The broken, The unwanted, and The Inhuman.
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
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28,605
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164
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Currently Reading:
1
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Thoughts and Lies.
After a few more minutes and quite a few broken items, Harry picked himself up off the floor of the bathroom and walked his way to the shower. Continuing to ignore how sore he was along with how he had acquired said soreness. Mental images and flashes of emotion from the night before kept playing over and over in his mind.
Thoughts of warmth, care, feather light touches upon his skin and the ungodly pleasure that had burnt under his flesh. And the most disturbing realization was the feeling of love and devotion still fresh and raw in his mind.
Draco had treated his body like a puppet, making it react and respond the way he wanted it to. Harry remembered lying hopelessly on the floor, lost in all of the sensations, screaming and moaning for more.
He tried to shake his head free of these thoughts, but he failed. They were too fresh in his mind to refute. He turned on the shower, making sure it was cool. With a wince he stepped in, not caring that he still had his sleeping pants on. He tilted his head forward allowing the water to flow over and cascade down his spine.
Why? Why did he let this happen? Why didn't he just go into his room when he had the chance? Why couldn't he tell Draco to stop? Why didn't he WANT Draco to stop?
Now thoroughly soaked, Harry peeled off his sleeping pants and continued to try and figure things out. He kept asking himself the same questions over and over.
Why? Why had it happened? He wasn't gay and he never would be. With the last thought in mind he asked himself again, how did this happen?
It wasn't supposed to happen. He didn't want anything CLOSE to what he and Draco had done. He wanted NONE of it.
He wanted to be left alone, that's all. He wanted to be given space, given more time. It was his right to determine when he was going to start a relationship, wasn't it? It was HIS choice and his choice alone!
Why did Draco have to do this? Why did he have to ruin this!
Harry's eyes grew angry and furious with each new question. With no other way to vent his anger, he slammed his fist into the shower wall loudly, cracking it against the tile. One, twice, three times hoping the pain in his hand would dampen the pain in his mind.
He didn't need any more chaos right now. No more drama, no more fighting, no more battles. He wasn't ready for this; whatever you could call the ‘this’. He couldn't handle the stress right now. Hell, truth be told, he couldn't handle ANYTHING right now. Not after the years worth of Hell he and his best friends had been through.
Why wouldn’t, why couldn’t Draco see that?
(Short chapter, i know, SORRY!!)
Thoughts of warmth, care, feather light touches upon his skin and the ungodly pleasure that had burnt under his flesh. And the most disturbing realization was the feeling of love and devotion still fresh and raw in his mind.
Draco had treated his body like a puppet, making it react and respond the way he wanted it to. Harry remembered lying hopelessly on the floor, lost in all of the sensations, screaming and moaning for more.
He tried to shake his head free of these thoughts, but he failed. They were too fresh in his mind to refute. He turned on the shower, making sure it was cool. With a wince he stepped in, not caring that he still had his sleeping pants on. He tilted his head forward allowing the water to flow over and cascade down his spine.
Why? Why did he let this happen? Why didn't he just go into his room when he had the chance? Why couldn't he tell Draco to stop? Why didn't he WANT Draco to stop?
Now thoroughly soaked, Harry peeled off his sleeping pants and continued to try and figure things out. He kept asking himself the same questions over and over.
Why? Why had it happened? He wasn't gay and he never would be. With the last thought in mind he asked himself again, how did this happen?
It wasn't supposed to happen. He didn't want anything CLOSE to what he and Draco had done. He wanted NONE of it.
He wanted to be left alone, that's all. He wanted to be given space, given more time. It was his right to determine when he was going to start a relationship, wasn't it? It was HIS choice and his choice alone!
Why did Draco have to do this? Why did he have to ruin this!
Harry's eyes grew angry and furious with each new question. With no other way to vent his anger, he slammed his fist into the shower wall loudly, cracking it against the tile. One, twice, three times hoping the pain in his hand would dampen the pain in his mind.
He didn't need any more chaos right now. No more drama, no more fighting, no more battles. He wasn't ready for this; whatever you could call the ‘this’. He couldn't handle the stress right now. Hell, truth be told, he couldn't handle ANYTHING right now. Not after the years worth of Hell he and his best friends had been through.
Why wouldn’t, why couldn’t Draco see that?
(Short chapter, i know, SORRY!!)