” he asked curiously.

“Yes. He was Sirius’ brother,” Remus replied slowly. “How well did you know the Blacks?”

“Not much. Mum never really liked to talk about it,” Draco answered him easily. “By the time I was born there wasn’t much left of that family. My Aunt Bellatrix was in Azkaban and my Aunt Andromeda was disowned. My cousins, Sirius and Regulus, well you know their fates better than I do.” He shrugged. “I’m assuming I’m in the Black Family estate?”

Remus nodded. “Feel free to explore the room. Like I said, it hasn’t gotten a lot of use so I bet a lot of Regulus’ things would still be here.” He looked at him thoughtfully. “It may be interesting for you to find out a little bit more about this side of the family.”

“Are you sure you want me to do that?” Draco raised an eyebrow loftily. “After all, didn’t he grow up to be a Death Eater?”

“Something like that.” Remus shrugged easily and smiled mysteriously. “Good night, Draco. I’ll come collect you tomorrow for breakfast.”

Well that was odd, he thought in bemusement as he stared at the closed door. Shaking his head and determining to ponder the weirdness of cryptic werewolves for another day, he surveyed his room once again. Grimacing at the thick layer of dust that coated everything, he spelled his bag to its original size and placed it gingerly on the floor. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that at least the bed had clean linens and looked quite comfortable. He was about to succumb to the temptation of sprawling facedown on the inviting duvet when the door suddenly burst open.

A furious Harry Potter stood framed in the doorway.

Growling in frustration, Draco quickly turned around to face his intruder. “By the gods, don’t you people have the common decency to knock?”

Potter merely cocked an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize I had to knock in my own house.”

“Your house? YOUR house?” Draco echoed incredulously. Of all the most obnoxious and arrogant things to say! How dare the boy claim the entire house as his own just because his precious Order was sequestered in it! He had no right! It was a Black family estate! If anyone had a right to ownership, it would be him! He was half Black after all!

“Yes, Malfoy. My house or have you suddenly gone deaf?” Potter smirked. “I inherited it when your bitch of an aunt killed Sirius.” His hands curled into fists at the recollection.

“Ah well, that’s Aunt Bella for you.” He shrugged carelessly. “Mad as hatter that one and twice as evil.”

Potter blinked at him. “You’re not going to defend her? Run that stupid little mouth of yours about how brilliant she is and how her pureblood self is ten times worth more than my godfather?” He snarled.

“Um no.” Draco rolled his eyes. “In case you’ve missed it, Potter. She’s actually part of the merry band of Death Eaters who are out to kill me so excuse me if I don’t feel like defending her right now.”

“So you’re telling me you’ve defected from Voldemort? That you’re here to join our side?” Potter raised an eyebrow.

“Merlin’s balls, you’re dense! Of course not!” Draco rolled his eyes. “Defecting from that red eyed insane megalomaniac means I was willingly in league with him in the first place, which I am not. And me join the side of good? My god, Potter, do you want the whole universe to implode?”

Potter made a noise between a snort and laugh and looked quite horrified at himself for finding something he said as funny. Now normally, Draco would’ve taken that and run with it but right now he just didn’t have the energy. It was late and he still felt vaguely nauseated from all the Veritaserum that he’d ingested on an empty stomach.

“It’s nearly three o’clock in the morning, Potter, and much as I liked to stand here and argue with you until one of us gives up or dies, I would very much like to sleep.”

“Fine,” Potter conceded but for good measure he added, “I’m watching you, Malfoy. If you so much as breathe the wrong way on someone, I will-“

“Disembowel me, strangle me with your bare hands, hand me over to the Death Eaters, feed me to your pet Hippogriff and so on and so forth.” Draco yawned as he climbed into his bed, sighing contently as he burrowed underneath the covers. He didn’t even care that he was still in his robes or that a deranged Gryffindor with anger management issues was currently looming in his doorway. He just wanted to sleep.

“As long as you know that,” Potter shot back weakly but only got a high-pitched and undoubtedly fake snore for his troubles.

Potter snorted as he turned away, “I knew you’d snore like a foghorn.”

“Malfoys don’t snore!” Draco sat up, offended as he aimed the pillow at the petulant bastard’s head but Potter already left the room and the pillow bounced harmlessly off the door. Potter’s quiet snickers resounded through the still air.

Draco could still hear the mocking sound ringing in his ears when he finally succumbed to fitful slumber.

-------------------

He awoke to the most wonderful smell in the world. He licked his gummy lips as he sat up slowly. The world slowly came into focus as the reason why he was waking up in an unfamiliar bed dawned on him. Grimacing as his stomach growled once more, he pushed off the covers. They better fucking fetch him for breakfast like the werewolf said they would! He wasn’t going to starve just because they were disbelieving idiots. He was halfway across the room, his fists clenched and his legs set in a determined stride when the door flew open.

He glared at the wand pointed at him. “You realize I don’t have one. Your lot took it away last night.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t put it past you to-“

“To what, Potter? Assault you with pillows? Strangle you with the bed sheets? While I admit this would be a completely amusing and supremely undignified way for you to die, you don’t have to worry your poor little scarred head. You’re safe from a death by duvet.” He smirked even harder at the sight of Potter’s darkening scowl.

