A chance to prove

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco felt himself collide with the ground and groaned, his insides lurching. For a brief moment he forgot whom he was with and tried his best to sit up properly, eyes squeezed shut.

Hearing a voice, his eyes snapped open and he swiftly pulled out his wand. The last hour's events flashed through his mind and he clenched his teeth, pushing the fear down to the back of his mind. Standing up, he held out his wand with shaking fingers and scowled.

"I would have thought you wouldn't be able to apparate," he started, his voice strong, the wand still aiming at the man. Young man, he noticed with raised eyebrows.. certainly not what he was expecting.

Then, he hastily took a quick look at his surroundings, his eyes focused on the flourishing earth. "Though if you can use magic, you should be able to feel it, am I right?" He said with narrowed eyes, pointing his wand at the figure with more confidence than before.

[Erich Aubry]

"I can certainly feel your magic," Erich replies cooly, taking slow steps toward Draco. He leaves no footprints and moves in one smooth gesture. "The real question, of course, is what, exactly, would you like me to feel?"

Erich is close now, the translucence of him impaled on Draco's shaking arm. He is warm; the magic throbbing with promise.

He runs three cool fingertips down Draco's face, letting them slow on the edge of his lips. Dreams the world to end in fire.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco flinched at the cool touch, his heart beat quickening it’s steady pace. For one split second, he was almost too afraid to move, hoping that the remote land they stood on was only a fragment of his imagination.

Finally he reclaimed his indifferent posture, aside from the slight tremors running through his body, and let his gaze flicker past the acres of terrain that encircled him, his eyes scanning for the familiar Hogwarts castle.

He ignored the man’s last comment, not quite sure how to answer it. If he was honest with himself, he didn’t know what he wanted the man to feel. He had hiked into the forest because of his own personal feelings, after all. Instead, he continued to look around him, a bit more urgently than before, before replying.

“Where have you taken me?” His tone was heavy, not fearful, but weighed down with a slight unease. He turned his gaze back to the man, his wand still clutched in his left hand, though he was beginning to feel it was useless.

[Erich Aubry]

"We could be on the edge of the universe. Do you care?" Erich looks up, appraises the concave landscape of the sky. His hand moves against the curve of Draco's chin.

"If you think you can find your way home from me..." Erich whispers lazily, "Try." His hand returns to his side, and he appraises Draco carefully. The edge of the universe holds its breath.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco felt the smooth hand leave his face and let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding in. He felt his body shiver, goosebumps sprawled across his skin, and looked up at the older man. There was a moment of silence, as Draco tried his best to stop his erratic heartbeat once more.

Finally, he gazed at the grass below him with narrowed his eyes. “What is it you want with me?" His voice was trembling, having lost its calm the moment those gentle fingers had left his face, almost as if he had just realized the severity of the situation he was in.

[Erich Aubry]

"You are asking the wrong question," Erich replies, making his way around Draco. Once behind him, he leans forward, an arm snaking over his shoulder and disappearing in to his shirt like a shadow against his collarbone. "You came here looking to meet me. So again the real question is- what do you want from me?"

Says nothing then, lets Draco tremble against his solidifying chest.

[Draco Malfoy]

The breath caught in Draco’s throat as the arm crept around him, lingering for a moment at his shoulder before slowly making its way down his shirt. A shuddered breath escaped his lips as he felt himself quiver against the chest behind him. Closing his eyes briefly, he tried his hardest to plan an escape, though he couldn’t. The body nestled so close to him was too distracting, and his eyes fluttered open as his breathing slowed.

"I—I just want to… To…" Defeat you? Draco thought to himself, scoffing mentally at his stupidity.

His voice trailed off and he continued to stare in front of him, not daring to move.

[Erich Aubry]

"So you want to defeat me?" Erich brings his lips close to the inward curve of Draco's neck and commands his shirt to unravel in three whispers. "For such a grand undertaking one would need power, nein?"

