Burn me alive

CHAPTER 2 FLAMES
It had been 2 monthes since Harry found out that Draco left. And he had been more than confused. No one knew exactly what happened to Draco. But what they did find out was that It was only about 3 weeks.
The symptoms he gave off were just too common. Any kind of torture could've made him like that、 and Harry DID do his research.

They cross examined all the prisoners in that particular ward and the rest they could find. And everyone left Hogwarts to return to their own homes and do their own damage control.

Harry strode down to knockturn alley to get some... ingredients for Lupins potion. With Snape dead, Harry offered to make them for Lupin. He was walking into a slightly more disturbing area where even less people walked around. He skimmed over the store signs trying to find the one he thought he had heard Snape mention before when he heard some scuffling around the corner of an abandon building.

"You're terribly pretty." Whoever he was he had a deep, slimey voice that reminded Harry of Snape when he thought he was getting away with something. He could hear the smirk in his tone.
"Stop it"... That one sounded familiar.

Harry walked up to the building and peered around the corner. A flurry of rapid hand movements and clothes ruffling as a tall muscular man attempted to remove a baggy shirt from a small pale frame.
"Get off of me, you're disgusting."
"Ooh... feisty. I'm gunna like this" He saw the man smile and press his body into the smaller mans. Finally moving his broad shoulders enough to allow Harry to see the victims face.

"I'm telling you to stop" Draco demanded.
"You were always my favourite." The large man smied broadly and roughly shoved his hand down the front of Draco's pants. Draco visibly went rigid and whipped out his wand, pointing it straight at the mans head.

"CRUCIO"
He slipped down to the floor in convulsions and seizures, mouth agape in a silent scream as Draco watched with a, somewhat sick, amusement.
"Draco, NO!" Harry demanded sprinting over to him and pushing him back into the wall.
Draco's glare moved from the man on the ground, who suddenly ceased all movement, to Harry before his eyes nearly popped out of his skull from widening so much.

Harry, feeling an erection pressed into his thigh, moved back. Draco slipped to the ground and held his head.

"Wh..where have you been?" Harry asked awkwardly.
"..around" Draco mumbled to the ground. He pulled a cheap looking over coat around him, hands in the pockets, pulling his knees into himself and appearing self conscious.
"I know you didn't go to the mansion...It isn't even there anymore..Where'd you get money?"
"The family money is still there..."

He sat there, in awkward silence, until Draco realized his shirt was half off and shrugged it back on. He obviously disliked the feeling of cloth against his skin.

"You wanna... you wanna go get lunch or something?" Harry offered weakly. He had no idea what to do.
Draco stared at him blankly.
"Ok look... Come back to my house? I mean... what the hell even just happened here? Who was that?"
"I was trying to buy some dark ingredients for a potion" Draco began walking around the building.
"Where do you live?" He asked over his shoulder to Harry.
"Here" Harry extended his hand.
"Just hold on."
Draco turned around and looked at him for a moment. It made Harry nervous. He didn't know exactly which Draco this was.
The blonde walked up to Harry wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head on Harry's.
Harry tensed a little. This clearly wasn't the whore-ish Draco, but it wasn't exactly the meek one either.


Harry apparated them to his bedroom, where he had all his bandages and whatnot to make sure Draco was ok.

"Are you injur..." Harry stopped mid sentence turning around and looking at Draco.
"Do you still..."
"You are having issues forming sentences today aren't you?" Draco sat down on the edge of Harry's bed and smiled at him. That sexy 'I'm about to make you very uncomfortable' smile that Harry got to see a few times. It was more of a smirk now that he thought about it... A very sexy smirk when it's wanted, actually.

Draco shrugged off his tan overcoat onto the bed and straightened his loose green collard shirt with one hand, the other running through his hair. He rolled up the sleeves, closing his eyes as he gently touched his fingers to his bicep. The part of his arm that was most scarred out of all the lily white tissue of the lithe limb. So many scars. He went over one that was not yet a scar, but an open wound. Harry thought it looked like a burn. A long one that went from his shoulder to the inside of his elbow. Probably the reason he was wearing a long sleeved shirt when it was warm outside.

"Yes" He said smirking,
"I am still..." He put an emphasis on the silence Harry had left there earlier.
"Why? Do you want to kiss it and make it better?" He laughed.

