Long Strides to a Short Walk The REVAMP!

CHAPTER 1B

Long Strides to a Short Walk The REVAMP! 2017-2018-2021!

An AU, OOC, HP/DM slash fiction

MPG READ THE WARNINGS PAGE FIRST!

Summary: In their 6th year of school, it's now the end of the Season; as keeping with a Wizard Tradition, 'The Captain's Bet Dinner', Quidditch Captains Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter are about to take a short trek that will take them on a long journey, as a bet goes wrong, when hearts become the collateral, and lives, the folly of the Fates. 

 After bungling best friends with misguided 'pure intentions' stick their noses where they do not belong, the result becomes a Domino Effect, as others past & present are suddenly caught up in the fall.

Rated NC-17

By: Ashley Mist Malichi

Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue. All that is mine are MY OC's, my plot, and that's it.

The rest is OWNED by: J K Rowling & Warner Brothers.

ONCE AGAIN!!! Warnings: AU SLASH, M/M fiction, MALE PREGNANCY

Pairings: HP/DM, RW/BZ, OC/OC, OC/? With past references to JP/LM

Simple Summary:

A bet gone wrong,

Many a love gone sour,

Many a mistake made right,

And many a right wronged.

Stopping, he resumed his 'who gives a fuck', attitude.

A cover he'd worn for years, the cold Malfoy mask.

Handed down to him, shaping him into what he was, to this very day.

Its legacy of a loveless and lonely life was certain; because, already hidden inside,

was a lonely, un-loved little boy.

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Harry felt a cool chill slide up his spine, 

as words layered in ice, rang out in the falling twilight.

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"We had a bet, Potter. A Wizards oath that we BOTH took, WITH witnesses!"

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NO ONE forced you to do so!" The frustrated boy blasted back.

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As the silence grew louder, so did Draco as he spat, "BLOODY HELL HARRY! It's a Hogwarts BLOODY TRADITION!"

Taking a deep breath to clear the thickening frustration POTTER ALWAYS seemed to be smothering him in, Draco once again, attempted to explain himself to the stubborn boy.

Carefully enunciating his words, he began, "BEFORE every last game of the season, the Captains make a bet.

I am Captain of Slytherin, you are Captain of Gryffindor.

Gryffindor lost to Slytherin, ergo YOU, lost, to ME."

Peeking from underneath his long blond bangs, Draco almost trips after realizing the BLOODY PRAT was NOT even LISTENING!

Shaking with a mixture of rage, embarrassment, and some other 'unknown' emotion, a seething Draco Malfoy spun sharply on his booted heel, then resumed walking; blond head bowed muttering hotly to himself out loud,

"How dare him! Treating this as if, as if it were a fate worse than death, or, or even facing Voldemort!"

Raising one slim fist up to the skies he shouts, "BLOODY HELL!!! I, I am the fucking Sex God of Slytherin for Merlin's sake!"

Embarrassment tingles sharply in his face after he realizes, 'm flipping out,

IN PUBLIC, over...Oh. DEAR GOD! WHY HIM!? OF ALL of the people,

WHY...WHY BLOODY...POTTER!' "OH MERLIN HELP ME!" He loudly moans.

Carefully collecting himself once more, Draco cannot help but mutter out loud, still trying to make some sort of clarity to himself, so it can make SOME type of sense, as he sniffed,

"Hmmpth! I, I'm also sole BLOODY Heir to one of the wealthiest, ONE of the oldest PURE-BLOODED Wizarding families, and dammit, Anyone, ANY, BLOODY, ONE," he seethed,

"would kill to be in HIS boots tonight!

What, WHAT a bloody prat!! Ohhhhhhhh that four eyed git!

He's gone TOO bloody far this time! TOO. BLOODY FAR!" He loudly swore.

"Why," he raved walking back and forth with long strides going nowhere,

"I oughta hex him so hard, his GREAT-GREAT Grandchildren fucking feel it!

GAH! WHAT a stupid bloody tradition!" He scoffed; although,

still feeling the burn of POTTER'S OBVIOUS REJECTION flaming brightly,

Draco tried to find it deep inside, the strength to snicker,

"A Captains bet, oh how rich is that? No bloody wonder Wood and Flint were pointing and smirking at Potter and me last year!

Hmm, wonder what THEIR bet was?

OH, and that damn bloody Blaise!

Letting HIM pick the DAMN bet was just, ahhhhhhhh, BOLLOCKS!" He screeched.

Before he knew it, that childish habit of raking his hands through his hair,

took over as it ALWAYS did, whenever he was scared, nervous, mad, or frightened;

only this time, he found himself pulling at it before stopping in his tracks thoughtfully adding,

"Fuck the LOT of them! ESPECIALLY that TWAT, Weasley!"

Snorting delicately, he blurted, "Shit, didn't see THAT coming!

Good God but HIS bet was scary! I'd, I'd rather kiss a Dementor!

I'm SO glad Slytherin won.

Screw this! I'm going BACK to Hogwarts!"

Shouted the frustrated blond Slytherin Quidditch Captain.