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Lullaby	By : JaniS Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Not mine. I�m just playing with them.
A/N: I�m not English and this is not Beta-ed. I�m sorry for any mistakes. Also note that this is angst; there is Blood play here. This is Slash (H/D goodness!) so please, If that�s not your cup of tea don�t read. I hope you enjoy!
Dedication: Birthday present for my best friend FaniS, who endures my Harry/Draco obsession every day, and who otherwise would never practise her English. I Love ya.
PART I

Figured you out

�I like your pants around your feet � and I like the dirt that�s on your knees.

I like the way you still say please while you�re looking up at me.

You�re like my favourite damn disease.�

Nickelback.
It shouldn�t have been so easy; not for him to lose his grip and not for me to shatter him into pieces. Too easy indeed.

It all started one night in the Astronomy Tower (how typical). Potter on the brick of suicide and Draco Malfoy there to save the day.

I did not need to ask what was he doing, for the knife tightly clutched in his fist and the pool of blood staining his robes were more than obvious.

I pondered whether to leave and let him die in peace, or to stay and add a bit more of angst to the scene. I opted for the second; I�m a Malfoy after all.

I walked elegantly across the room and sat with my legs crossed in front of him.
�This is just too clich� I drawled, resting my head on my fists.
He looked up at me through his thick black eyelashes and attempted a scowl, but even that simple gesture was hard for him to manage.

I couave ave sat there all the while watching him die slowly and agonizingly but� power corrupts, and I wanted to seize everything I could from that precious moment of weakness.

His clenched fingers became limp the the knife clattered on the stone floor.

In a sudden impulse I crawled until I was almost nose to nose with my enemy. Watching him from that distance he didn�t seem dangerous at all� Oh, how I hated that face; that perfect little face that I so often saw in my dreams, laughing petulantly from his golden-boy pedestal� The-boy-who-lived� Well, not anymore.
I wondered if even then -with half his blood drained from his body and just me to hold on to- he would be able to escape death.

I brushed some strands of his messy hair from his forehead and contemplated his scar, running my fingers along it and taking in the roughness of the mark; how beautifully it marred his flawless skin�
I looked down at where his wrist was bleeding profusely and my eyes grew wide at the mesmerizing scene before them. It was a straight deep cut, with no hesitation in it�s stroke. I ran my hand along it and Potter winced. My fingers were tinted red and I brought them to my lips, liking the thick substance with the tip of my tongue.
�You�re sick, Malfoy� He whispered in a ragged breath. I laughed dramatically and bent down until I could bite his earlobe.
�I thought you were the one bleeding himself to death in the middle of a classroom.� Poor Hero-boy� �I could tell that you had more class than to kill yourself were anyone can find you, but then again, you always loved the

attention, didn�t you Potter?� I spat it out as if the words were poisoning me.
�Fuck you.� He cursed clearly, and it must have costed him a hell of an effort �cause when I looked at him his eyes were closed.

That�s when I kissed him.

He growled through his tightly shut mouth and I smirked with satisfaction.

I looked down at his dying figure and it was like living one of my wildest fantasies. I was like God looking down at a world that I could destroy with just a snap of my fingers.

In a sudden urge for controlling every little moment of the situation I forced him down on the floor and my hands found their way under his shirt, undoing each button carefully and ceremonially.

He whined like a sleeping baby when I took rid of his pants and I could not help but chuckle triumphantly when I found he was hard.

�My, Potter. Never thought you had it on you.� I so wanted to humiliate him even in his deathbed.

I wasn�t gentle, but I wasn�t rough either; I just let myself go.

When I entered him he felt so impossibly tight that I thought I was going to die myself. I loathed him beyond belief, and with every thrust the feeling grew deeper.

He whimpered and I saw the ghost of a tear run down his pale check. His body was trembling all over and I wasn�t sure if it was the sex or the death claiming him. I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw, holding my release; and when I looked around we were all bathed in sweat, blood and tears.
He moaned and that�s when I saw it, the bright light of hope shinning in his deep green orbs. I buried my head in the hollow of his neck.

�What?� I whispered.

He clutched my arm desperately and I kissed him briefly on the lips.

�What?� My voice came out hoarse and warm while he was struggling for that last bit of energy that could save his life. Because I knew what he wanted. He may have never talked about it after that night, but I knew that the sudden change of rules in our relationship has clicked something deep inside him; and he did not want to die anymore.

I could had just ignored his pleas and have my moment of glory; but that would have surely landed me in Azkaban.

My peace became slower and I braced myself around him maternally.

�Please�� he murmured. He managed to lift his hand and cup my cheek in it, leaving a red trail of blood all over my chest.

�Please� he cried �Draco�� So much for my control issues, I came right then.

My tense body collapsed on top of his. The smell of sex and blood was dense in the room. He was pale and cold and his chest kept raising and falling frantically.

�Your mine now, Potter� I whispered. �Say it.� He nodded faintly. �Say it.�

�Yours��

I muttered a healing spell and left him by the door of the hospital wing.

The morning after Hogwarts was a turmoil.

He did it again; Harry Potter escaped death.
A/N: Short, I know. This is NOT a pwp; it�s ment to be a novel-length fic, but that�s only if you want it too. Please leave a review and let me know what you think.

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