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Slide Away

Bring it On Down

"You're here on your own who you gonna find to blame?"

His steps landed on the ground with a muffled noise, muffled by all the dust and dirt covering the floor of the small secrete passage leading outside the castle. He was breathing hard; the air was damp and smelt of mould. Guided by the ever shinning light in the tip of his wand Draco made his way through the under ground tunnel he knew only too well.

He was used to traveling down the tunnel at late hours and could probably do it without the light... Even though he hadn't been there since his affair had started with Snape he still remembered the passage well, Harry wasn't the first boy Draco took under the weeping willow.

Draco wasn't thinking about Snape consciously and barely knew that the voice holding him back and telling him not to do what he was about to thought about the potions master alone. But the little voice little knew that the more dangerous, the more prohibited the whole thing was, the more Draco was drawn by it.

The fresh night air greeted Draco's lungs and he took a couple of seconds so as to allow himself to breathe properly. He loved the night, especially nights like this when the moon hid and allowed all the stars to shine brightly. He looked at the night sky, covered in many different tones of blue, the most beautiful blue ever, almost black, but deeper.

As he got nearer to the drooping tree, Draco saw the dark shape of a man leaning against the tree, looking up at the night sky, a breeze blew coldly at his face and Draco coughed, Harry turned around quickly, alarmed.

Draco didn't want to see his face, he grabbed Harry's waist and turned him around, he bent the boy over and pulled down his trousers. He practically raped the boy for he took him so forcefully, letting all his anger out, all the pain of being left alone once more, everything, he clawed at Harry's back, his nails biting right through the skin and into flesh.

He held closed Harry's mouth and silenced him always, he would touch the skin and rub against the flesh but as their body heat increased, generated by friction, Draco's heart grew colder and colder. He couldn't take it any more, he threw the almost lame body of Harry onto the floor and lay beside him, stroking his back whilst thinking, thinking of nothing, his only relief now was to be able not to think, something, he knew, he could not avoid for ever. The night got colder and morning was not too far off when Draco stood, leaving harrys numb body abandoned on the floor as he got up and made his way back to the castle.

Draco stepped inside the dorm, quickly but quietly shut the door behind him and fell onto his bed. He was greeted by the silence of his own guilty breathing and the coldness of the sheets, the coldness of his thoughts, the harsh treatment he gave himself. He had done something wrong, he was ashamed, he was desperate, he was sorry.

A flick of his wand sent a silencing charm all around his bed and all through the night, once again cold and alone, Draco cried, enveloped in misery, sorrow, guilt and shame.

"Lying on my bed
Staring at the ceiling
Then I close my eyes again
The only thing that's clear to me
Is your smiling face
Maybe I should wake again
Smiling face
Maybe I should let it end"