To thee I bestow…
There are four types of man; ones who leads, one who follows, and one who watches. The fourth one that many people don't know of: is the one who warps. This is the kind of man who distorts reality, and creates a living hell for a) himself or b) another. Most of the time, it's for both… Dracos Pet, 2006
The End Of It All…
The sirens go off dully in the distance as one Harry Potter snakes through the dense forest. He knows that on the other side resides freedom. 'The country side would look very nice bathed in blood,' twisted thoughts of a twisted man. He stumbles over a root and gasps in pained pleasure as he lands in a thorn bush. He finally takes in his surroundings. His green eyes light up as he comes to know them, he's close.
Everything becomes a blur as he runs through the familiar streets, past the squibs house, rat face boys house, finally to THEIR house. THOSE who mistreated him and THEY shall feel 17 years worth of pain in less than half a night. He dashes up to the stoop and apparates inside.
Flesh peels from bone as screams fill the air. Limbs fall to the ground from the still living bodies. Eyelids torn off, hair burned, Harry reveled in the blood. He reveled in the screams, the cries, the pain, the anger. When he was done, you could barely recognize the family that was barely alive through the blood. the walls were drenched in it, the carpet, the windows, the stairs he drug them up, the room he was locked in. Dudley placed there, Vernon placed in the cupboard, and Petunia in the garden and kitchen Harry slaved in. They were to remain there until found.
Harry ran again, to HIM, the one who had kept him there all these years the one responsible for his anguish, for his pain, fear, anger, suffering, and sanity. To HIM, he did the same and worse. He cursed him and bled him and tore him and hacked at him. He pillaged his body of all organs in a way that allowed the man to still live. He allowed the man to look upon his innards as his heart beat next to his ear, he watched as Harry slowly cut off each organ one by one. Harry left him there with his lungs and heart still attached for Dumbledore to slowly fade away in the most pain filled way.
Again Harry fled. He fled to the only place he could think that hadn't given him true pain. He fled to the Manor. The Manor of his enemy. He fled to Malfoy.
Harry arrived at the Manor and slowly crept inside. He crept up to the stairs, up to His room. He opened the door to find the blonde on the couch, reading a book of torture. Harry smiled in spite of all that happened to him. He wrapped his arms around the man and pulled him to the bed. He threw the smaller one down and stripped him f all clothing. Draco tried to protest but all his tries were in vain as his body reacted as it shouldn't have. He arched into Harry as he raked his nails down the pale flesh, the still wet blood leaving a bright trail. He moaned when Harry told him of what he had done, Harry's descriptions doing wonders to his arousal. He'd never be this hard again in his life. He ran his hands through Harry's blood soaked hair. The light caught the color as it covered Draco's hands. He licked his finger and kissed Harry deeply. Harry stripped himself and then thrust into Draco's lithe form. Draco screamed as he was suddenly stretched. Harry thrust again and hit THAT spot within the body below him. Draco gasped and cried out in pleasure.
Harry shook his head and groaned in more pleasure at seeing bright red blood splayed over the pale flesh, the contrast made Harry thrust harder. Draco bit down on Harry's shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, and growled as he tasted the red liquid. Harry lost any sanity he had left as he felt that stab of pleasurable pain and leapt over the edge taking Draco with him. He'd never cum that hard before and doubted he ever would again.
Draco was breathing heavily as Harry collapsed on him. He nuzzled the wet hair above him and smiled into it. He flipped Harry over and smiled down at him.
"GOD, maybe you should kill people more often if THAT'S how you come to me afterwards!" Draco let his sanity leave with Harry's as they conspired against the elder Malfoys. Yes, Draco was to be Harry's, and belong to no family but him…
FIN
A/N:
So, what do you think? Bad? Good? Too quick? I need sumthin!
Oh and I don't own any characters or places in this fic, J.K. Rowling does and I only use them in my own twisted ways… buwahahaha! This was a challenge that I chose from 36 Dramatic Situations, # 16….on yeah...
Love always,
Dracos Pet