Title: Al Rubio Moreno
By: Shinigami Liliz Black
Summary: Harry is an Auror and is assigned to extract information from Draco but when he meets the blonde his straight life changes.
Rating: R
Status: BETAED
Notes: This chapter was hard and a bit depressing. Curse Venerictus was taken from the Latin words of veneno (poison) Rictus(mouth). It was supposed to mean Mouth Spilling Poison (Rictus effundo veneno) but I guessed Rictus Effundo veneno was a long curse so I shorted it as Venerictus. Is a bit ridiculous how this poison kills; first you feel like burning and you desperately want to skin yourself alive, ( means that you'll itch and wriggle for the burden) an intensify orgasm reach you but you have no pulse for release, them this make your genitals (In men are; well their testicles) burned madly and soon your whole body burn into burst into flames. Creepy isn't? ¬.¬ Me and my bloody ideas. Song 'Save me' has been translated into English, Spanish title is 'Salvame' from RBD
Chapter Eight: The Agonies of a one night Stand
Four Months Later…
"We're back!" his godfather's voice called out over the door. The raven haired man sighed, standing up while holding his enormous round belly and opening the door. His godfather brushed pass by him, holding dozens of shopping bags, behind, a scowling and weary Remus followed, his hands also full with bags.
"I'm telling you," Remus breathed out loud as he dropped the bags on the floor and slumped down into the sofa, "I'm not going shopping with him again!"
Sirius decided to ignore Remus' comment and cheerfully pushed Harry gently back into the sofa as he sat down on floor in the middle of the shopping bags. He began to pull out the rewards of his pillaging and Harry noticed they contained baby clothes, "Look," Sirius said, unable to hold a grin, showing Harry the tiny clothes.
"He went ballistic, back there," Remus muttered, while Sirius handed down the clothes and added very loudly, "We were supposed to window shop, not buy everything you see on your path!"
"Aw, shut it Remus!" Sirius pouted, "I couldn't restrain myself!"
"And what kind of newborn baby would mount a broom and play Quidditch, Sirius?" Remus pointed out sternly. "We don't even know if the baby is a boy!"
"But the broom is so cute! Harry," Sirius said to his godson innocently, "I thought the little lad would like to be a Seeker like his father!"
Harry snorted as Remus glared back at his lover like a mother would, "Its ok, Remus," Harry said, his deep green eyes gleaming mischievously, while touching the exhausted werewolf's forearm. "I can understand Sirius's happiness."
The long black haired man was now opening the crystal doors of the balcony, an enormous grin on his lips, watching the dark orange shades in the sky of the sun hiding over the horizon outside. "I'm going to be a grandfather!" Sirius shouted throwing his hands up in gleefully.
"Lord forbid James hears you, or else he might thing you're stealing his title away," Remus muttered, yet neither men on the sofa couldn't help but smile at Sirius' energetic enthusiasm. Sirius needed and deserved all he could get, after suffering twelve years in Azkaban.
"Let get something to eat! How about pizza?" Sirius asked entering the room, a grin spreading on his lips. Harry and Remus looked at each other frowning,
"Not again!"
He stirred, feeling a cold weight trapping his right shoulder on the bed. The curtains of his bedroom window shook softly, stopping the street light from illuminating the enormous bedroom. His pale hand reached out, despite the headache arching on his head, to push the weight away only to be stopped by a slight groaned from the figure trapping him. His cold steely eyes squirmed through the darkness as the figure pushed his body up and two bottomless and dark green eyes stared back into his.
His heart twisted painfully inside his chest as the figure leaned over brushing his lips against his. 'How long has it been Harry? Three months since we last saw each other?" he thought his hand sliding around the tanned neck and up into the long black messy locks noticeable by the dim light coming from the window.
His other hand, slipped down the lean muscular back of the black haired man and massaging his buttocks; a moaned came from the other man's throat, intensifying the kiss. He breathed heavily into the other' mouth, his tongue exploring the insides, tasting the trail of tobacco. 'Tobacco? Since when did you fancy tobacco Harry?'
The other man on top broke the kiss, their skin starting to sweat together, creating a strong fiction between their bodies. He brought his pale hands up and into the messy lock as the other man leaned down, trailing wet warm kissed down his neck, feeling the hot breath coming from the other man's nostril.
A hand reached further, teasing his nipples; the pale man arched, moaning into the tanned body of his torment. How much he missed those fingertips into his skin, so perfect, so delirious, "God," be breathed out almost panting, "I miss this so much Harry."
The other man stopped abruptly pushing his body away and looking perplexed into the silver eyes of his companion, "Harry?" said the hoarse cold voice, "What does Potter have to do with this, Draco?"
