On Madness And Ecstasy

Gravity of Darkness

A/N: I wish I owned Harry Potter or Florence + The Machine (tell me if you catch the super-small references) So no one can sue me... Not that I have anything they'd really want anyway o.e... Enjoy! It's a bit dark! Constructive Criticism is welcome!

The madness was festering, like an infected wound across my heart, lungs and brain, yet the face that buried itself in your shoulder was hiding the hand creeping up your thigh.

I hate it all; the black miasma which permeates and corrodes the very air around me and infuses every tissue in my body with the essence of its darkness; the bright sunshine of innocence in those that surround me, who dare not venture into the dark corner which I've made my home, and the fickleness of fortune, which bound me to the path of the Chosen One and branded the title of the 'Boy-Who-Lived' in the infernal shape of the Lightning Bolt upon my destiny.

But I despise nothing more than you. You, who gave me the sweet nectar of life and made the ravaged seedling of my heart bloom into a scarred and cursed flower; petals lush and blood-red, tainted with the misery of my unrequited love. Are you truly so blind, my love? Blind to the bitter misery and extreme happiness which you inspire in tandem within the core of my very being? Even the basic beasts that dominate my inner mind fall like innocent cubs at your feet... while you still remain ignorant of it all.

I hate you as much as I love you, with all the passion a thousand burning suns can conjure and twice as long. I long to rip you from my soul like the parasite you are, and drag my teeth across your chest to feel the life-giving organ pulsing beneath; only to tear the damned thing out of you. And yet, I wish I could stop thinking that you're going back to that whore of yours in the morning; how I would love to take your shining blonde strands, softer than the silk sheets we lay on, and pull them hard just like I know you like, to hear you scream my name and make the beasts in me roar that those moans of pleasure are just for me. I wish I could expose your pale flesh to my greedy eyes to feast on before my mouth paints the white canvas of your body in purple bruises so the universe knows I am the only one who can dominate you and make you writhe. I wish for your entire existence to be eclipsed by mine; your angelic façade to be completely corrupted by my dark desire as I thrust into your responsive and awaiting body, watching you come undone beneath me as you chant my name in sensual prayer to the Gods above. No one else can make you feel this way; like you're drowning in your own lust and unable to even think straight as I ravish your most treasured and sacred place, with the forbidden fruit shared equally between us in damnation. But I cannot resist you, and I am like the addict who keeps coming back for a dose, and it will be the death of you and I.

And I will shatter you.

I will tear you apart.

I will be the inferno that scorches you from the inside out, leaving nothing but ashes so I can keep you closer.

I will watch the stars fade from your mercurial steel eyes as the image of my deceiving and gentle visage is seared into your retinas as you fall eternally unto my arms.

And our broken souls, with jagged edges and missing pieces, shall become whole again in the greatest harmony and synchronicity two miserable people can obtain. We will dance our eternal dance in agony and ecstasy in an endless cycle that transcends infinity. Then, and only then, will my savage heart be sated, Dear Draco.