Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter. I never will. I don't think I actually want it. Emm maybe the money
AN- Just a little quickie I wrote when I should have been doing science. Mostly I just wanted to get something out there. Please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes. I have misplaced my beta reader and don't know where to find her. Any who please enjoy.
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Beasts we are least we become Beasts.
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"I wanna kiss it better." The blonde said softly holding Harry's hand to his lips. He pressed them to the half moon nails of each finger sucking slightly on the end of the teen's ring finger. Hearing Harry's slight gasp he paused then ran his lips across the knuckles. He looked into Harry's green eyes.
"I want to take back when I've hurt you." He turned the hand over staring at the flesh intently. He kissed the three creases that ran the palm. He stopped blinking for a second entranced in his work, gray eyes brighter then they'd been for years. Lips crossed the palm again and gave the lifeline a double kiss. He looked up but couldn't face the green eyes of the other teen.
"For all the times I've hurt you." His jaw trembled as he reached up. Fingers nimble like a piano player he released the catch on the other teen's robe. It gave way with a click and he pushed the fabric off tan shoulders to pool over the hands he had just attended. Daring to touch the warm flesh his hands rested on bare shoulders pushing the thin body against the stone wall. The blonde could see Harry shiver as shoulder blades and spine touched freezing stone and mortar.
"I want to kiss it away. All the harm I've caused you." He lent down and pressed his lips firmly to the teen's navel. This time Harry moaned writhing against the wall. The blonde quickly worked his way up the Teens chest kissing lightly leaving a trail of moisture behind his lip's path. He stopped when he hit the soft skin of Harry's throat. Breathing hard he looked up chest shuddering. The dark hared teen looked faint, the blood drained from his face. Closing his eyes to the pain on Harry's face he moved now brushing his lips down the teens arm.
"I don't know why. When I hurt you I feel hurt now. I want it to stop." The blonde's words spoken to Harry's bare arm caused goose bumps to raise along the skin. With a sigh the blonde laid his forehead against the skin then kiss his way up.
"I want…." He stopped kissing and pulled himself up to his full height staring into deep green eyes. He couldn't open his mouth and explain to Harry what he wanted. He couldn't finish. He just couldn't say what he meant. As the eyes stared at him wide, bewildered and scared the blonde went up on his toes. He brushed thick silky hair back away and pressed his lips firmly over the white mark of Harry's scar. He pulled away savoring the taste of Harry as he trembled beneath him.
"I want you to forgive me." Unable to look into Harry's eyes and face the teen's fear and hate he leaned forward gray eyes downcast.
"I want you to love me." His lips were so close to Harry's he could taste the Gryffindor breath as he breath in and out erratically. The blonde closed his eyes. His heart burned with shame and despair and lust. He wanted to kiss those hot red lips.
"I wanna kiss it all better." He whispered with a shudder leaning in.
The face before him turned away so all his lips caught was the smooth skin of Harry's cheek. He pulled back to look into Harry's eyes stricken. Salt lingered on his lips from the tears that poured down the face of the boy who lived. With an anguished cry Harry pulled his shoulders from the blonde's grip and backed out from between him and the wall. The dim candle light of the hall played off his bare shoulders and made his tears streaked cheeks gleam. His green eye glittered with pained tears as his body started to rack with silent sobs. The two teens stared at each other before Harry's eyes closed tightly and he pulled his robe up.
"I don't think you can." Harry accused eyes open and wounding. With that the only words spoken he tore off down the hall to his common room. The blonde made no move to follow as his shook with the black feeling in his bones.
"Doesn't mean I don't want it." He whispered before he made the silent trek back to his own common room.
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