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Bloody Mess
Chapter Number/Total: 26/36
Chapter Title: Bloody Mess
Words: 2742 Words
Draco could smell as well as hear Harry coming. He was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, curled in on himself.
Harry walked into the room, this time knowing Draco had to be there. "I'm so sorry, Draco ...."
Draco didn't say anything, but his body reacted, as always. He looked over at Harry, longing to reach for him, but flashes of memory kept him still. He could see Harry tied, spread between the posts of the bed, and the most disturbing part of those memories was that they aroused him still.
"There's an editorial, too," Harry continued as he walked into the room. "The reporter who did the interview with me ... he actually demands that you are pardoned for all the crimes and that you're reinstated as a wizard. There's still hope, Draco."
Draco's breathing hitched as Harry came closer and more images flashed in his mind, blood dripping from wounds he had made on Harry, the man writhing under him.
Harry stopped, hearing Draco's breathing. "Please, Draco. I don't want you to hurt because of this."
Draco shuddered, his cock twitching from his lover's scent as well as from the memory of thrusting into Harry's bloody body.
"Say something ... anything ..." Harry murmured, walking closer still.
Draco growled, a low rumbling in his throat.
"That's something." He knelt down in front of him. "Come on."
Harry on his knees, his scent filling the room, the memory of blood -- it was too much, and Draco was suddenly trembling with the effort to hold back.
Harry sighed, reaching out for Draco and shuffling closer. "I love you ... remember?"
Draco growled loud, warning as best he could.
Harry scowled, but wouldn't give up. "I wish you'd say something more ...."
Draco was shaking now, still growling, and his hands clenched so hard his claws cut into his palms.
Harry shuffled forward again, slipping his arms around Draco. "Calm down," Harry murmured. He could feel his lover shaking as he rested his head against Draco's shoulder.
Draco lost control. Before he realised what he was doing, he had thrown Harry back and had him pinned to the floor, claws gripping his arms and teeth pressed to the soft skin of the other man's throat.
Harry let out a surprised yelp, but stayed perfectly still, not wanting to upset Draco further.
Draco was shaking with the effort not to bite that soft skin. He sniffed the strong scent of his lover, licking at that lovely skin as he ground his cock against Harry's.
Harry shuddered, feeling himself get hard, but he continued to stay still, not wanting Draco to end up doing something he would regret even though Harry didn't exactly mind at all.
Draco's voice was barely understandable, more growl than speech. "Mine," he said.
"Yours," Harry choked out, breathing hard.
Draco licked Harry's skin again, the taste and scent both soothing and arousing. He began to rotate his hips, rubbing himself against Harry.
Harry threw his head back against the floor with a groan, his body beginning to tremble. He completely forgot that Hermione was downstairs waiting for him. He forgot that he was supposed to be meeting the Minister. He forgot it all.
Draco drew his claws away from Harry's arms and up to his neck. He curled the sharp claws around the edge of Harry's shirt neckline and ripped downward.
Harry's back arched, the sound of his shirt ripping was loud in his ears.
Draco peeled the shirt back, exposing soft flesh, and licked his lips. He continued to lick Harry's neck, then moving down to his chest.
Harry reached out, combing his fingers through Draco's hair gently. It was times like these that he wished he could see again.
Draco's throat rumbled happily as he tasted him, licking softly at the hardened flesh of one nipple.
Gripping his hair, Harry let out a deep breath. "Perfect," he whispered.
"Mine," Draco said again, growling possessively as his tongue moved to the other nipple.
Harry bit his lip and nodded, gasping. "Yours," he replied again.
"Want to taste," Draco growled, tongue tracing the ridges of Harry's chest muscles.
"You can," Harry answered, gently rubbing his fingers against his lover's scalp.
"Not like this," Draco said. "Blood."
"You still can ...."
"Tortured you," Draco growled, resting his forehead against Harry's chest, panting.
"I asked you to," Harry reminded him.
"Want to," Draco gasped. "Not then, now."
"Oh, you can," Harry said quietly, biting his lip again. When he thought about it, he told himself that it was Draco. The man he loved. It pushed all thoughts of Lucius away.
"Love you," Draco whispered.