Erich's thoughts filter in, his Sight drawn by the flood of thoughts that his questions stir. Father. Pride. A dream of violence. Father. Lucius, as Draco remembers him, is composed entirely of vitriol and silver polish. Erich raises the illusion of the man before them both then, calling water molecules from across the darkening sky to form his double. His silhouette cut of raw iron and his pale silver hair blowing in a nonexistent gust of wind. Father. Pride. Terror. Father. Fate. "Are you sure this is not the man you should be aiming that wand of yours at?"

Erich wraps both arms around Draco and pull him back against him, writes the impression of body heat from the sun against flat stones on the other side of the forest, from the vested roots of every nearby tree. He gives this to him, pours out in slow deepening waves. "Do you want power, Draco- Is that what you came here for?"

Lucius steps toward then and Erich waits for Draco to flinch.

"I think you are alone. I think you are without power," he rasps loudly against the shell of Draco's ear and then, from inside him, reverberating as one of his own thoughts, continues, but I am the answer to both.

Strands of his shirt fall to the forest floor in silence and Lucius smirks from where he stands.

[Draco Malfoy]

Hot breath trailed down Draco’s neck and he swallowed, his body quivering. His eyes began to drift closed, his mind shutting down and giving into the warmth emitting off the body pressed up against him. He felt his shirt slide off his body, tearing apart and falling to the floor. Taking in a sharp breath, he finally let his eyes flutter closed before they snapped back open, almost instantly.

“You… You’re reading my mind!” Draco finally shouted, trying his hardest to turn around and face the man behind him. His mind, his most personal thoughts… Everything he had hidden from the world was being exposed. However, he stopped struggling at the next smooth words that reached his ears.

Power. His father had always told him power was everything… If you had power, you had the world. In Lucius’ eyes, Draco never had power. He was weak and distorted the Malfoy image. Though, every year, Draco tried more and more to be the exact replica of his father that Lucius had expected him to be. But every year he failed and his father became furious. So furious that Draco feared him.

“I have power!” Draco cried out, his heart clenching in his chest. He had tried so hard to have the power his father held. Who was this man to take it all away; deny him the one thing he so longed for. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to hide his thoughts.

Though, when his eyes opened, he faced the image of what he feared most. He let out a small whimper, cursing at himself for showing such weakness.

His father was right. He’d never have power.

Erich was right. He was alone.

He watched as Lucius smirked at him. Words that had been spoken to him so often that they were impressed into his very mind, echoed in his ears.

You’re a coward, Draco!

“You’re right,” Draco whispered, submitting to his father. For, his father would always have the Power over him.

[Erich Aubry]

'You are not a coward,' Erich thinks directly through him, his hands warm on him and moving lower. There are students moving along the periphery of the forest and Rainer is far from him still, practicing cruelty on the floor of his office He pulls his bitterness back like a net, letting the poison recede to this single point. The trees age as if years have passed, racing upward and ancient now. Time ignores this place.

Lucius smiles as a razor, as the cutting blade of knife. Tell me who you are.

Erich's wide palm opens on the slight curve of Draco's stomach, the arrows of his fingers pointing south. "I want you to see through me. I want you to be seen. Do you understand me?" The other hand cups Draco's aristocratic chin, turning him to face Erich. See.

Thirteen sheep graze on a hill. A small plane crashes. A chapel empty at seven. Unknown species in the Amazon divide over and over in dances of biology. Baseball in ten countries all at once. Mexican border. Concert for untalented musician. Lucius looking out the window of his study, his eyes on the rain. The ocean giving up its contents to the air. Astronaut. Butcher. Lounge singer.

Then Erich is kissing Draco, both hands in his wet hair and visions bearing down on them both from all distances, as heavy and sudden as the rainfall. Lucius's image smolders and burns water off his imaginary skin. First there was God. Then I. Now you. He burns as pyre against the weather, against the gray sky, until he is less than the memory or soot that is left.

Erich gives Draco the power then, as he pulls him to the soft floor of the forest and insists again and again that he is not in any manner alone.