Draco Malfoy froze, as he felt the other man's voice erupted through the darkness. His hand dropped back into the bed, 'That's not Harry's voice, it sounds too…'
"I asked you, Draco, what does Potter have to do with this?" asked his companion now sitting in the bed, his deep green eyes boring into his silver orbs.
Draco sat up and approached the other man's face pulling him out of the bed and into the dim light coming from the window. The image of a cold, wide jaw, high cheekbone and scowling face came into view, followed by the tanned skin and deep scar running across his left cheekbone. 'Oh god…'
Draco stepped back covering his mouth in astonishment. 'He thought it was Harry, oh God.' His eyes darted terrified at the other man now growling at his lack of words. "I'm not going to stand here all night. So you might as well talk before I thrust Veritasserum down your throat."
That seems to snap the blonde into his senses and glare at the other man, his hand dropping from his mouth, "I have absolutely no obligation to tell you anything that involves my sexual past, thank you very much," he spat, his voice dropping with sarcasm.
The other man smirked finding the blonde's word amusing, "Ah, so I assume you did fuck Potter, behind the Dark Lord's back and you didn't even mentione it."
"I did not fuck Potter," Draco lied, glaring furiously at the other man, who was now standing near the window. "I-"
"So do you mind explaining why you called out his name?" he asked as Draco pressed his fist tightly to his sides, his white knuckles showing.
"I did-… I was remembering old times and his name happened to up first," the blonde lied, controlling his temper, breathing heavily.
"Such a lame excuse, Draco, you were always horrible at lying," the other man spoke; now circling the blonde as his silver eyes followed every movement. "I shall inform the Dark Lord," the man started to say, pulling his forearm out into the light, where a ugly skull with a snake coming out of his mouth was exposed on his tanned skin but the blonde was fast and in a swift he was holding the other man against the wall, one hand gripping his neck and the other pressing his wand, which he summoned, on his throat.
"Don't you even dare to spill a word or I swear I'll skin you alive," he murmured harshly, "You heard me Zabini? I don't care how value you are to the asshole but don't you dare to threaten a Malfoy."
The blonde let go of the other man abruptly, throwing him onto the carpeted floor, spiting on his face. Zabini scowled darkly, reaching from his wand nearby the discarded trousers as the blonde turned, pulling on a bathrobe. He raised his wand ready to strike the blonde, but before he had the change to spat the curse out Draco had already whispered, "Venerictus."
Blaise Zabini, not expecting it, felt the curse hitting him over the side of his mouth a searing pain exploding on his jaw while his body turned cold. His chest tightened for a split second, his breath coming in cold yet at the same time hot and coming out in puffed breathes. Then suddenly, everything was gone.
"What have you done to me?" he heard the blonde chuckled, looking smugly at his green orbs as he picked up one of the empty glasses on his night table and poured an amber liquid into the glass, coming from the tip of his wand.
"Simple, Zabini; you speak, you die." The blonde smirked at the terrified face of the other man, "If you speak any word you heard today, you will die a slowly heated painful death. You will dread in agony as the poison will slowly course through your veins, killing you at the process, you'll feel the need to skin yourself alive, as it burns your insides. You'll beg and scream as it delirious you into exploding orgasm when all you can do is feel the burn of your genitals unable to come to explode and when you can't bear the heat you'll burst into flame."
Blaise stared at the blonde horrified, his hands trembling, Draco kneeled, leaning over and bit his lower lip in seduction. His hand slipped behind his neck, slapping harshly. "Cheers my dear friend," he mumbled, bringing the glass to his lips and gulping the content in one shot.
He disposed the glass, throwing it across the room. The glass crashed against the wall, beside the window. He pulled on some black trousers and picked up his coat from last night. The black coat has a V form on his chest showed part of his paleness skin. He pushed his wand inside his coat's pocked boring his silver eyes into the terrified green ones.
"I want you out of my place before I come back or else I'll trigger the poison," the blonde said coldly, wrenched the door open and disappeared…
To miss you is my need
I live in this depression
Since I know you won't come back
He strode down into the dark empty street, tightening his coat around his body. The weather was cold, yet Christmas was still weeks away. He hidden his hands behind his crossed arms as few people strode pass by him, many in a hurry, bumping with him at the process, some didn't bother to pardon. Draco would have hexed them for their rude gesture though he was not in the mood to, his mind was slipping away.
It had been almost six years since he decided to live among Muggles, far away from those wizards who had pointed at him behind his back, being the son of a crude Death Eater, sentence to life in Azkaban. He could vaguely remember, how he went up to aid Voldemort, after loosing his Manor over the Ministry, but refusing to bear the mark that has put his father into Azkaban.
