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Burn me alive	By : slashychick666 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2754 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco stood, wrapping himself in a towel and gliding across the room. Pompous as always. Slender as always. �Decidedly sane. He reached his room. Approaching his closet for his clothes, letting the towel fall to his feet.
Harry carefully placed the plate of food on the tray. He stared at the fork a moment before putting it on the tray next to the cup.

�It could be a bloody spoon and he�d still find a way� He muttered to himself.

He tiptoed up the stairs, he used to stomp but half the time if he did he walked in on Draco slamming himself into walls and sobbing. Digging his fingers into his own body. Punching his legs. Anything. The sound�scared him? Or maybe it just reminded him of something Harry didn�t care to know about.

He precariously balanced the tray on one hand. Opening the door quickly. Usually it didn�t matter. Usually Draco would simply be sitting on the bed, clothed or otherwise, staring out of the window.

Not this time.
Harry opened the door swiftly walking in; he caught Draco out of the corner of his eye quickly turning around naked. He had come to learn that the best reaction was no reaction. The more he reacted the more Draco reacted. If he was in his head he had to come out on his own. Nothing Harry said could change that.
�I brought you-�Harry was suddenly not standing, but flying; or, being flung, rather, across the room. He had turned his head just in time to catch Draco fling his hand in Harry�s direction mouth open wide yelling in disgust as he felt pressure push him out of his space and slam him into the wall.

He grunted loudly as he thudded against the wall.

�Bloody buggering hell WHAT is your prob-�

�What in MERLINS NAME ARE YOU DOING IN HERE WHILE IM NAKED!� Draco shrieked.
�You can do wandless magi-�
�SHUT UP AND GET OUT� he yelled scrambling to grab his towel and keep himself�decent.

�I don�t understand what the problem is; I�ve seen you naked a thousand time-�
�I SAID SHUT UP AND GET OUT.�

Harry stared at the floor for a second, then over at the food all over the floor.

�Oh for fucks sake. FINE� He grumbled getting up and leaving, slamming the door. Before he even made it to his room after putting the food away in the kitchen he heard rapid footsteps.

�Who do you think you are Potter? Swearing at me! Coming in the room without knocking! WHILE I WAS NAKED!�

Harry tried to ignore him and just walk back into his room, but as he opened the door a hand slipped in front of him and slammed it shut.

He sighed, looking at Draco.

�Glad to see you�re�Feeling well today, Draco.�
�And using familiar names, it disgusts me. How many times must I tell you to stop talking to me like you KNOW me personally or something?�

�Draco� Harry sighed.

�I know where every birth mark and freckle on your body is. I believe I know you well enough to call you honey, let alone by your first name.�

Draco flushed.

�We all have our lapses in judgment.� He snapped, exasperated and clearly de-moralised.

��Yea like when I decided you could stay here� Harry glared at him,

�Now let me in my bloody room you prick.� He tried to open the door again.

�You�d like that wouldn�t you! If I just let you get away with this! Well I won�t!�

�And what exactly are you going to do, Draco� Harry let his name slide off his tongue like velvet. Dripping with false sincerity and dipped in hatred.

Draco growled shoving Harry.

�You self righteous son of a-�

Draco punched the last word straight out of Harry�s mouth.

Harry�s eyes widened as he saw the fist coming and he stood there like a deer in headlights. Watching practically in slow motion as it collided with his face, forcing him to look to the side. He reached up and touched his cheek.

�You hit me.� He said.

Draco pushed him into the wall and punched him again.

�Ya and you�re just standing there like the bloody pansy that your parents WOULD HAVE raised you to be, were they not six feet under.� Draco smirked.

Harry shivered. It was like nothing happened. Like Draco thought they were back at Hogwarts. He was on the outside watching this ridiculous teen drama movie until he caught mention of his parents. Then his good old instincts kicked in.

�Bastard!� He yelled pushing Draco.

�What are you gonna do about it Potter? Cry to your mommy, oh wait you can�t because she�s DEAD.�

�Shut up.�
�Or what, you gonna cryyyyyyy? You want your Mum? Or, you know, anyone for that matter ha-ha� Draco threw his head back laughing, just in time to snap back down as Harry plunged his fist into the blondes stomach.

�SHUT UP. I am trying to help you, Malfoy. And I am not in grade school anymore. I won�t put up with your SHIT.�

�You disgusting little blood traitor� Draco ground out as he launched himself at the boy.
Minutes. Not moments or seconds, but whole, entire, minutes. That is how long they scrapped on the floor. Punches and scratches and hair pulls and�bites�and grinds, moans, writhes, please.

�Nnn�bloody�stuck up-�Harry gasped as Draco�s groin found its way to Harry�s.
�Yea� Draco moaned,

�I know Potter, shut up.�

Harry slid down the wall and pulled Draco over him, pulling Draco�s shirt over his head. As he ran his fingers down his abdomen he stopped just short of his pelvis.

Draco smacked his hands away,

�Don�t touch those, they�re mine.�
Harry glared at him,

�You kick me out of your room for TWO SECONDS and already you�ve vivisected yourself with a damn fork. I cannot believe you.�
�THEY ARE MINE AND I SAID STOP TOUCHING THEM, YOU CAN�T EVEN LOOK AT THEM.�

Draco growled. He quickly stood up, ran into his room, and slammed the door. Although Harry knew he�d come out once it got dark, he couldn�t stand the dark alone.

This is how the days were spent� For the most part. There were still the days of hair ripping and crying silently, or sobbing violently into Harry�s chest while slamming himself into walls.

