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Nevertheless, for a short while you are mine. Your hours are few, Harry. Every beat of your heart is numbered. Soon your voice will be just a memory. Odd how that thought can cause me such exquisite pain. It's as if I slipped the lovely silver dagger in my hand out of its sheath and into my heart. Shall I give it a twist for good measure? Your eyes will never again open. Your lips will become cold and stiff. Your skin- Ah. There it is, that beautiful wrenching of my heart. Who would guess that thoughts of your demise would hurt me when I've spent years planning it?
You're stirring now. That's right. Awaken sweet prince. Look upon the herald of your doom. Look at me, cold shell of a human being that I am. Wonder why I look at you so. Ask yourself why your shirt is unbuttoned. Ponder what new torture I have devised for you.
His eyelids flutter open. His eyes are clouded. I can see that the potion hasn't yet worn off. He's muttering something. He grabs my hand, his flesh searing my skin. God, he's delusional. He wants me to protect him from the nightmares. I am one of the nightmares, love. One of those things that will hurt you and crush you. He doesn't want me to leave. How those drugs must have warped your mind for you to beg a monster to act as your teddy bear! Very well, I promise I won't leave you. Not until the end. Too funny really, the way he clings to me now, asking me to protect him from what I plan to deliver him to. I run my fingers through his hair. So soft. So very soft. And it smells so sweet. One kiss. Just one. It won't kill you.
I press my lips to his. Blasphemy. So profane that I should touch something so pure, stain it. Light. I can see it against my eyelids. Brilliant light. Heat. I feel it on my lips. I part his lips with my tongue. He accepts it eagerly, nibbling, sucking. I try to kill the moan rising in my throat. I endeavor to break away, set myself free from this whirlpool of light and warmth, but you won't let me. Won't let me and I don't care to fight you. One kiss. It can't hurt you. But it can destroy me.
Free. I can breathe once more. You are greedy, young one. Your hands clutch at my robe, trying to pull me to you. You want my lips again. You're so insistent. Who am I to deny you anything?
Yes. Kiss me. Remind me that I have a soul. Make it ache. It aches for you. Did you know that? Did you know that you make me feel like dying inside? Neither did I. I'm playing with fire here, and I long to be burnt. Burn me, Harry. Kiss me gently now and wake up. Look at the serpent that has crept into your Eden. Look upon me with a deadly glare a basilisk would envy and burn my soul. Turn it to ash and let the wind scatter the pieces. Maybe this ache will go away and this yearning for a kiss will die. Then I can hand you over to my lord in peace. One kiss. That's all I asked for.
Oh. I must have read this over a dozen times and it still gets me. I hope you like it too. It would appear that Lucius is begging to be hurt. Never pegged him for a masochist. What will happen when Harry really wakes up? Please review. I'm writing this for you guys.
Luv ya-
J. Silver