I survive with pure uneasiness
with my throat tightened
and I can't stop thinking about you
little by little my heart
loose its faith… loose the voice
Draco thought, he had been the first one who had work within the circle, without bearing the mark on his forearm, and he felt grateful for it, grateful that he'll not have to carry a mistake through the rest of his live, that he could easily back of; After all Voldemort was powerless against the blonde, he had no mark, no magic to retain the blonde, from Draco's point of view.
Yet, he doubted that if he ever end up in Azkaban h would be forgiven with a shot sentence. To be honest, he had killedl, tortured and massacred people; yes he had, until he met Potter. Could he be given a shorter sentence despite he doesn't wear the Mark? Then again, Black wasn't a Death Eater and he spent twelve year if it wasn't his escape or else he would had been there for the rest of his life, like his father, completely locked up.
Save me from this forgetting...Save me from this loneliness
Save me from this torture...I'm made at your will
Save me from this forgetting...Save me from this darkness
Save me from this torture...don't leave me here falling
He shook his head, trying to dodge those thoughts. "Block everything, you're a Malfoy," he muttered shuddering as the cold breeze caressed the bear parts of his body and tousled his blonde hair.
He winced, a slight pain rushing to his head; He could clearly remember how Blaise got there, though he was too sleepy and pained with a headache back there to actually notice the little difference between both men. Both tanned, green eyes, black haired; he could guess that back at the club he had been fooled, and drunk as usual, to believe it was Harry.
Harry… Years ago, the name always clicked a heated hatred inside his body, wanting to strangle him, skin him alive, torture him until he'll have no breath, until he lost all his senses into madness but after, 'their night' the name just sent shivers down his spine; his chest filled up with pain and devastation.
I proposed myself so many times to continue
But love is the word
That sometime is hard for me to forget
How many times he had swore himself to move on after that night? Dozens of time!
How many times he had told himself it was just a one night thing, to humiliate the man; to take revenge? Dozens of time!
How many night he spent, staring blankly into the dark, arching to feel those tempted fingertips on his skin? So many bloody dozens of time!
How many men he had fucked, believing them to be Harry? To fulfill that arching desire to feel that unique touch of the Boy Who Lived once again, to trap him around his arms, as he claims him, penetrate him…
How many? So many times; he had lost count of the times, he had swore, he had cursed, he had trashed around his room, blamed himself, cried…
He leaned over the light street illuminating the sidewalk, resting his forehead on the cold black surface. Heavy drops of water started to pour down into his body. He looked up, as the rain pounded harder, starting to soak his coat, his face, sticking his blonde hair to his pallid skin.
What was happening to him? Why he was thinking, dwelling about Potter all the sudden? Why couldn't he take him out of his system? Why couldn't he forget that night?
Save me from this forgetting...Save me from this loneliness
Save me from this torture...I'm made at your will
Save me from this forgetting...Save me from this darkness
Save me from this torture...don't leave me here falling
"Why are there so many questions?" he said out loud, tightening his eyes closed, his pale hand grabbing the street light poll, "I'm his enemy," he continued to say, "A killer! I can't be thinking about someone who wants to kill me!"
Draco's knees gave up on carrying his weight and he slipping down to the sidewalk, his hand making a slippery noise against the black surface of the poll. People walking by stared perplexed at his behavior, hurrying their steps. He pressed his forehead hard against the poll as a sick tightened feeling invaded his chest provoking his shoulder to shudder slightly.
He felt his eyes watering, hot from the searing pain growing in his chest; a soft sob escaped his lips. 'Is this is how true pain feels like?' His hands drew into tight fists, his nail digging into the pale flesh. 'Is this is what the Malfoys has desperately avoid to feel?'
He pushed himself away from the poll, catching few people's attention at the process. He stood up, struggling, but managed to regain his balance. His coat fluttered opened, exposing his broad pale chest. He looked up his face screwed in a pained expression, gritting his teeth, tears rolled down his cheeks, mixing with the heavily rain pondering on his face.
'This is insane,' His mind yelled back, 'Don't you dare to mention it. Don't you dare to give into it!'
His expression softened, as hard sobs gurgled from his throat. He fell back to the floor, his hands pressing against the sidewalk harshly, his head hung down. A soft painful murmur came from his wet lips, "Is this…is this how true love feels like?"
To be continued…
Notes: yes it's a bit stupid and complicate but remember, Draco nor the Malfoys were capable of loving and Draco experience the pain of a love he can't have. The love the Malfoys had denied for so long to avoid pain, devastation, and this is how I wanted him to feel; confused, devastated, angry, pained.