Alone

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A/N: I really hope this doesn\'t ruin the feel. It\'s written somewhat differently, but all your requests for a second chapter made me want to write this! Please tell me what you think


Draco\'s P.O.V.
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I hate Potter.

He\'s so perfect. Dumbledore\'s lackey, his puppet. He has no original thoughts. He is a figment of someones imagination. He is no individual. I have control. I own him. He is indebted to me.

He owes me for giving him life. I am responsible. No touching that\'s the rule. No touching, no talking, nothing. It keeps us safe. I don\'t think he know that. It\'s for the best. Sometimes I feel he wants to say something. I must not give him that opportunity.

I sleep with Blaise to make a point. I don\'t think he understands. He looks hurt when I\'m with Blaise. No touching, no talking. Those are the rules. I fuck him, he complies. Never a word is said. I leave, he stays. I don\'t wonder what he does.

The owl is sent every morning. He looks embarrased. The Weasel and the mud-blood try to push their way in. He keeps up his guards, good boy. He always comes, never misses a date.

Good old room of requirement. Always there, always the same. I ask for a place for sex. Not a place for love. No love, that\'s the rule. No touching, no talking. The room is always the same. Consistancy is good.

An innocent touch that started it all. He wanted it, I gave it to him. He came back, we did it again. And it continued so. No talking, no touching. The only physical contact necessary is a grip of his thighs. He doesn\'t complain. He shouldn\'t. He owes me. I made him.

I hate Potter. Keeps coming everytime. Never says a word. Blaise laughs when told of the encounters. He snickers, I almost smack him. But I am a Malfoy, we do not resort to such muggle things. I curse him instead. He is in the hospital wing for a week with bats flying out of his ears.

\'I love you.\' I hear a whisper but don\'t stop. I stand outside the room of requirement, waiting. Much later he comes out. He thinks I am gone, but I\'m not. He looks bad. He\'s been crying, I can tell. I do nothing, say nothing.

No touching, no talking. It protects us. He doesn\'t know. Pansy clutches me. I kiss her. Potter sees. Next time, nothing is said. I fuck him. He stays, I leave.

He stares at the lake. I stare at him. He doesn\'t know, never will. He cries, I listen but he doesn\'t know. The whispered \'I love you\' follows me out the door. He never says it in my presence. I know he says it though. It looms over me. It\'s a dark cloud pouring down on me.

He doesn\'t know the pain I feel. He must feel it. I insist. I push into him. He gasps, my body covers his. I love the feeling, but he can\'t know. It\'s over and I\'m gone. He stays.

I hate Potter.

He is forlorn, lost, irreplacable, gone. The weasel butts in again. Harry lies. Good boy, Harry, good boy. Keep them out. Know what it feels like. He understands, but he can\'t know. He took my parents. Mine took his. It\'s a circle. I take him and he\'s taking me. I control him. He owes me.

I gave him life. He wants more, a kiss, a word, a sign. Never. He\'s breaking me. I hate Potter. He can\'t do this to me. No touching, no talking. It\'s keeps us safe.

He\'s here again. Never misses a meeting. Always late, but always here. Nothing said. He turns around, I fuck him. It\'s over. I\'m gone before he\'s done fixing his pants. I wait. He stays.

Blaise doesn\'t laugh anymore. Pansy clings like a leech. I am soaking from this cloud over me. He watches me. I ignore him. It hurts him worse than ever. He must feel my pain.

Voldemort is gone. He is empty. He cries in the dark. I wait. He stays. I watch as he drowns. I do nothing. No talking, no touching. The rules. He wants a touch, I know it. I don\'t give it to him. Too dangerous.

I hate Potter.

He\'s affecting me. Never a word. Fuck and gone. He sits on the unused bed and waits. I wait. He doesn\'t know, never will. His eyes are red. The mud blood shoves her knowledge at him. He resists. He feels my pain. Finally.

No touching.

Touch creates bonds, bonds create feelings, feelings become love.

No talking.

Talk is overrated. Talk ruins everything. Don\'t say a word, ruin.

The rules.

Keep us safe. Set a distance. Obey the rules.

He doesn\'t obey the rules. He\'s a Gryffindor. He feels my pain. He\'s affecting me. His eyes glow with sadness. I don\'t look. He stays, I wait. He doesn\'t know, never will.

He talks to the wind. I listen. He cries, I listen. I do nothing. I am soaking from this cloud.

I hate Potter.

Despair, disrepair, disgust, damning. Potter, the figment. No original thoughts in his head. I created him. He owes me. My pain, he feels. He sits on the bed, waiting. I don\'t return, but I wait. What is he doing to me? I hate him.

Keep us safe. No talking. No touching. I\'m slipping, no one to catch me. It\'s his fault. He\'s getting to me. No talking. He breaks the rule when I\'m gone. The cloud is drowning me. I open myself. The cloud lessens. I\'m breaking a rule. No touching. Creates bonds, become love. It\'s breaking me.

His fault. It\'s his fault. He\'s creating more pain. He must feel it. He understands, but doesn\'t know. He cries. I watch. Do nothing. His fault. I\'m breaking. Pieces fall into the depths.

I fuck him, he says nothing. His forbidden whisper lingers in the air. Never when I\'m around, but I feel it. The cloud increases everytime. His. damn. fault.

It\'s affecting me. I see him. He sits, lost. I search, true feelings? Are they there? Can I see them? Can I feel them? Only one way to find out.

\"Hello, Harry.\"

I\'m broken.


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