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Covet	By : freakonaleashxhp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2963 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am not writing this fan fiction for profit.

Chapter List
- 1-Playing with Fire Guised as Steal
- 1
Title: Covet

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and associates own these characters; I am writing this for fun and not profit.

Warnings: Violence, sex, blood play, angst, anal, BDSM, cutting, fet, fingering, fist, HJ, m/m, oral, self-injury, rim, toys, WD, WIP, Ignores the epilogue (for now). Maybe subject to change so be prepared for anything. I apologize for not putting the self-injury warning up earlier, again this process is brand new to me. I hope I do not offend anyone with anything I write, these are not my personal views and it is all for the sake of fanfiction, nothing more.

Pairings: Harry/Draco, possibly other minor pairings(?)

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Do you truly know the person whose been sleeping beside you in your bed every night? In truth, would you actually want to? Originally named 'Covet'

Author's Notes: I do not know how many chapters this story will likely have. This is my first time ever really ever writing anything and sticking to it. There will be blood. Maybe even lots of it. There definitely will be sex. Lots of that also maybe. But I am trying not to go down the sex and smut avenue, I want to give back to all the other authors I've had a chance to read and learn from and trust me their are MANY and that list is still growing. I want to give you all a plot but I feel like I might have not hit anywhere near the mark yet. I dedicate this chapter to freakingcrups for pushing me into writing this and to all the other authors who I draw my courage from today. Please do not try to steal this. It's not even good enough to me for theft. It is not beta'd yet and it will be subject to change, this is JUST a test run. I thank you all for your time.

"The expression of the face balks account,

But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face,

It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of

his hips and wrists,

It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist

and knees, dress does not hide him,

The strong sweet quality he has strikes through the cotton and broadcloth,

To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more,

You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side."

-Walt Whitman, excerpt from I Sing the Body Electric

Chapter 1

He sat at the dining room table studying the razor blade in front of him. There wasn’t anything special about this particular blade; it was just another piece of steel that he nicked from their restroom cabinet off of one of his new razors. It was funny how small habits such as shaving still stayed engrained into someone’s subconscious when they didn’t really need to do it anymore.

He’s still the love of my life, even if he can’t grow a five o’ clock shadow. Harry smirked to himself as he still stared at the silver four-sided object.

Harry lifted his hand and gently caressed the blade, trailing his finger along its longer side and back around again and again. It was repetitive and he did it again and again but it was a habit he let his body indulge in before ever really getting his hands dirty. Harry counted each go round, he had to learn early how to manage his time and actions perfectly months ago after Draco almost caught him the third time. The first he was lucky, the second he got messy, and the third, that was the worse.

That day Harry was so focused on the crimson gold falling from his most resent stroke of the blade that he had mere milliseconds to shove everything into the nearest bin as he ran to hide away in the restroom as the latch to their flat door clicked into place.

Harry stripped as he fiddled with the shower knobs, he could her Draco whistling as he put down his briefcase and keys on the hall table. The brunet stilled with one leg still caught up, tangled in his jean and trainers when he heard the whistling abruptly stop. He wrapped his arms around his chest trying to slow down his rapidly beating heart swearing that Draco could hear it through the wood restroom door. When he heard nothing but the shower running he kicked off the trainer and jeans and threw his glasses to the nearest corner as he jumped into the still icy water. He cursed under his breath as he scrubbed his skin raw with the nearest washcloth but he didn’t care, he had to get the evidence off as fast as he could. The water finally started to heat up and Harry sighed. There was a creek at the door; he could feel his man there. Harry moved closer to the farthest corner of the shower, praying that the fog from the finally boiling water would obscure the blonds’ senses.

Harry held his breathe as he watched the lean silhouette come near. He jumped when he heard a rap at the shower glass. The raven-haired boy tapped back, Harry’s way of saying “I’m still alive,” because words aren’t always needed between them. The stoic blond walked away silently closing the door behind him. Harry collapsed onto the tiled floor and let the scorching water hit him as he watched crimson and pink tinged water swirl around the drain.

When Harry finally existed the sweltering restroom he was wearing one of the much larger shirts he pilfered from his silver Adonis’s hamper. Harry was knackered from the rush and the hours of scrubbing. Draco was in the sitting room working on something or the other from his brief case. All that blood, gods he could still see that beautiful scarlet running hot and fast from his body. Harry scrunched up his nose, his eyes going wide, ‘Gods,’ he could still smell it, that cloying rust smell. It was sweet earlier when he was in the moment but now; when he could be caught it was terrible. If he could smell it he knew Draco must of definitely gotten a whiff of it. Harry nonchalantly padded over to the kitchen and put some hot water into the nearest small pot. When he turned to reach up for the tea bags on one of the shelves Harry saw the way Draco’s quicksilver eyes studied him. Harry subtly pulled down the sleeves to the large shirt making sure he was covered. Thank everything above that Draco was so tall, the shirt pooled at Harry’s knees, covering mostly everything. Harry moved around the small kitchen, grabbing a mug from the sink and dropping the plain tea bag into the cup. He turned and caught his Dragon’s eyes asking silently if he also wanted a cup. Draco nodded and turned back to his paper work.

Grabbing another mug and tea bag Harry walked back over to the stove as watched the water finally peek and bubble. He grabbed the handle and carefully poured the water into the two cups and two spoons of sugar to Draco’s and three in his. Harry cautiously carried over the drinks and went back to pick up a pack of stale crackers he found in the cabinet. Harry made it to the nearest settee and began munching on them, guzzling searing hot tea as he went to stay coherent. He was still a bit peaky after all that blood and he knew Draco would notice. The man was over protective to say the least and a white-faced Harry would definitely catch his attention. When he looked up Draco’s eyes grew eerily silver white, almost like diamond that night and that’s when Harry knew for sure that his man was not what he seemed.

Harry finally grasped the blade and studied it one last time. The steel warmed in his grasp fitting in his palm perfectly. It wasn’t as jagged as he wanted it to be but that’s what happened when you used the same blade as often as he did but that wasn’t the point; it was Draco’s so it meant the world to him. Harry squeezed the metal not even blinking as the blade stung. He watched the little rivulets of blood as they ran slowly down his arm. When Harry opened into his palm again the blade was embedded into the center of his hand. He calmly picked it back out and licked the blood away. When he was done he hid the blade in his mouth between teeth and cheek and smirked. He was going to get what he wanted even if he has to take measures into his own hands.

The keys rattled, the locks clicked into place and Harry finally got up to lean on the nearest wall, eyes sharp and watchful. It was time.

“Hello my Dragon. ”
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