He slid the blade along his wrist, sucking in a tight breath as it cut through his skin. He sighed as the blood trickled out, easing his pain almost instantly. This was his only comfort during the long months he spent alone. He dropped the blade back into the box he'd taken it from, leaning back against his bed. He'd needed this. He flexed his hand. The bleeding had stopped. He picked up the blade and made another cut just above the first.

Harry Potter took a deep breath, closing his eyes as the blood dripped from his arm to the floor, leaving small splatters against the wood. He'd have to remember to clean that up before the Dursleys found it. For now, he left himself bask in this glow of comfort. He felt his skin tightening as the blood dried once more. He reached into the box beside him, pulling out the cloth he kept there. He wiped the blood from the blade, his arm, and finally the floor, before tossing both the rag and blade back into the box and stowing it beneath the loose floor boards under his bed.

Harry glanced at the clock. Twelve thirty; he felt suddenly tired as he stood, changed into his pajamas, and slipped into bed. He laid in the darkness, looking down at the cuts on his arm as the night fell upon them. He couldn't heal them, not by magic. It would be another year before he turned seventeen, another year before he could perform magic outside of school. For now, they would have to heal on there own, over time—and he would have to hide them. He yawned, turning on his side and settling down into the comfort of his bed, succumbing to the call of sleep.

***

Draco Malfoy moaned deeply, thrusting his hips back against the body behind him. "Fuck, Blaise!" he groaned, clutching at the bed. Blaise Zabini gripped the blonde's hips, pounding into him with a fervent rhythm. Draco let out a scream as his body froze, his orgasm ripping through him with an indescribable amount of force. Blaise started to move faster, his thrusts becoming desperate as he reached closer and closer to completion. He groaned his release, collapsing on top of Draco, pinning him to the bed. The blonde didn't seem to mind as they both fought for their breath, their hearts racing at almost the same speed.

"Fuck," Blaise breathed, pulling out of Draco and rolling off to the side. Draco laughed, grinning breathlessly in agreement.

"We should do that more often," he stated, turning to look at his lover. Blaise didn't acknowledge him, only stared at the ceiling for a few moments before checking his watch.

"I have to go," he muttered, standing from the bed and dressing quickly. Draco sat up, frowning slightly.

"That's it?" he asked incredulously. "Is that what we've evolved to, babe? Fuck and run?"

"I'm late in getting back as it is."

"But, Blaise—"

"Just shut the fuck up!" Blaise screamed, glaring heatedly at the blonde. Draco fell silent, watching the other man finish dressing. His anger finally surfaced as Blaise headed for the door.

"Fine, go then! But don't expect me to let you back in!" He stood, his anger burning through his veins like fire. "I've put up with this shit for too long, Blaise. From now on, you can find someone else to be your fuck-buddy. We're done here." Blaise turned on him and in an instant Draco was pinned against the wall, Blaise's hand grasping his throat.

"It's not over until I say it is!" Blaise hissed. Draco grasped at his wrist, fighting to pull Blaise's hand from his throat. "I'm in charge of this arrangement—got it?! I call the shots!" Draco nodded weakly, and Blaise released him, adding an extra shove that pushed Draco to the ground. He gripped the blonde's hair, pulling his head up to press their lips together in a searing kiss before he left the room. Draco stared after him, a mixture of anger and confusion flowing through him.

Author Note:

Okay, so, obviously this is going to be a darker fic. It's going to be very different from what I'm used to writing, but I hope it turns out well. I'm going to need a lot of constructive criticism from you guys because I want to make sure I write this baby to the best of my abilities. I came up with this plot-line and it seemed so brilliant. I don't want my ignorance/poor writing to mess it up. So, any advice and comments you can give will be gladly welcome.

Thanks to all of you.

Cara Nicole Luvitz