Harry pulled out his little first aid kit. Walking over to Draco without looking at the boys face.
"Why do you do that Draco?"
"I told you, Harry. I can't get off without it." He let the boys first name roll of his tongue as if he was speaking of a child...or maybe a chocolate he was particularly fond of, in a bad way.
"No. You told me you wanted to remember."

Draco's hand stopped mid stroke.
"No" He corrected Harry.
"There's nothing I want to remember... Why?"
Harry looked at him through the corner of his eye. He could see that Draco was at that in between place. Somewhere between scared Draco and horny Draco.
"I...can I take a shower?"

Harry stood up straight, abandoning his box of bandages for his closet where he retrieved a towel for Draco and directed him to the bathroom.

"I smell like...that disgusting man..." Draco mumbled, walking, eyes trained on the floor.

As soon as the door clicked Draco disintigrated to a pile of shivering mess on the floor. He crawled over to the shower turning on the water and waited for steam before he stood and stripped himself of the baggy shirt and overcoat. Leaving on his tighter blue jeans and standing in front of the mirror.
He touched his reflections chest in the mirror and shivered a little at the cold. He didn't like cold. He touched his own chest where he was touching the reflection, right at the top of a scar that went from right collar bone to bottom of the left side of his ribs. It wasn't really a scar..no. It wasn't healed. Very red, slightly purple. He pressed a little harder and winced, but still pressed as he slithered the boney finger down his chest diagonally. He looked down at the buldge that was still poking out of his jeans and cursed. Why did that happen? He didn't LIKE what was happening to him...he NEVER liked what was happening to him... But his body reacted. Which means he did like it, right? 'Disgusting', kept running through his head.

He removed his jeans, twitching slightly as he pulled the tight fabric over his erection. Tight pants made him feel ...safer? More held together? But shirts would make him feel as if he was suffocating. Or what he used to feel. Back there, in the dark. That fabric that would rub across his bare chest. It always scared him because he knew what was going to happen.
He pulled off his boxers and stepped into the shower.

He winced as the steaming hot water hit him, whipping and burning him. He relaxed, letting out a low moan. The man had left him with a problem that needed solving. He needed to do something about it. He welcomed the burn as red lines started to swell on him where the water was running down his body and his hand miandered down to his erection. Every stroke he'd turn the cold water off a little bit more. He'd have to shower here more often. The water here got much hotter than down at the leaky cauldren. And it took a lot longer at the shabby motel. He shivered a bit as his shoulders started to go numb from the pain and he got a tighter grip on his member, stroking faster and gruntmoaning as the water nearly cut him. He was trying to be as quiet as possible. But he had gotten to know his body again after they ...found him. He knew now that if he didn't do something about this rather pressing matter it wouldn't go away, but only get worse and more importantly, cause him to think about things he really didn't wish to remember. On top of...sometimes he just plain acted weird and in this condition it seemed to worsen. A few weeks ago he almost randomly had sex with this man he had been doing business with in attempts to get his ingredients. Simply because the man called him beautiful and complimented him. It made him feel nice. Like he was worth something again. Not that he had ever been worth anything, really. And nowhere near as good as that burn he was feeling down his chest as the hot water ripped at his wounds.

"Flagrate" someone hissed. Draco screamed at the top of his lungs as the tip of a wand created lines of fire down his thighs, over his chest, on his face. Simulatneously someone trailed their mouth down his side and slipped a finger inside of him forcing him to arch his back up, and his chest into the burn producing wand. Seering, white hot pain. And just enough light to see sickly pale skin, nearly blue, and a slightly larger body. Someone roughly grabbed his cock, jerking it several times with a painful grip as he grouped around trying to grab at something, anything to make it all stop. Finally grasping clothe, he pulled. Getting in return a sharp cut acrossed his hand and someone biting his neck and mumbling in his ear to fight harder because that meant he liked it.

In a matter of seconds Draco found himself cumming and nearly screaming as it felt like his foreskin was being burnt off from the temperature of the water running down it. Muslce spasms running through him and ripping the orgasm out of him.

"AH, STOP" He screamed, quickly followed by a whimper.
"no..uh" He slowed his strokes as the images left him and the pleasure slipped away. Leaving him standing under burning hot water.