[Draco Malfoy]

His head rose to watch the image of his father staring down at him, a cruel smirk on his face. A smirk he had seen one too many times. Though, he could feel five simple words burning in his blood, you are not a coward.

Slightly rough fingers delicately gripped his chin and he felt as though all coherent thoughts had left him. Every wish, every word that Erich said was all he could hear. It happened so suddenly that not even a gasp could escape his lungs.

The kiss was warm, inviting, and forbidden. His eyes automatically closed, the hands treading through his hair sending shivers down his spine. Images washed over him, most of which he didn't recognize. They were a whirlwind in his mind, the vision behind his closed eyes obscured with scenery he had never witnessed. They stop suddenly, ending with the perfectly poised picture of his posh father, eyes that look so much like his own boring into his very soul.

His senses came back to him, though he couldn't bring himself to pull away. Power. He could feel it, the power of control. The power of his father in his very grasp.

The lips that crashed against his own reassured him. He was not alone.

[Erich Aubry]

What you do now. The trees learn voice boxes; insist on the purpose of their creation. They find that they have the movement now, the sight and the sound. They turn outward and turn towards the school. Sequoia. Elm. Willow. Elder. They have so much to say.

Erich straddles Draco, his sharp, impossible knees sinking in the sod. Rain makes his hair slick, pours from the peak of his nose, brow and chin. He is reading Draco, touching the cranial nerves and trying his best to remember how his body used to move. When he had a body, which he did, once. There are important details, he thinks to himself, leaning in to kiss him again. The texture of chapped lips, the ridges of teeth. Startled fluttering and Draco's hips lifting up on their own. Erich is solid enough for that. Is your decision.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco panted, his eyes opening to stare up at the man on top of him. His eyelashes, thick and heavy with rain, fluttered as the drops of water landed on them. Panting still, he averted his gaze, staring at the sky with lidded eyes, and took a in a deep breath, trying to reclaim his normal heart rate.

He hardly had a chance to take in a gulp of air before those lips were on his again, a body towering over him. His own body was motionless for a moment as he registered the mouth moving slowly against his own. Then, almost as if a scorching fire had entered his veins, he let his eyes close and responded to the kiss fervently.

You can’t control me! Draco thought, every word Lucius had told him, every painful lesson he learned, forgotten. A new surge of power, of defiance crawling on his skin.

His hands clutched onto Erich’s sleeves before trailing upwards and gripping onto the shoulders underneath his palms. His fingers curled around the shirt’s material, grasping the fabric as his hips rose involuntarily.

The power is mine. Mine. His thoughts grew harder and harder to string together as soon all he could think of was Erich’s lips gently pushing against his own.

Finally, he pulled away, his eyes refusing to look at the face not even inches away from his own. His lips, inexperienced and fragile, felt swollen and he licked them, his arms slipping off the shoulders they held with such desperation moments ago. At last, his head turned to look at the man who still lay comfortably on top of him.

“He can’t control me.” He whispered huskily, his voice soft as his fingers dug into the dirt beneath him.

[Prof. Algernon Moncrieff]

((ooc;

darin said:

His thoughts grew harder and harder

Hahahaha.


Sorry xD))

[Erich Aubry]

Soot is falling steadily. There is no movement and the trees hold their voices. Erich brings his face close to Draco's, lying on his side and breathing against him. Lucius is burning. Sleepwalking. Erich wants in his painful dream of a body, to be deeper than touch. His fingerprints blur and hum on Draco's exposed chest, become indistinct, and warm at the hem of his pants. There is the idea of time or at least it seems as much to him. Hadn't Rainer been warm like this?

Teeth gnashing. Shut us out. Shut us in. We see everything. Open your eyes to the crea-

Erich's awareness shifts with preternatural acuity. Opens as sediment in water and spreads outward in a silent tumult. Leigh's barrier tastes like pride.

"It would appear that we have had visitors..." he says in single hot breathe. Erich is smoke before he is not-

"A child," Lucius sneers.

Then there is Draco, alone in the center of the forest, with his father smiling down at him. Show him. Soot falls steadily.