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After Hours
As dawn approached and rays of light slowly began to filter onto the horizon, they would depart from their hidden life and return to the respectable routines they had always been known for: to hate each other.
However, as another night settled in at the end of the day, Harry and Draco would once again return to the Astronomy Tower to continue the same activities as the night before, and the night before that..
There was an unspoken agreement between the pair that they were to continue as normal throughout the day, and it would be the same time and place most nights. They did not speak at all. Mainly due to fear of what could be said. They were breaking all the rules they had built up over the last five years and they were both afraid of what could happen if anyone found out.
Any words that they might dare to speak aloud to each other would choke them, and so they came to the realisation that they shouldn't say anything. The emotions that ran between them were so strong yet so mixed, neither could distinguish any emotion or could be sure of any feelings anymore: attraction; excitement; animosity; hate; even... love?
Every time they met, it would kill each of them just a little more each night, and eventually neither had anything left to feel. Their hearts were hollow, empty shells, and their skin was numb to the touch of anybody else. For them, it was just about the sex now, about the routine and the excitement and fear of not getting caught.
They were objects to each other: just toys to use up and tear apart. It was about the violence and the power; the control they had over one another. But mostly, it was about what would happen next. The power to control each other was there, and just the touch of one would drive the other crazy; always longing for more.
They were a contrast: vast and different. That was what made it work so well. Draco: a Slytherin prince: the Malfoy heir with a crown of sliver blond tresses and steel eyes borne into his head. But Harry: he was the legend who everyone loved, and who Slytherins- especially Malfoys- hated. 'The Boy Who Lived.' But in himself, he was 'The Boy Who Lived... For Draco'. And so it was the other way round. If they didn't have each other, they would be left with nothing.
As another night grew into sunrise, the two men would return to their opposing common rooms with purple under their eyes, knots in their hair, and fresh bruises under their clothes, along with the sickening ache of being apart and facing another day.
They grew evermore distant from those they spent the day with; those who loved and cared for them, and grew closer to each other- aching and longing for each other's forbidden touch. They were sucked in further every time their eyes connected or bodies touched; sucked into the vortex that would never release them and would destroy their lives to the point of no return.
Fin