“Don’t you ever knock it off? Isn’t there some off button on you that will shut your snarky little mouth?” Potter growled as he motioned with his wand, ushering Draco out of the room.

“My acerbic wit is something I do flawlessly, Potter. I am not surprised that you can’t appreciate it,” Draco replied haughtily as he marched out off the room, quelling the ridiculous urge to ask what in Merlin’s name an ’off button’ was. No doubt it was something Muggle and therefore stupid.

“Keep it going and I’ll make sure your breakfast wouldn’t be something you can appreciate,” Potter snapped back angrily.

“My, you’re touchy today! More so than usual. What has you all riled up? Fight with the Weasellette? Or perhaps unrequited lust towards the Mudblood?” He was about to say more but Potter’s fat fist collided with the side of his face and the rest of his words were lost in the blinding pain.

“Don’t you ever call her that again! Do you hear me? I don’t give a flying fuck who sent you or what bloody side you’re on. You will not utter that rubbish in my house!” Potter snarled as he backed Draco further into the wall. His words dripped with venom as his eyes glittered with barely contained rage.

Draco had never seen him look so angry, so out of control. And all for an insult that was years old? He didn’t think so. Getting to Potter had never been this easy. It was unnerving and it made him wonder just exactly what was going on in this house. After all if this side’s champion was off his nut then he was better off on his own! He decided to push him even further and see what happened. Maybe then he would be able to see the thing responsible for such change.

“There you go again, owning things that aren’t yours!” He scoffed, turning up his nose in that haughty calculated way he knew would have Potter frothing at the mouth.

“Sirius gave me this house so yes it is mine, and you will follow the rules,” Potter shot back angrily.

“Black gave you this house?” He shook his head, a vicious smile twisting his features. “What did you do, Potter? Suck his cock? Bend over your bony white arse and OW!” Draco’s head snapped back at the force of the punch. Bastard really didn’t pull on that one!

“Don’t you ever talk about my godfather that way, you disgusting sick twisted little-“ Potter was literally shaking with anger.

“How the fuck was I supposed to know you were so fond of him? I know he was your godfather, Potter but Merlin, he did betray your parents you know!” Draco spat angrily, wiping the blood trickling from his lip in disgust. Utterly barbaric! The boy was a nuisance and should be locked away from polite company!

A sharp bark of laughter interrupted his enraged train of thought and he turned in disbelief at the sound. Had Potter completely gone mad? His eyes widened even further at the spectacle the boy was making of himself. Potter’s shoulders were shaking so badly from his hilarity that it forced him to lean on the wall for support. The hallway echoed with the sound of his boisterous laughter, a touch too shrill to ever be mistaken for something less than hysterical. Tears were streaming down his face and his eyes were screwed up in a spectacularly unsuccessful attempt at some semblance of composure.

Oh honestly! Draco snorted as he crossed his arms. “I don’t bloody well see what’s funny! Unless of course, me getting my flawless skin smashed by your ham hocked fist is worth endless amount of perverse-“

“You don’t know a damn thing, do you Malfoy?” Potter asked him brusquely and oddly enough it was still accompanied by the shadow of a smile. “Not a single bloody thing!” He chuckled as tried to push past him but Draco was having none of it.

“Well, while I am oblivious to some things, like the reason why you just now suddenly burst into guffaws over the mention of your parent’s brutal death and inherent betrayal of their best friend or perhaps the reason why we all expect a shoddy barking Gryffindor pushover to save us from the embodiment of serpentine evil, I do know that-“

“My parents weren’t betrayed by Sirius.” Potter cut him off again and didn’t even flinch at the glare he received for his rudeness. “It was Pettigrew. And the fact you didn’t know, well, that just might buy you a morning free of unpleasant hexes over the breakfast table.”

“You wouldn’t be so brave it had my wand in hand and I could-“

“Oh give over, will you?” Potter shook his head wearily. “If you hadn’t noticed it, you’re in my house, seeking my protection or at the very least the Order’s. We’re in the middle of a war with an insane snake faced bastard who happens to lunch with your father daily.” He ran a tired hand through his hair. “You’re not a Death Eater and you never will be. So stop acting like you want to be one when you clearly don’t.”

“Fine.”

The word was begrudgingly spat out after a moment of silence, one that surprisingly enough was devoid of the tension brewing a mere five minutes ago. Even more astonishing was the fact that Potter did nothing other than offer a soft reply of the same word before leading him in equal silence down to the kitchen.

Draco shook his head as he followed. His stomach resumed its embarrassing growling as he trudged downstairs, the smell and sight of food making him forget that he never did find out why Potter was so angry in the first place.


TBC...
o3- Sloth | Acedia




**The Second Sin according to the writings of Christian monk, Evagrius Ponticus, was Ira or Wrath. It is said to be the second of the seven deadly sins that lead to damnation. Wrath is said to be invoked by the demon, Satan, and eternal punishment is in the form of endless dismemberment.

