-The Honeymoon-

I sat trying not to scream as I felt the fire burn within me. You never really know how much a crutatious hurts until you've been under one for ten minutes running. My throat felt dry and itchy. I felt ready to fall over and die when Draco released me from the spell.

He ran his hands down my sides in a loving caress, but that wasn't what I wanted and he knew it. The love of my life pulled on his newly-made contraptions. Funny how love could be so nice and hurt all the same.

I watched as he slipped on the metal fingers and smiled at the pointed tips that were sure to cut my skin. Draco casually pressed one finger to the side of my neck and drew a little necklace around my neckline. I felt the blood flow from the fresh cut and I closed my eyes, satiated with the pain that wasn't really pain.

His hands slid over my shoulders, and down to my hips, slicing at my skin all the way down. I sighed through the tears that threatened to overwhelm me. Blood flowed anew as his shallow cuts grazed the cuts that were already there.

I whimpered as Draco pulled my body up close to his and kissed me. His tongue darted out to play along my lips, asking for entrance. My lips parted and our tongues danced together to a music heard only by us.

I gasped and threw my head back as he entered me. It didn't hurt as normal, for we'd already done this a few times already, but it still stung something horrible. No scream would come. My throat was dry and red. His mouth was still over mine.

I didn't mind.

Afterward, we lay our bodies intertwined before the roaring fireplace. I was perfectly content to just lie there forever. Draco leaned over and planted a kiss on my forehead and pulled me even closer to him. I felt his arousal rising up against my leg and I pressed my own against it, gasping at the friction.

He rolled me over onto my back and pressed the tip of his newly-acquired arousal at my entrance. Covering my mouth once more with his, he pushed his way into me. The sharp nails that we created for this very thing dug deeply into my shoulders and I whimpered.

Pleasure and pain.

Such a fine line between the two.

How can you differentiate between them,

When they are so closely related?

I sighed and went to answer the door, a pair of pants pulled self-consciously over my cut-up, bleeding body. "Lupin," I gasped, quickly shutting the door in his face.

"Who was it, Harry?"

"It was Remus Lupin."

"Holy fucking shit! Get a shirt on, and I'll heal you up a bit."

This isn't good.

What if Lupin takes me from Draco?

I need him.

I opened the door and looked out. Lupin was leaning against the side of the house staring blankly at me. "Can I come in now, Harry?"

"Oh...I...uhm...yeah." I stepped aside and Lupin walked in briskly, purposefully avoiding the crimson-colored room. "What are you doing here?" I finally asked when I found him sitting in the kitchen watching me as I sat beside him.

"I came to see if you were still alive, Harry. You never owl anyone. Seamus and Dean are really worried. So is Professor McGonagall."

"And you aren't?" I asked coldly.

"Would I be here if I wasn't?" he retorted, equally as cold. I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. "I really think that you should go see a therapist. Both of you." I snorted. A therapist would just say what we do is wrong and condemn us for it. What we have is love, built on a craving for blood. I crave my own and Draco...he craves someone else's.

"We don't need one. We're perfectly content to live our lives out like this."

"Harry. Look at yourself. Would Ron want to see you like this? What about Hermione? Even Dumbledore! Think about Sirius!" Lupin pushed his chair back as he stood up. "Can you really be okay with torturing yourself like this, day after day?"

"Yes," I whispered, "I deserve it. I need it."

"No you don't. You could find some other way to release your pain. I know someone who would be willing to-"

I stood up. It is none of his business! "Draco is my release! Now you can get the fuckin hell out of my house right this instant unless you stop telling me that the way I chose to live my life is wrong! It isn't wrong! I'm not dying! I'm living!"

"Harry..."

"No." I folded my arms across my chest and winced, immediately unfolding them.

"I really hate to do this, Harry, but..." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at me. "Petrificus Totalis!"

Nothing.

"What...?"

"There's only one room in this house that allows magic to be used and it isn't the kitchen. I'm sorry, but you have to go now, Remus." I stood up and pointed to the door. "I don't appreciate you trying to take me away. This is my honeymoon and I wish to stay. Now GO."

I lost another friend.

What else is new?

No one wants me to be happy.

No one except Draco.

I'm not crazy.

I don't need to be locked away,

So stop trying to take me.

I walked back over to Draco and found him sitting on the dark red couch staring at me. "Harry...What if he's right?"

"He's not right! I don't need help."

"I think we both do. I mean, just look around you. Can you truthfully say that you enjoy all of this? Is this really how you want to treat the memory of your friends and loved ones? By letting me hurt you day after day?"

"Yes. I don't mind. I deserve it."

"No you don't," Draco whispered pulled me close. He had taken the metal fingers off. Tears fell from my eyes. "You don't deserve this. I love you, Harry, but we both need help. What do you say we go catch Lupin before he leaves and go see that person he was talking about?"

"I don't want them to take you away," I muttered softly, fighting back the sobs.

"They can't. If they try," I felt Draco grin. "If they try, we'll sue their arses off."

I couldn't hold back the laughter, but that made the tears come.

Oh god, what have I done?

Are they right?

Do I really need help?

Yes. I do.

Draco and I ran hand-in-hand after Lupin.

-The End-

A/N: Uhm...review? Hi Stephie and Liz! Blame the caffeine for this thing...? ::Pose:: AHEM Right. Anyhow...If anyone has any ideas on how I can carry on with this story, enlighten me and I will write more, otherwise you're stuck with nada. Nothing. I might write this from Draco's POV, but I dunno. Senior year is so hard! Kudos to anyone actually reading this. That is all. Review?