Disclaimer: If I own harry potter, Draco would have his own religion.

A/n: a brutal love affair turned threesome. And it's dirty.

She stepped out of the steam-filled shower. Her hair fell into her eyes in raspberry-wet curls and she was breathing smoke. Wiping the mirror, she earned a distorted view of herself. The hollows of her eyes reflected nothing. She bit her lip and ran her fingers lightly over her delicate collarbones. A single shiver came from her frame as her body prickled in the cold. She thought. It was different now. She was used to loving him-his lips, his eyes, the pallor of his skin in the illuminations of night. The way he bled into her, his body told her secrets of silver, and whispered filthy things into her strained ears and invaded every crevice of her sinewy frame. The way the moonlight perfectly accentuated the marble, godlike beauty of her phone-tag novelty lover, and the beautiful silver glint in his eyes. He wasn't the same, like a picture wearing thin. Out of the corner of her eye was the only way she looked at him now.

She ran her tongue over her lip, trying to feel the warmth of blood. Please- she was always so cold, no matter how many candles melted to the wick. Sometimes she thought that there wasn't anything to feel. She'd gotten so used to it, in the next room. It was very Athenian-they melted together until their bodies burned and rasped for light and air. She had mastered the art of telling the blurs apart. The glint of his silver eyes. The flash of his flaming hair. It was so hard to tell who was who. The three moved together as one between the sticky-candy sheets and when she kissed them, the soft velvet made her tongue bleed silver and gold. It wasn't this way before.

.

And then it was another night. There was the kiss, then THE kiss. Their bodies rose and fell with heat and satisfaction. She burned and he burned and exploded in fire. His eyes bore into hers with a new passion, and she could tell that nothing would be the same. There was the shadow in the doorway. Now, there was twice as much passion-fire consuming the three as one. And not one of them felt anything. And he was selfish. And she had a habit of dying. And he lived for her. And she had the heart of a lion. And it was the three of them now. And it would never be the same. But it was enough.

.fin.