-The Seven Deadly Sins by Wikipedia.org

AN: Hope you all enjoyed and yes, I am aware I am taking my sweet arse time with this fic. So according to my calculations, the Seven Sins arc will be completed after 3 more of [livejournal.com profile] kit84’s birthdays! LOL

Date: 2008-08-20 07:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evertruth.livejournal.com
Your Draco is so perfect. I love this.

Date: 2008-08-21 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aoifene.livejournal.com
*grins* I do love writing this particular Draco. He is so deliciously wicked. Thanks for reading!

Date: 2008-08-20 01:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jamie2109.livejournal.com
I really love this and Draco's voice especially. Well done and I might just have to hound you for the next instalment, I can't wait until its birthday next year lol. *smooshes*

Date: 2008-08-21 03:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aoifene.livejournal.com
Meep! :) I better get on this then! *kicks muse's arse* LOL

Glad you did and thanks again for beta-ing! :)

Date: 2008-08-20 05:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melusinahp.livejournal.com
The interaction between them is perfect. They contrast each other so well. I am loving this.

Date: 2008-08-21 03:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aoifene.livejournal.com
M glad you enjoyed it! This Draco has always been one of my favourite kind to write! Thanks for reading!

Date: 2008-08-20 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kit84.livejournal.com
*squees and claps hands*

YAYAYAY!!! Can I have another birthday next week? :p

Ohhhh or I could have half birthdays?

I know how long this has taken you, and yet I still adore the characterisations as much now as when you posted the seventh first one ♥

I especially adore this bit :


“To what, Potter? Assault you with pillows? Strangle you with the bed sheets? While I admit this would be a completely amusing and supremely undignified way for you to die, you don’t have to worry your poor little scarred head. You’re safe from a death by duvet.” He smirked even harder at the sight of Potter’s darkening scowl.

“Don’t you ever knock it off? Isn’t there some off button on you that will shut your snarky little mouth?” Potter growled as he motioned with his wand, ushering Draco out of the room.

“My acerbic wit is something I do flawlessly, Potter. I am not surprised that you can’t appreciate it,” Draco replied haughtily as he marched out off the room, quelling the ridiculous urge to ask what in Merlin’s name an ’off button’ was. No doubt it was something Muggle and therefore stupid.


*squishes fic* I loves it, thank you :-* ♥ ♥

Date: 2008-08-21 03:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aoifene.livejournal.com
I am so relieved you enjoyed it! YAY! I was worrying that the characterizations are off since it has been years since the other parts but I'm glad you don't seem to think so! :) Draco! logic sometimes does make my head hurt! LOL :)


You're welcome, hon! ♥

Date: 2008-08-21 01:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bryoneybrynn.livejournal.com
Shut up! You have new fic and I didn't know??

Okay, this is a useless comment because I haven't read it - I'm totally saving it as a reward for finishing my hd_inspired but I had to write and squee just for the existence of it!

Man, I swear I'm not creepy - just enthusiastic! lol

Date: 2008-08-22 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aoifene.livejournal.com
*laughs* Yes, they are so very rare for me, huh? lol I am quite happy that I was able to get this out m'self!

*shakes head* Not creepy at all, hon! I love your enthusiasm, it makes me beam like an idiot. lol

Date: 2008-08-22 09:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] monster-o-love.livejournal.com
Draco is just so damn witty and I'm so soo in love!!! *sigh* I haven't read the last-chapters-first and started from chpt 1 so as not to make myself insane... well, More insane to be precise. Therefore I have a very strong urge to knock the golden trio's heads together like a bunch of coconuts. Although I would leave Harry's head just a little un-knocked so that it can be used for kissing later! And then I would give a BIG hug to Remus. Yay for spot-on awesome character realizations and absolutely brilliant dialogue for Draco!!! I'm really curious as to what he'll find when he explores his room a bit more. Perhaps some jewellery...??? Please, please spend considerably less than a year to write the next chapter!!! Pretty please??

Date: 2008-08-23 03:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aoifene.livejournal.com
:) I always loved this Draco so it's always a blast to take him out to play. :) M glad you liked the characterizations and yes, saving the end chapters I think is wise :) That way you get the full story :) M trying! lol

Thanks for reading
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Date: 2008-08-23 03:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aoifene.livejournal.com
The Sixth Sin was the first one I wrote and it was supposed to be just a one-shot deal. However, the sequel The Seventh Sin followed after. But [livejournal.com profile] kit84 poked me steadily for the prequel and thus this is born. So in that sense, yes it is written out of order since First-Fifth Sin are the prequels.

Don't jump ahead! :) Trust me it's worth the development to find out.

Date: 2009-01-27 10:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] juliandahling.livejournal.com
Are the third, fourth, and fifth sins forthcoming or should I just read Sixth and Seventh Sins now? :D

Date: 2009-01-27 11:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aoifene.livejournal.com
LOL They're coming although not anytime soon since I am busy with other projects. But they will be written! LOL

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