Rating: R, for good reason, thank you very much.
Warning: Violence and major slash. If you don't know what slash is, it's just pairing off two males, so if you don't like any of this, don't read it. Flame me if you want, but I'm giving you fair warning ahead of time.
A/n: I have a stupid story to tell you before I continue with the story. Okay, so I was taking a shower and I remembered someone saying that I should re-write "It Hurts, So Good" from Draco's perspective. Plot bunnies kept attacking me left and right, until one hit me so hard that I slipped and cracked my head open on the water faucet. While on the way to the hospital I wrote down all the notes for this story. That is my excuse for the lameness. That, and I had a minor concussion and I had to run out of the bathroom clad only in a towel. Major embarrassing... ; Well, anyway. On with the story.
Easing The Pain (Draco's POV)
By Lyla Hayden
I stood over one blood-covered Harry Potter. I slapped the whip hard across his back, grinning manically as I saw the pain on his face that had matched my own at the hands of none other then my father.
My blade carved away images into his side, it seeming to take on a life of its own. I laughed when I saw what I had drawn. "Harry, you've spent your whole life fighting His evil, and now you bear his mark! Isn't that funny?" And it really was!
"I guess so, Draco." I dug my slender fingers into his hair and pulled his lips up to mine. My tongue slid over his lips and his mouth parted obediently to allow me entrance. As our tongues danced, I felt the growing need to have Harry build up until I could take it no longer. I pushed myself roughly inside of him, reveling in the scream that brought forth.
I thrust myself in farther and buried my face in his neck as I began to pump in and out in a smooth rhythm. I gasped and bit down on the space between his neck and shoulder, smiling when I felt the blood ooze into my mouth.
I pounded into him harder upon hearing him scream out my name. My arm trailed teasingly around Harry's middle to give him pleasure. I grunted pushing in once more and cried out as I felt myself release inside of the Gryffindor Golden Boy.
Harry reached his climax only a moment later and I pulled out. Looking around briefly, I spotted my wand and waved it over the room. The blood seeped into the floor and vanished without a trace.
I help him into his clothes and I let my eyes wander over his frail body. Why did I do this to the poor boy, you ask? He needs it. I need it. I need him. If I can't have him...well, I'll just fall over and die.
I love the guy. What else is there to say? But just because I love him, doesn't mean I'm going to tell him. Merlin, that would be suicide. Maybe some day...some day when I think he might be able to at least appreciate my feelings. I know he'll never return them.
I'm not his love. I'm his release. That is all. And that thought makes me just want to bruise and cut him up all over again. This is a one-sided love. But I love him enough for the both of us. I pull my boots on and I walk out after Harry. We say nothing, and we go our separate ways.
It has always been like this, and it always will be.
-The End-
A/n: Review please? o.O;