"I love you, too, Draco," he said, smiling gently.
"You want pain?" Draco was panting, trying desperately to control himself.
"I want pain. I want you," he confirmed.
"Good, mine," Draco growled. He looked up at Harry and brought a clawed hand to his chest, just below his shoulder. He gently drew the sharp claws across and down, thin lines of blood welling in their wake.
Harry's breath hitched, feeling the blood run down his chest like warm water. "Yes," he hissed.
Draco began to lick and suck at the blood, growling and shuddering.
Harry hissed again, gripping Draco's hair and arching up against the other man's mouth. "More."
Draco reached up and drew his claws down again, this time running down on either side of Harry's right nipple.
Harry shuddered, using his free hand to run his fingers through the blood. He felt so alive when he was like this.
Draco's face was pressed into that bloody flesh, licking and sucking. His senses vibrated with the smell and taste of Harry. He reached clawed hands to the waistband of Harry's shorts and began ripping.
The ripping was loud in Harry's ears again as he lifted his hips out of habit. "My clothes," he murmured almost incoherently.
Draco ripped and threw aside the pieces of Harry's shorts. "Mine," Draco repeated, eyes feasting on the sight of Harry.
Harry nodded again, feeling his body flush like it always did when he was exposed like this to Draco.
"Prepare yourself," Draco growled, sitting back on his knees.
Harry reached up, holding his fingers out for Draco.
"Get the lube," Draco told him, trembling with the effort to hold back.
Harry faltered, quietly Summoning the lubricant. He caught it and squeezed a good amount on his fingers, opening his legs at the same time. "I wish you could do this," he whispered quietly, moving his hand down and slipping a finger into himself.
"I can do this," Draco said, running claws down Harry's thigh and watching him.
"Yes, but ... I still remember that first time," he murmured, quickly slipping in a second finger.
"I do too," Draco said, licking his lips, his cock twitching as he watched Harry's fingers fucking him.
"You were so careful with me ..." he said, scissoring his fingers with a moan.
"Yes," Draco whispered, missing the feel of his fingers doing that.
"So, I imagine it's you," he continued, pushing his fingers in deeper with each thrust.
Draco growled, eyes intent on Harry.
"But you felt so much better."
"Yes," Draco whimpered.
Harry didn't bother to go on with another finger, knowing that he could handle whatever Draco gave him. "Want you."
Draco slid forward, so that the head of his cock brushed against Harry's hand.
Harry slipped his fingers out and grasped Draco's cock, moving his body down so that his lover was pressed against his entrance.
Draco growled, pushing forward and reaching for Harry's hips.
Harry opened his legs wider as he lifted his hips.
Sliding in deep and bending over, Draco began to thrust hard but slow into him. That low growl started up again and he was lost in the tight heat and the smell of Harry.
Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's waist, feeling his body thrum with pleasure. "Faster," he whispered, fingers sliding over the hardwood floor.
Draco dug claws into Harry's hips, pistoning himself into him faster. The wounds on Harry's chest started oozing blood again, and Draco's growls got louder.
Harry could feel everything, the pain from the cuts on his chest, the slight burn from his thrusts and even the blood that had begun to run down his hips. All of it combined made Harry want to scream, but he settled with biting his lips, the metallic taste of his blood filling his mouth.
"Yes, mine," Draco growled, his senses overwhelmed with the other man.
"Close," Harry moaned, turning his head and pressing his cheek against the cool floor.
"Yes," Draco growled, he felt Harry's cock sliding against his belly, wet with blood and pre-come now. Then his balls tightened and the wave of pleasure radiated out. He did howl this time as he filled his lover.
Harry whimpered as he came a moment later, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Harry?" Hermione's voice sounded from the doorway. "Oh, my!"
Harry winced at her voice. "Uh ... Hermione ...."
"Fuck," Draco said, curling over Harry to hide most of both their bodies from the woman.
"I'm sorry ..." Hermione stammered, "but the noise ... and there is so much blood."
"I'm fine," he said, knowing how this must look. "Don't worry."
Draco's face was buried against Harry's chest.
"I'm going back to the kitchen," she said, and they heard hurried footsteps.
