Title: Always

Chapter: #3 – If there is a Hell…

Author: Nevoreiel (lamort_noir@hotmail.com)

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: R just to be safe, dark content, rape, non-concentual sex, coerced sex, suicidal thoughts, violence, some language, and questionable behavior, but I like it that way. :)

Summary: Draco can't sleep so he decides to wander. To his surprise he finds Harry at the Astronomy Tower. A fight ensues and the consequences bring out strange emotions.

Disclaimer: The characters in no way, shape, or form ever did, are, or will belong to me. The twisted storyline belongs to me though. J.K. Rowling would not be caught dead writing such things. No money is made of this and who would want to pay for something like this?

Warning: The only warning would be that if RAPE and NON-CONCENTUAL SEX between the same genders make you faint, then DO NOT READ. This story is SLASH (male/male relationship); the R rating is for a reason.

Notes: I'm getting quite guilty at doing this to the characters especially when the next chapter comes to mind… I know that it does not affect them in any way but still. Has anyone noticed my lack of descriptive sex? Well, I just can't make myself write the descriptions artfully. And the drama will be revealed in the next chapter.

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My night was spent tossing and turning in my bed. Potter refuses to leave my thoughts alone. What else to do but indulge in them?

I wonder what it feels like to be in love, what it feels like to be loved. Was Potter ever in love? I wonder.

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I still can't bear to see that look on his face. I glare at him every chance I get. I want him to know that he is mine… for a time. Those friends of his look at me apprehensively and whisper amongst each other. Is everyone thinking that I'm plotting something? I've become predictable. Not my intentions at all.

My skin feels like it's full of broken glass, quite unpleasant. Would the pain recede if I tore at the skin? I marvel at how it's still it's perfect pale self. But then why should it change I don't see the sun that often. Unlike Potter who trounces over the Hogwarts grounds most of the time.

Argh, Potter's back again. Simply can't wait until I can get my hands on him.

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This time Potter's already there, pacing, impatient. And I'm not even late.

"Are you that eager, Potter, to be my slave?" at the sound of my voice he stops in mid-stride and looks inquisitively at me. I don't think he heard me.

Calmly I walk up to him, he's so lost looking. Potter starts to back away from me but that won't do. I grab his shoulder and lean in, close, so close. He stiffens of course and his eyes are so wide I wonder if they're in any danger of popping out.

My other hand traces over his lips but he doesn't move, doesn't even blink. Maybe this will be easier than I thought. Giving no though to anything I press myself up against his warm body and grabbing fistfuls of his robes I kiss him… finally.

Muffled words and hands pushing me away but I won't let go. He can't make me. Moving down to his neck hands massaging the shoulders, then clutching at that dark messy hair.

He whimpers as my hands move down his chest. My fingers find the clasp of his robes and hurriedly I push them away. His heartbeat has accelerated; I think this is affecting him more than he wants me to know. Time for a game.

My hands stray down, over his abdomen, the muscles twitch at my soft touch. My hands move down still, Potter bats my hands away, halfhearted attempts at thwarting me. But I shall not be stopped.

My search is rewarded when I finally reach his hardness. Hmm, maybe he does not detest this as much as he would like me to think. I will take this for all it's worth.

I undo the belt and the pants almost slide off completely by themselves. I still can't understand why he wears such rags. It seems that I have succeeded and he gasps as I lightly brush the bulge in his underwear.

"Stop it, gods… stop it Malfoy," he is breathless. I made him breathless.

He firmly pushes me away and this time I allow to be distanced from him. I've found out what I needed. I can't help but smile, he looks disheveled and flushed. "My, my, Potter, you seem to be enjoying yourself."

His features contort in disgust, not the best expression I've ever seen but enough to be treasured. He hastily buckles his belt.

"I'm not doing this anymore. I-I can't do this," shaking he wraps his arms around himself. "I can't make myself do this."

"So, you're fond of smearing dirt on your perfect name, Harry Potter?" I hiss. "You should trust me to fulfill my promise if you back away from this. Is that what you want?"

"What I want, Malfoy, is to be left alone. I never asked for this," he sounds worn out and tired. I don't think I've been helping him with his sleep.

"Almost nothing is asked for but that doesn't mean that it's never received," bitter words from one who knows of such things.

He withdraws further away, that unmistakable fear again, "Do what you want just leave me alone."

"And the famous Potter just gives up, is that it?" I still can't register what he's saying; it's all so strange and far away. I haven't planned for such a thing to happen. Maybe I overplayed my hand.

"Call it what you want but if there's nothing that pertains to me that you wish to say, I'm leaving," I can't say anything, I want to threaten him again, make him stay but nothing comes to mind.

With a resolute nod in my direction he walks away.

I'm mute and lame it seems. I just stand there with my mouth trying to articulate something, anything.

Ah, how I wish that he had not gone back on our agreement. This is not going to be easy. Why is he pushing me to do this? Maybe I never should've started this but for my own sake I have to finish this.

Potter, you have no idea what you're doing to yourself, what you're doing to me.

After the listlessness of the shock, rage courses through me. I take it out on the wall, hitting it with my fists. Pain as the skin on my knuckles breaks, not exactly genius of me. I take to stalking across the floor. Three steps, pivot, three steps back, striking at the wall occasionally. I cannot think, just pace back and forth, how useless. If there is a Hell then I must be living it… it seems.

I lean against the wall, pressing my cheek against the cool stones. As time passes so does my anger and I feel drained. But Potter must pay all the same.

Yes… he will. First thing at breakfast.

To Be Continued…

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Next Installment: Will Draco tell all? Is this it for Harry's reputation? And what may I ask is Harry thinking? All will be answered in the next chapter. As soon as I write it and as soon as fanfiction.net is working properly, it will be posted.

A/N: And the plot thickens if you can call this a plot. :) Gah, I can't get myself out of the perpetual "short chapter" mode, will try to fix in the next one. After all it is the last one. Thanks, Hannya, that was actually pretty funny since it was out of the blue. And there I was thinking that nobody reads my notes. Thank you, Hatsumomo, my computer does not seem to pick up on that, I'll have to check everything more carefully. Thank you everyone for such responses, I'm astonished that the story pleases so many of you. I really should make a thank you to everyone in the last chapter. I think I will.