For day 23 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!
In the stone chamber, pétros ení, but Draco stands alone.
The others cast a funeral rosary.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Then a staircase opens into the dark.
The closest cardinal grips his shoulder. “I lift up my eyes to the hills. From whence does my help come?”
“What?”
“Do not look back.”
For day 22 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!
They give him white robes. An elm-wood rosary.
In the Clementine Chapel, Vatican wizards armour him in sacraments. Six pray the castings. The seventh guides Draco, hand-over-hand.
Bread. Wine.
He’s anointed. Sealed.
Draco’s confessor is the Bishop of Rome.
A third wedding by proxy.
Instead of holy orders, last rites.
Title: The Vault of Heaven
Author: DodgerKedavra
Prompt: Self Prompt
Summary:
“It’s a sex ritual,” Draco shouts, directly into Harry’s face. “Sex magic. The price is an offering of sexual energy. One of us has to agree to—to receive—to accept the—the enthusiastic attentions of the other, in a ritualised display of—”
Harry’s hand shoots into the air.
Draco blinks.
Then blinks again.
And then he leans back and stares, lips parted.
“Potter.” He’s exactly as soft as the singing magic. “Have you raised your hand?”
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Harry and Draco, Curse-Breaking Partners, get trapped in a Gringotts vault with a cursed orb. One of them's got to get fucked, or they both die. Harry volunteers as tribute.
Rating: Explicit
Warning(s): N/A
Word Count: 23, 387
Author's Notes: See AO3
For day 21 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!
Draco carries the cartulary to Rome in an iron-bound chest.
The first page records the baptism of Armand Malfoy at Eglise De La Trinité in Falaise, 17 June 1048.
The last page records the baptism of Draco Malfoy at the Chapel of All Saints at Wardour Castle, 6 June 1980.
For day 20 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!
The other way is below St Peter’s Basilica.
The Holy See says no. Draco doesn’t have the correct credentials.
He’ll just die, then. What else?
Tempus.
His father’s footsteps approach, slow and careful.
“I took you at night.” The book in Lucius’s hands smells of leather and incense. “In secret.”
For day 19 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!
The Department denies Draco’s enquiry.
Hermione pries the parchment from his fingers and marches out, seething.
Switch hands.
Tempus.
“Hermione will convince them.” Ron casts with his new wand, hollowed cheeks un-Glamoured.
She returns, radiating rage. “You can’t go through the Veil.”
As he’d expected.
Tempus.
“…but there’s another way.”
For day 18 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!
The lightest circle with the pad of Draco’s thumb over Harry’s knuckles turns his brown skin rosy and irritated.
Droplets of healing potion.
Switch to Harry’s basal joint.
Across the hall, Ron roars at his boss, then snaps his wand in two places.
Tempus.
Switch hands.
Tempus.
Switch hands.
Tempus.
For day 17 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!
Department of Mysteries Records & Research Enquiry
Describe your area of enquiry below. Enquiries may be refused at the sole discretion of the Department.
triple-negative triple-expression idiopathic bloom
Dementor’s Kiss
Soul destruction
Stolen soul
Going through the Veil
Let me go after him
Please
Please
Please
Procedure for accessing Death Chamber
For day 16 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!
Draco doesn’t sleep. Harry doesn’t come to bed.
“I’m sorry,” he bursts out, hours before sunrise. “I didn’t mean it, mon éclair. I’m terrified.”
No answer.
“Harry, I’m sorry.” Louder, in case Harry’s gone downstairs.
Draco gets up. He’ll never forget turning to face the desk.
Harry is still there.
For day 15 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s microfic may challenge!
“I can feel you.” Harry hunts through play bricks, his back to Draco. “Being angry.”
Draco overheats under a blanket of research parchments. “You could pretend you understand, Potter. This time is different!”
A long silence.
“I know it’s different.” Harry snaps a brick into place. “It didn’t hurt before.”