Draco lowered the knife to Harry's chest. He slipped the blade underneath
the color of his robes. Lifting up his hand, the dagger ripped through
robes and the shirt he had underneath. Draco pulled at the tear on his
robes until they finally fell off completely. In the meantime Harry
couldn't move, to scared that Draco's poor knife skills might kill him if
he wasn't careful. Frustrated with his dagger, Draco grew tired of trying
to slice Harry's shirt off. In the end, he dropped his knife to the side
and tore Harry's shirt with his bare hands. Harry accidentally let out a
small giggle. He thought it was amusing that Draco concentrated so hard to
get Harry's shirt off.
The noise made Draco look up Harry, but Harry quickly recovered and acted like he was scared of Draco. The night's breeze hit Harry's bare chest, hardening his nipples. Draco enjoyed watching Harry shiver. "Now, Potter. You asked me what I was going to do, eh?" Draco leaned over Harry as his fingers wrapped themselves around the dagger. He brought the dagger to his face and licked the sharp edge of the blade.
Pressing the tip of the dagger on Harry's left breast, Draco made a clean shallow cut. He eagerly watched the blood fill up the wound and drip down his stomach. Harry made his hands into fists, attempting to ignore the pain. Draco dipped his fingertips into Harry's wound, gently smothering his blood around his chest in circular motions. Harry winced at the contact of Draco's finger's and his cut. Draco looked into the depths of Harry's eyes and saw him struggling to fight the pain. He grinned then sunk his teeth into the bottom half of the slash. Harry's eyes started to water and tears streamed down the corners. He didn't even realize he was gripping onto Malfoy's other arm until Malfoy unlatched his hand. Blood was smeered all over Harry's chest and on Draco's lips. Draco released his teeth, letting Harry's wound throb.
The sides of Harry's face where now drenched in tears. His chest throbbed with pain; he could feel his blood pulse through his body. Draco's tongue slid out from between his lips and started stroking the incision in Harry's chest. Harry's breath became louder and deeper, holding back his tears. Draco lowered his head, pressing his plush lips on the wound. Slowly moving his head upward, passionately kissing Harry's neck. Harry tilted his head back, slowly losing himself into the world Draco was creating.
Draco's lips traced every contour of Harry's collar. He lifted his head and looked at Harry. Harry looked back at him, wondering why he stopped. Their faces drew closer together, Draco's tilting slightly. When their soft lips made contact, Harry closed his eyes, indulging himself inside the kiss even more. Draco's body wrapped itself around Harry, keeping him warm from the chilly air. Just as their kiss was evolving, it started to drizzle. Draco looked annoyed, as did Harry. Draco's lips separated from Harry's. He looked at Harry as if it were his fault it started to rain.
"What the hell. I can't believe it's raining. Your lucky Potter, you'll make it out today still alive." As Draco was getting up, he shoved his fingers into Harry's bruised side, where Draco had kicked him previously. Harry peeled over, watching Draco mount his broom and fly away.
What had just happened? Harry looked perplexed. He propped himself up against the roof more comfortably. The rain was getting stronger, droplets covering Harry's skin. The blood from where Draco had pierced his skin was still bleeding. He slowly stood up, not wanting to injure himself even more. He reached for his broom, got on it, and took off. He carefully snuck into the enterance of Hogwarts. How was he going to make it back to the Gyffendor common room with out getting caught by one of his professors? What about Filch? Harry sighed, "Why did I have to go after Draco?"
The noise made Draco look up Harry, but Harry quickly recovered and acted like he was scared of Draco. The night's breeze hit Harry's bare chest, hardening his nipples. Draco enjoyed watching Harry shiver. "Now, Potter. You asked me what I was going to do, eh?" Draco leaned over Harry as his fingers wrapped themselves around the dagger. He brought the dagger to his face and licked the sharp edge of the blade.
Pressing the tip of the dagger on Harry's left breast, Draco made a clean shallow cut. He eagerly watched the blood fill up the wound and drip down his stomach. Harry made his hands into fists, attempting to ignore the pain. Draco dipped his fingertips into Harry's wound, gently smothering his blood around his chest in circular motions. Harry winced at the contact of Draco's finger's and his cut. Draco looked into the depths of Harry's eyes and saw him struggling to fight the pain. He grinned then sunk his teeth into the bottom half of the slash. Harry's eyes started to water and tears streamed down the corners. He didn't even realize he was gripping onto Malfoy's other arm until Malfoy unlatched his hand. Blood was smeered all over Harry's chest and on Draco's lips. Draco released his teeth, letting Harry's wound throb.
The sides of Harry's face where now drenched in tears. His chest throbbed with pain; he could feel his blood pulse through his body. Draco's tongue slid out from between his lips and started stroking the incision in Harry's chest. Harry's breath became louder and deeper, holding back his tears. Draco lowered his head, pressing his plush lips on the wound. Slowly moving his head upward, passionately kissing Harry's neck. Harry tilted his head back, slowly losing himself into the world Draco was creating.
Draco's lips traced every contour of Harry's collar. He lifted his head and looked at Harry. Harry looked back at him, wondering why he stopped. Their faces drew closer together, Draco's tilting slightly. When their soft lips made contact, Harry closed his eyes, indulging himself inside the kiss even more. Draco's body wrapped itself around Harry, keeping him warm from the chilly air. Just as their kiss was evolving, it started to drizzle. Draco looked annoyed, as did Harry. Draco's lips separated from Harry's. He looked at Harry as if it were his fault it started to rain.
"What the hell. I can't believe it's raining. Your lucky Potter, you'll make it out today still alive." As Draco was getting up, he shoved his fingers into Harry's bruised side, where Draco had kicked him previously. Harry peeled over, watching Draco mount his broom and fly away.
What had just happened? Harry looked perplexed. He propped himself up against the roof more comfortably. The rain was getting stronger, droplets covering Harry's skin. The blood from where Draco had pierced his skin was still bleeding. He slowly stood up, not wanting to injure himself even more. He reached for his broom, got on it, and took off. He carefully snuck into the enterance of Hogwarts. How was he going to make it back to the Gyffendor common room with out getting caught by one of his professors? What about Filch? Harry sighed, "Why did I have to go after Draco?"