Harry
I was lying in my bed in my dorm room listening to Ron's snores and thinking back to what had occurred a few weeks ago in the Prefect's bathroom with Draco. I remembered the intense feeling of panic, and Draco's hands gently draping my Invisibility Cloak over my shoulders. His lips had ghosted over my forehead. He had made me promise to come find him if I got the urge to cut again. I was completely captivated by Draco Malfoy.
It was midnight and my desire to carve designs into my skin was overwhelming. I needed it more than I needed to breathe. I wanted to honor my promise to Draco, but I didn't know how to find him. I paced in front of the statue of Salazar Slytherin guarding the Slytherin common room. I pleaded with him in Parseltongue to let me in, and surprisingly, he did.
I asked the carved snake in the Slytherin Common Room for directions to Draco's dorm. I felt horrible for waking Draco at 1 in the morning, but I knew I'd feel worse if I broke another promise. I found Draco and shook him awake. I suddenly found myself with a dagger at the base of my throat. Draco quickly lit his wand and I saw his first genuine smile. It was small, just a quirk of his lips really, but it was gorgeous. "Sorry," he whispered. The dagger drew a small drop of blood and the scent of my blood drove me wild.
Draco
I was rudely awakened at 1 in the morning. It was still dark, so my sharpened reflexes had the intruder cornered, and a dagger at his throat. The adrenalin woke me up and I silently cast, "Lumos". I smiled when I recognized Harry. I looked at his face and my smile dropped. He had come because he felt like cutting. I apologized and took him into the Room of Requirement. The room was dark, the light from my wand illuminated the room. It was devoid of everything except air. Even the light from my wand flickered, as if it would go out.
I smiled. It was perfect. I took Harry's shoulders and gently made him kneel on his knees. I kneeled too. I took off his shirt which was three sizes too big. I kissed him ferociously and bit his lip enough to draw blood. The dazed look on his face was oh-so-pleasing. I knew I would always have power over him, even in death. In that second, I was more powerful than Lucius Malfoy. Harry would prefer the pain I gave him rather than cutting himself, simply because I delivered him both pain and pleasure. He was blushing now. It might have had something to do with the fact that I had made him cum so easily.
Author's Note: The end was a bit abrupt. Sorry, not sorry. If you've not read many mature fanfics before, you're probably a little confused right now. Too bad. If you don't get this, there's not much of a point in continuing reading. Now's the time to stop. If you're still here, you're going to keep reading my fanfic till it ends. So please review.