Warnings. Boy love and abuse. Don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
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It wasn't supposed to be this way; it had been an accident… hadn't it? I never meant to make you cry or bleed, that wasn't what I had planned at all! I mean I love you… why would I hurt the one I love most? I'm confused…
Yet, that night, I had this overwhelming urge to strike you, to make sure that mouth would be unable to form a coherent smirk to save its' own life. And so, without a second thought, I did just that. The way the crimson liquid that kept you alive splashed against your ivory skin and your silver-blond hair was so beautiful, I had to bite my lip from moaning aloud. I didn't want you to know that I was enjoying this. I couldn't let you have that little piece of information to use against me later on; if you dared to breathe word about this night to begin with. The problem is there's always that chance with you, and though I'm apparently the bravest soul in all of Hogwarts, this is a risk I'm not willing to take.
What would they say if they knew I was doing the moonlit tango with my worst enemy? The one rival who made my blood boil, made my cheeks flush and my nerves twitch with anticipation; yes you had that power over me.
But, now who has the power? Who's the lord and who's the servant? The master and the slave? I even venture to say that our roles have reversed completely – I now have the upper hand. I've caused your blood to spill; it's all my fault. I feel no remorse, and I'm almost shocked. Then I remember who exactly it is lying beneath me, a foe rivaled only by Voldemort himself.
Yes, the way the blood ran down your jaw to your neck, a delicate trail of vermillion that pooled in the hollow of your throat… absolutely exquisite. But remember, it was all an accident. I never meant to hurt you. It's just now I can't seem to stop.