Hands worked their way up his thigh, across his stomach and chest. Everything those fingers touched tingled with warmth, his skin afire with the passion he felt within him. His breath was quick and shallow, sucked in between the assults on his mouth from another. He could feel the other's heated flesh against his own, their bodies tangled within the sheets of his bed.
"You make me feel powerful. You make me feel as though I can do anything, can feel anything. I don't want this to stop."
Who was speaking, he couldn't even tell. The kissing never stopped, and he didn't want it to. It was an ambrosia of pleasure that made him feel as he never had before. He did feel powerful, the way the other's skin shivered against his touch and the way the other was moaning and gasping just as he was.
This was perfection, peace and torture, happiness and violence. All at the same time, making his mind spin and his heart pound.
"Do you care for me? Do you want me? Do you need me to be with you?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Yes and more and all and everything."
How could anything feel this good? The walls he had erected around his heart had been stripped away, but he didn't care. How could he find fault with it, when it felt like this? There were no rules, no hatred or weakness or failure or sadness. There were no expectations or grades or tests to take.
There was just this feeling of completion, something he hadn't known he'd been missing, and it came from Harry, emitted from his body like a wave of comfort and love and surrounding Draco like a blanket of warmth and caring.
The connection was there, he could feel it. But it was different from before. It wasn't a whisper of comfort as it had been. It no longer sounded like a lullaby, but like a throbbing scream in the back of his mind.
He was frightened.
Where was Draco?
He hadn't realized until this very moment how comforting the other's presence in the back of his mind had been. Now he couldn't stop the fear that coursed through his body, as he realized that someone else now held the mind joining spell with him. Someone else, who's spirit was violent and twisted and not the least bit sorry to use the connection against him.
He could feel fingers of thought working their way through his mind. He could feel every precious memory he'd ever held being ripped away, until all that remained was all the horrors in life that he'd faced.
"Stop!" he yelled, trying to push the force away.
It wouldn't stop, didn't even pause. He could hear gleeful laughter, edging on insane, echoing through his mind and it terrified him. He'd never been attacked quite this way, and he didn't know what he could do to stop it. He didn't even know who was there, who was doing this to him.
He could feel all that made him himself being stripped away, his thoughts losing cohession as he was assulted by all those memories filled with pain and blood.
"Draco? Draco, where are you?" he screamed, desperately wanting whomever held the connection now to return it to Draco's control. He couldn't stand this for much longer. Why was this happening to him? Where had the soft whispers gone? How could he of let himself bare such an intimate part of himself to anyone?
"STOP!"