I do not own nor make income from anything Harry Potter related. I only own the storyline.
warning: contains sexually charged language and blood.
His hands slip across my sides, seductively caressing my every curve. I feel the hot stickiness of his breath on my neck as we move to the beat of your own private drums. Elegantly gliding across each others skin, effortlessly placing my lips on his for the final life's kiss. We spin together in the pools of human blood, like the water they need for life, their blood flowed freely from them into us as a stream of cold water from the glass onto the anxious tongues of travelers. The swirls of rich, warm reds and the alabaster reflections of our soulless shells dance from mirror to mirror as we writhe. Gently he parts his cracked lips and sinks down on my throat with bone crushing pressure till the tender skin pops and the river flows from me, into him. All the while my knees buckle as I feel the pain stampeded through my soul and I cry our in pleasure as he sinks deeper into my life's giving, taking what he desires. But when he is filled, and the blood still tricked across my shoulder, pooling in the curves, I plunge my still human teeth into him fueled by my ecstasy, as he sunk into me, and the role reverse for what seems like days. He screams out in pain as the warm crimson candy spills forth, egged on by his coursing muscles. Hot tears escape his sparkling eyes as he crumples to the floor followed by my soul. My shadowed hand now slides down his crimson coated body, ripping away the barriers of love and turn them to lust. Engulfed in the fog of the first act we course together, reaching deep enough to try to grab each others hearts as we meld back from two bodies to one. For hours we would celebrate our undying lust for one another, crying out for the pleasure of feeling the vibrations travel from one body to the other. We are one, separated in two, sharing blood to share our soul, until eternity, for we both are now equally immortal in the eyes of the other.
Across the field the remaining students and members of the Order stared on in horror as their savior sunk to the ground, enveloped in some invisible dark force. The war was over but their savior had still fallen into darkness.
