Please

By Lyla Hayden

Sequel to "It Hurts, So Good."

Warning: Slash. Not as bad as "It Hurts, So Good" but still...not for the feint of heart. You have been warned.

A/n: I just realized I didn't add a disclaimer, but this is fanfiction, it comes with the territory. This one is a bit longer then the first one. I think three times as long. Anyway, please read and review.

I sat in Potions and watched Snape pace back and forth in front of my cauldron. We were making a sleeping draught. I glanced at Draco. He was fussing with the blade in front of him as if he was dying to cut something.

I twitched in my seat watching the blade glisten. I could barely hold myself in my seat. I grabbed the knife off of my table and placed it into my lap. Snape didn't see. I needed release. I couldn't take it! I slashed the knife into my wrist and hissed in pain. No, it wasn't pain. It didn't hurt. It tingled but felt good. Blood fell to the floor like mad. This cut was deeper then I had ever made before.

It was even deeper then what Draco did to me in the past. I cursed under my breath and set the knife on the table to look for my wand. I had to stop the bleeding. I pulled it out of my bag and looked up to see Snape hovering over me, holding the knife. "What is this, Mister Potter?"

I froze. Why wasn't I more careful? I should've known that he'd see it. "Nothing," I spat out hastily.

"Whose blood is this?"

"No one's." I hid the mark on my arm. My head was spinning and I felt sick. I hadn't had a chance to stop the bleeding.

"Is it yours?"

"No!" I shouted quickly. By now, everyone was watching me. Snape stepped up to my side and grabbed my wrist, pulling me to my feet. I felt myself scream. He let go and stared at his blood-covered hand.

"Harry!" Seamus and Dean ran over. Seamus pulled my sleeve back and stared at the gash on my arm. I could hear lurching, but it seemed far away. I was screwed. Swaying on my feet, I stumbled out of the classroom.

"Harry..." I turned around. It was Draco.

"Sorry. Couldn't wait." I smiled softly and continued to stumble down the hall. A hand pulled me inside an empty classroom and I felt the pain in my wrist disappear. "Draco..." I whispered to the darkness.

"Yes."

"What do you want? Everyone knows about me..."

"I know." He snickered. "Pretty ironic, eh? I'm the one that knew first. Your worst enemy, the person you hate the most, knew before your best friends." He laughed aloud, in that crazy, sadistic tone.

"I never hated you, Draco," I whispered as I pulled him down for a kiss. It wasn't heated, or angry, like before. It was just...nice.

"What do you mean?" he asked after we pulled apart.

"I don't hate you. I never did." I pressed up against him. I felt his arousal on my leg as I pressed mine between his. "Hurt me," I whispered. "Please."

"Harry, you're really fucked up, you know that, right?"

"You are too." He laughed and pulled me in for another kiss, this one burning with pain as he bit my lip so that the blood would fuel our kiss.

His hands pulled at my clothes, mine at his. Pain filled my thoughts as he made a cut along my side, from my hip to a spot just below my armpit. "I love you, Harry."

Tears filled my eyes. Not because of the pain, but because he felt that way. "I love you, Draco." With that out, Draco pushed his way in me. A screamed ripped through my throat and I knew everything would be sore in the morning.

He paused, breathing heavily against my neck. I grabbed the blade from Draco and made a smaller, shallower cut where the one he'd healed earlier was. The knife was ripped from my hand. "No," Draco said breathlessly. He pulled out a bit, then pushed back in. I bit my lip and fought off the tears of both pain and pleasure that threatened me.

This is my release. Please don't take it from me.

I walked out of the old classroom with a limp. Snape was standing there with just about half of the Potions class. The half, I realize, was the whole class. A lot of the Slytherins had died in the fight to save Voldemort and even more Gryffindors had died to kill him.

Tears fell from my eyes and Draco wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. I felt no pleasure in his touch. All I felt was the emptiness that I knew would occur. They would take Draco away from me. They'd take my love, my release, away.

"What?" I said hoarsely. All that screaming stung at my throat.

"You were...we heard..." Dean stepped up out of the crowd. "Screaming. The door was locked but we heard more screaming."

"What's going on, Mister Malfoy? Mister Potter?" Snape raised and eyebrow. I felt Draco sigh and rest his head on my shoulder.

"We're going to get married."

I looked over at him and felt the tears flow anew. "You're...what?"

"Getting married."

"Married?" Snape gaped.

"Are you deaf? Yes, married."

"Wait...So...Draco Malfoy is going to marry Harry Potter...?" Seamus asked.

I felt myself nod. Draco grinned at me. We walked away, Draco's hand holding mine tightly. I fight back the tears of joy. Was he serious? Should I even ask? What about school? We still have a few months. Killjoy.

Draco squeezed my hand and I looked over at him. "Yes I was serious." I felt myself smile. I feel like a fool, smiling at the thought of marrying the one man that I was supposed to hate. He was the son of a Death Eater.

But I love him.

That is all that matters.

I love him and I will marry him.

He is my release, my love, my everything.

-The End-

a/n: I like the other one better...But this one's okay, I guess. I got two requests to write more, so I'll just add this one to it. Hope it's not too bad. Review pleases. ' I don't think I could write more even if I was asked. I could try, but I know it'll be worse then this one.