Quick Author's Note: Hi! I wrote this a while back and found it again earlier, I liked it enough to unleash it out onto the world. There's something about the flow that I really like. I hope you enjoy it! ~ Tametsi.
It hurt. It fucking hurt, all the thoughts, the memories, beating around his head.
It's all my fault.
He couldn't sleep at night without the nightmares. Red. So much fucking red.
I should have tried harder to save them.
Green too. Killing curse green. His eyes, a haunting green.
If only I had been faster.
But not it was all over. Neither can live while the other survives.
And now it's just him.
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A curtain of red hair.
I love you.
Smiling brown eyes.
I love you, Harry…
Pale freckled skin.
I'm sorry…
A beautiful smile.
I didn't mean to…
A tinkling laugh.
I didn't mean to sleep with him, Harry, it just happened. I have needs, you know.
Soft arms that held him while he cried.
It's over, you aren't the man I fell in love with anymore… You're just too sad… Too Broken.
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Flashing lights. Loud music. Bodies dancing together as one.
Bodies lying on the floor, as one. Red. So much fucking red.
A smirk. A soft chuckle. Strong hands, strong arms, strong male chest.
Dead. Remus. Tonks. Sirius. Fred. Dobby. Dumbledore. Snape. Lost. Ginny. Ron. Hermione.
Skin on skin. Lips moving. Kissing. Kisses pressed against his scars.
Curse scars. Death Eaters. Scum.
A warm mouth playing with his nipple, a hand slowly stretching him out.
Touch. He wasn't use to touch. Hugs, kisses… Why didn't Aunt Petunia ever hug him like she did Dudley? Didn't anyone love him?
A soft, warm breath against his face, warm chapped lips fighting for dominance with his. He submitted. He liked being taken care of.
A yellow scarf. Laughing eyes. Warn bronze hair and pale skin that contrasted with his own olive tan. Hufflepuffs were loyal, weren't they?
Penetration. He felt so full, so full. Merlin so full.
He didn't feel empty anymore.
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He woke up alone, in a cold bed, in a room he didn't recognize.
How could he have been so fucking stupid?
He got up, excited the room. The walls were white. Hospital white, he thought… Except the halls were too extravagant. He was in a manor.
Red blood on white carpet. Mudblood. Bellatrix's crazy laughter.
Malfoy Manor.
Torture… Red, green, pain.
He walked quietly down the hall, the moving portraits stared, muttering to each other in a fastidious manner all around him.
Bathroom. Cutting curse. So much blood. He didn't want to be a murderer.
He crept down the first pair of stairs he saw. Maybe he'd find a floo connection downstairs. Maybe he'd get away.
Murderer. He was a murderer.
A door opens. He curses in his head. How careless of him.
He was always careless, looking back.
White blond hair. Firm chest. Strong arms. Light grey eyes.
Soft breath. Warm hands.
A small smile. He felt like the other man should be smirking instead.
Soft kisses. Hard kisses. Dominant kisses.
He got what he wanted. Harry's humiliation, wasn't that what he was after anyways?
Soft exploration. Being handled with such care, a fullness that he missed so much already.
"Harry" Draco said, stepping closer to him.
Potty.
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Ending Author's Note: I hope nobody's too angry about how vague/short it is, because that's like my favourite part about it. Like, I enjoyed trying to write out everything I wanted in this format where I hinted at the general story I wanted and just played around with inner thoughts. Anyways, please Review! I love getting Reviews! ~ Tametsi!