He shreaked and scrambled to move back from the stream of water, slipping and falling into the tub, smacking his head against the wall on his way down.
Harry came bursting in, in what felt like to Draco, was a matter of seconds after he fell.

Harry ran up to the shower yelling "are you ok?" and ripping the curtain back. He stood there in shock for a second after enough steam had left the room for him to see that Draco was lying on the bottom of the tub, face pressed into the tub, fingers digging into the tile wall, sobbing his eyes out.
Oh and he was covered in blisters and streaked with red and purple, making the pre-existing scars and wounds pop out in 4D.

Harry quickly switched the water off and levitated Draco, not wanting to further the damage, across the hall and to his bedroom. He lied him down on the bed and stood over Draco. The second he raised his hand and got the first syllable of the healing charm out of his mouth Draco raised his hand and shrieked,
"NO"
Harry stopped, once again shocked.
"Malfoy, I'm not going to hurt you. Just let me heal you."
"No, I did it myself. It's fine." Draco pushed himself up on his elbows, violently shaking and all sorts of red. He began to sit up and blisters popped and old scars reopened. He squeeled, but continued to sit up.
Harry pushed him back down and quickly healed him before Draco had a chance to complain.
" Episkey".
The broken flesh was mended. But he was still red. And obviously not of good mental health.
Draco glared up at him,
"Why the fuck did you do that for! I told you NOT to!"
"I wasn't gunna let you sit here and bleed on my bed!"
"You bloody PUT me on it you prick" He went to stand, obviously still over heated, and passed out. Right back onto the bed.

Harry took the liberty of dressing him while he dipped in and out of consciousness not saying a word, but getting very rigid the times he was awake enough to realize someone was touching him. After Harry had gotten some water in him and put a few ice packs on him he stopped shaking and got quite a bit less red. Harry sat on the bed next to him and watched the sun go down out his window.
The blonde rolled over, knocking an icebag onto Harry's crotch and wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. Harry jumped, smacking his hip into Draco's head as he did a little yelping dance to get the ice packs off of his restricted areas. Draco woke up and stared oddly at Harry while the boy threw the icepack across the room, cursing it to unmentionable places.

He began to sit up, feeling quite a bit better. But sore none the less. He slowly swung his feet off the bed and stretched as Harry walked in front of him and said,
"I got you cooled down...you should feel better now,"
"I wasn't bad to begin with" Draco snipped.
"... Malfoy you were bright red and bleeding...why on earth do you do that to yourself? I heard you SCREAMING"
Draco turned his eyes to the floor and hung his head,
"I had to get that..man off of me."
"You didn't even smell like him...you smell rather nice actually..."
Draco's head snapped up,
"I could still feel his hands. I needed him OFF of me" He spat at Harry before his eyes widened and he started looking around the room for his shoes,
"I..I n-need to go home" He looked panic stricken and started darting around the room for his shoes.

Harry caught him mid stride by the shoulders, and as per usual, the boy threw a fit. Shoving Harry back and pulling at his own hair before stumbling back onto the bed and pulling his knees into his chest. His apparent favourite position.
Harry walked up to the bed, kneeled on his knees and pulled Draco's hands away from his face.
"Where are my shoes" Draco weakly mumbled face in his knees.
"Why don't you stay here tonight?"
Draco looked up at him like he had just smacked him with a cold fish.
Harry reached foreward wrapping his arms around Draco.
"Stop it" Draco wiggled and pulled.
"No...come on...just stay here tonight? Just one night..." Harry laughed. The vibration from his chest shaking Draco's head.
"Sounds crazy but, I worry about you, you know? I couldn't sleep right for weeks after you just left like that."
Draco loosened up a bit. Relaxing a little in his arms. Yet another transition between what made him comfortable and miserably terrified.
He nodded yes. For what reason he could not tell you. Reaching his own arms around Harry's broad shoulders and burrying his face in the nape of Harry's neck. To much of both of their suprise.
"I think...that some things your mind allows you to forget. Not because it was too traumatic to handle, just out of courtesy." Harry mumbled into the side of Draco's head.
"..Somethings..." Draco mumbled into Harry's neck as he scooted closer, slipping a hand into Harry's hair,
"Are better left forgotten..."