Sometimes, he�d walk in on Draco just as he was removing his shirt and pressing his back against the tiled bathroom wall. While most people would shiver and cringe, Draco sighed, and relaxed. It seemed to be one of the few things that made him feel better.

But for the most part, the normal old pain-in-the-ass Draco seemed to be around. Only constantly trying to jump Harry�s bones. In between seemingly trying to get Harry to pummel him into the floor/wall/anything solid.
One night, when he hadn�t had a violent personality change in a number of days, Draco sat at the kitchen table staring at nothing for a few moments before Harry decided it was best to break his focus lest he start screaming.

�D�Malfoy?�
Silence.
He stood out of his chair and approached Draco,

�Hey� what�Are you thinking about?�

Draco looked up at him, and then down at his bruised hand. They had gotten in to it earlier, and Draco attempted to punch Harry who ducked�Causing Draco to slam his fist straight into a wall. Harry was nearly certain it was broken. Along with his cheek bone which was horribly green and purple and other shades of �horrible bruise�.

Draco licked his busted lip and turned his head to the side, feeling that he was being too obvious as to what was bothering him.

He had become vaguely tired of the constant wounds. Whether they were coming from himself or others.

Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco who immediately shoved the chair as far back as it could go, curling into himself, knees to chest, fingers digging into his legs.
�Oh stop that you drama queen� Harry mumbled kneeling down in front of him.

�Now, give me your face or I can�t do anything about it.�
Draco stared at him blankly. Harry knew this face. It was purgatory. It was the no man�s land. Where he was neither Draco-Draco, nor scared-Draco, nor rabidly emotional/horny-Draco.

Harry reached up pushing Draco�s chin up a bit,
�You know, my friends are starting to think I�ve got something against myself. Staying here with you all day while you beat the hell out of me.� He chuckled.

Draco�s eyes widened and he tried to turn his face away to no avail as Harry was holding his chin in place and tapping his wand against Draco�s face.

First the cheek was fixed, Draco reached up with his broke hand and ran the back of it against his face.

He locked eyes with Harry.

Harry�s blood ran white hot, or was it ice cold. He really had no idea what these things did to him anymore.

�You know I don�t like hurting you.�

Draco gasped.
So just love me, Draco. The long haired man had returned the very next day; he hadn�t missed a day since finding him in that horrible condition.

Draco whined as the man traced from the dip between Draco�s hips to the center of his chest with his tongue.

�I�I�m sorry.� He shuttered as the man inserted fingers gently into him.

�I can�t help it, I need it.�
�oh.� The man chuckled.

�Poor baby. Poor thing. Poor pretty pretty thing.�
Harry stiffened as Draco leaned forward, their noses touching.

�What are you� uh�D-�
He shivered. It was nearly unbearable, how badly he wanted it. Every day was so spastic with Draco, so new, so abnormal, barely ever the same thing twice. Harry backed up a bit but Draco cupped Harrys face with his broken hand, not even wincing.

�That�s got to hurt here just let me��
Draco touched his forehead to Harry�s. He didn�t know what to do. Just stare at him, eyes wider than Hedwigs, feeling as utterly as confused as Ron looked half of the time. Draco was simply looking at him. Not glaring, not undressing him with his eyes. It was something else. Something so�warm. Draco leaned forward, brushing their lips together.

�H..Hey�nnn� Harry tried to pull back. It wasn�t as if Draco was holding his face there forcefully, Harry just couldn�t seem to MAKE himself move. He turned his face so that his lips were in the palm of Draco�s broken hand, all the while keeping his eyes trained on Draco�s.

�..E�episkey.� Harry whispered into Draco�s hand, unblinkingly staring straight into the boys� eyes, watching Draco�s flutter shut.

The blonde shivered and smiled, just the tiniest bit, biting his lip.

Harry turned his face towards Draco�s again,

�What is it? Did I do it wrong, I�m sorry I�m not amazing at healing charms I-�
Draco leaned forward, eyes still closed, closing the gap between their lips. He slowly licked Harry�s, nibbling slightly, sucking gently. Harry sighed opening his mouth as Draco�s tongue slipped in.

�Restrain yourself, Harry� something he�d found himself thinking every five minutes lately.

�He�s not thinking right, this isn�t real, it�s practically rape just-� and then his head shut up and he was sliding his tongue across Draco�s and it was warm and wonderful and gentle. Draco moaned lightly into Harry�s mouth leaning forward more, pressing their lips together harder, but still gently.

Draco sucked on Harry�s tongue, then back to his lips and broke the kiss. He chuckled.

�My hand burns, that charm is...Odd.� Draco smiled. Harry felt himself get that same damned look on his face that he wished he could just remove from his emotional vocabulary.

Wide eyes, mouth slightly agape.

�Burning? Oh Merlin. I know that happens why would I even bother doing that to you.�
Draco chuckled again, kissing Harry one last time and actually opening his eyes, diverting them to the right.

�You�re just doing what I asked you to forever ago.�
�What�s that?� Harry whispered.

Draco shook his head.

�What am I supposed to do when you heal me?... Do I owe you? Do we have sex?... is that normal? Is that what everyone does? I most certainly don�t remember fucking Pomfrey� Draco pulled his hand away from Harry�s face, looking at the now clear back of it. Clutching his fist and opening it, as if to preserve the burn.

Harry shook his head and stood up.

�I think... Thank you will suffice for now�� He muttered as he walked out of the kitchen.
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