Disclaimer: Surprisingly, all the characters belong to J.K. Rowling
Author: Minstrel
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: Distrust leads to distorted relationship.
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Most welcome
Note: Italics are used to denote thoughts. Both Draco's and Harry's.
Chapter two: Incisions
Without opening his eyes Harry knew that he was there again. Standing in the doorway, gazing to the dark cell. Every evening he came, stood there still and let his eyes caress the battered body and the filthy face of the Boy Who Lived. Every time Harry kept his eyes closed and pretended he didn't notice. Pretended he didn't care. He was determined not to bother, not to show his feelings. Opening his eyes would make him face the intense look of cold grey eyes. He could not bear it.
Draco blinked his eyes. Why he was standing there, he didn't know. He wanted the boy lying on the floor. He wanted him so. He could have had him any moment, but he couldn't make himself move. The expressionless face, the slack body. How could one radiate so much indifference? How do you do it?
Harry was confused by the contradiction of his feelings. He really wanted to feel Malfoy next to him, the warmth of the memory tormented him every second. He yarned for more, but he couldn't stand another rejection. The deep-rooted hate towards the blond boy even grew.
You really don't care. You must be incredibly strong. Dare to show any sign of weakness and you're mine.
Why do you hate me so much? Why do you want to hurt me?
I will break you. I will make you whine.
I'll lie here the rest of my life if I don't do something.
I hate to love you.
I love to hate you.
At the exactly same moment when Harry sat up and opened his eyes, Draco closed his and kicked Harry blindly. Acting according to his reflexes, Harry had time to lock Draco's leg under his arm and break his balance. Draco fell over Harry, astonished of the sudden change. For a moment, there was a messy heap of entangled limbs and hasty motion to unbind the awkward knot. Again, they were lying next to each other, and this time adrenaline flowed in their veins.
Draco stared Harry disbelievingly. Harry saw this, and before the other boy had time to act, he pressed his lips against Draco's. He kissed Draco fiercely, signaling that it was what he wanted. He wanted his touch.
It took several seconds from Draco to understand the unexpected turn of the situation. He didn't foresee this happening, and at any rate, he didn't want it to happen so easily. The best things were behind the greatest efforts. Above all, he didn't want to be the one who was being kissed, but the one who kissed. He drew back his head escaping the enthusiastic lips tasting of dreams.
Harry closed his eyes again. I don't want to go through this. I don't want to hear him mocking me. I don't want him to go.
"Look at me, Potter," Draco commanded.
"And if I don't?" Harry mumbled turning his head.
"It's not an option." Draco slapped him on the ear. It startled Harry so much, that he brought himself to meet Draco's eyes.
Draco was still fascinated by the kiss and was about to start another one. Only on his terms this time. He caressed Harry's cheek and gazed intensively to his eyes. They reflected a mixture of feelings Draco couldn't interpret. It almost made him to back off, but a second thought made him want Harry even more. Nothing allows you to escape me. A quick smirk, lifting of eyebrows, and a fervent kiss.
A passionate search for common rhythm taking over them. Harry's hands on Draco's shoulders, exploring his muscular figure. Draco climbing on Harry's lap, sitting astride above his hips and pressing him down to floor. Biting of lips, taste of blood. Hands timidly unfastening the robes. Mud on the skin and the clothes. Burning eyes. Incised, torn skin touching soft, perfectly white complexion. Mutual amazement, cold shivers. A break, a breather for both of them before venturing forth.
Harry was mixed up. This was not exactly what he had wished for, but still it was better than the cold distance between them that used to exist. He wasn't really inclined to men, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he got. Even so, the break in the vigour offered him time to doubt Malfoy's motives. Is he still after humiliation? Some sort of twisted torture perhaps? Can I retreat now, or have I gone too far?
Oh, God. This is incredible. And incredibly easy. Why is Potter suddenly so willing again? If he wants this, I'm not going to obey him. He's my satisfaction, but I refuse to be his.
To Harry's surprise Draco withdrew from him, stood up and turned to glance down to him. "You're pathetic, Potter" he spat and left the cell.
Even though Harry had wished for a reason to retreat, this was too much for him. Malfoy seemed to be only using him, making him to shatter through his emotions. He curled up to keep himself warm, trying to forget the coldness of the cell when Malfoy wasn't there. His scent was lingering around him. He could still feel the touch of his skin. Eventually he started to cry.
Draco departed the cell his mind fizzing. He was still excited, and turning around and going back occurred to him in every step he took. However he couldn't. He knew he needed to stay away from this particular cell to keep the control. He needed to control his own feelings to control Potter. To fulfill his dreams.