Title: No
Rating: R
Warnings: Dirty talk, Angst, PWP. Feels like it needs to be continued...
Summary: One night caused him forever. Aftershocks of guilt stabbed even deeper.
Touch me everywhere your hands can reach.
No.
Want me every minute of every day.
No.
Lick me all over, make me wet.
No.
Bite me in my most tender areas.
No.
Fuck me up the ass like there's no tomorrow.
No!
Nibble softly on my earlobe, feel my skin bleed into your mouth.
No.
Stare into my eyes and watch my tears as you fill me with yourself in every thrust.
No.
Hear my pleading screams, my shameless begs for more.
No.
Probe every hole that I've been granted in my dirtied little body.
No.
Watch my tears as you leave me behind and return to your life of glory.
No...
Feel my hatred, my hurt, my pain, my loneliness as you walk out that door.
No...
And one day, Potter.
Need me like I needed you then.
No... no, no, no!
"Harry, calm down before Snape comes over here and wrings our necks!" Ron said, clamping his hand over Harry's struggling mouth. He hastily sat back down on his seat, throwing herbs into the cauldron and pretending that nothing had happened, tugging on Harry's robe to signal him to do the same.
Ron glanced at Harry, who was gazing off into space. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, and on the bridge of his nose, and his glasses had fogged up real badly. Sighing and thinking that this could make people think thoughts, he took Harry's glasses off of him and wiped the fog off. He shook his head and shoved the glasses back into Harry's hand, who put them on slowly. Ron was beginning to get worried. Harry had been doing this the past few days, and he didn't seem to trust him nor Hermione enough to tell them what it was. That hurt Ron a lot, knowing that Harry couldn't even trust him. He sighed again, disappointed and returned to making the potion in the cauldron.
"What's wrong with you, Potter? Finally feeling like you're dirt hanging around a piece of shit like Weasley?" A recognizable, arrogant voice hissed from behind them. Ron whipped around, a glare automatically gracing his expression as if by reflex. He was about to blow up, until Harry turned around and looked up to Draco. Ron felt something he couldn't deny, but he couldn't quite point it out either, when their eyes met. Sadness? Grief? Anger and hurt all at the same time? He didn't know, but it made his stomach sink and his heart stop beating for that fleeting moment.
"No, Draco, I just had a bad daydream, that's all."
"Whatever you say, Potter." He said, glaring and turning back to his own cauldron.
"So, Ron, what's next on the list?"
"Um, let me see..." Ron said, catching the painful glimpse Harry gave Draco as he directed his attention back to the cauldron.
-finis- ?