"I completely forgot she was still here," Harry murmured.
"You never told me," Draco complained, lifting his blood-covered face.
'I didn't really get a chance," he answered, shrugging slightly.
"Do you have any idea what we look like?" Draco moaned, pulling out of his lover's body.
"I can guess," he said, slowly sitting up.
"Damn, but that was hot though," Draco smirked.
Harry grinned, nodding. "It really was. Feels like there's blood everywhere, too ...."
"There is," Draco smirked, looking down between their two bodies.
"We must've scared her."
"You should go talk to her," Draco said, "but Cleaning Charms first."
"Cleaning Charms, yes. Can you please get my wand? I don't think I can concentrate enough for wandless now," he murmured.
"You dropped it beside you, on your right side," Draco told him.
Harry reached around for it, finding it a moment later. He was beginning to feel sticky from all the blood by the time he said the cleaning spell. "Are they still bleeding?"
"Do a Healing Charm, too," Draco said.
"Are they really that deep?" he asked, a bit reluctant.
Draco licked his lips. "Not bad, but she might want to see you are whole," he said. "I can always do it again later if you miss them." He licked one to emphasise his point.
Harry grinned, nodding. "Sounds good." He mumbled the healing spell then got up, running a hand through his hair. "At this rate, you'll rip up all my clothes, too."
"Repair Charms," Draco said, laughing. "Or more shopping."
"I hate shopping," Harry said, heading to the closet and pulling out clothes. After feeling around for a moment, he pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt. "I don't care if they don't look good," he said, pulling them on.
"I love shopping," Draco said wistfully.
"Because you know what to pick," he replied, smoothing his hands down his shirt.
"I would love to dress and undress you," Draco sighed.
Harry grabbed a brush and ran it through his hair. "I'm sure you will once you get the chance," he commented, tucking his hair behind his ear. "Hm ... I wish I had something to tie my hair back."
"Here," Draco said, handing him a strip of leather he had been using to hold his back.
"Thanks." He tied it back with a sigh. "I'll be back ... hopefully," he said, smiling playfully.
"I will go clean up," Draco said, then smiled. "Use the spell and see the mess you made of me."
Harry picked up his wand and pointed at where he thought Draco was. "Oh, wow." He blushed, biting his lip again. "You're a mess."
Draco stood and posed for him, feeling less self conscious than he had in a while. He still hid part of his face under his hair, but was not as worried about Harry's reaction to his fur and claws.
"But in a beautiful way," Harry added softly, walking over.
"Don't touch me, I'm a mess," Draco laughed. "Go talk with her before she panics."
"Fine, but you owe me a kiss," he replied, turning and leaving the room.
***
Harry made his way downstairs slowly, then leaned against the frame of the kitchen door. "Hermione ...."
"Here, Harry," Hermione said from the table. "Are you okay?"
Harry ended the spell as he walked over to the table and sat down. "I'm fine, I told you not to worry."
"But Harry," she hesitated, "it was so loud and there was a lot of blood."
"I don't know if you noticed, but we were shagging, Hermione," he mumbled, face going red again.
"Umm, well yes," she said and he could almost hear the blush, "but the blood?"
"His claws ... they're sharp," Harry said slowly.
"He cuts you?" she asked, sounding upset.
"I like it," he admitted quietly.
There was silence for a moment. "You like being hurt?" Hermione asked, her voice trembling.
"Yes, but just with him," he replied, biting his lip nervously.
"Harry, maybe you should talk to someone about this," she said quietly.
"I talked to Remus about it."
"Remus knows?" she asked, sounding shocked.
"Well, yes, he just talked to me about it. Everyone has different feelings, Hermione," he said.
"Did you like being hurt before?" she asked.
"Honestly, I never thought about it before," he replied, shaking his head.
"Do you think this is because of what happened to you?" she asked.
"I don't know, Hermione ...." He sighed, turning his head away.
"Does he like ... hurting you?" she asked.
"I don't think he'd do it if he didn't ...." He bit his lip again. "But, Hermione, don't think of it that way. What happened then, it really was all an act. The only person who truly hurt me was, you know, Lucius. I do love Draco."
"I don't understand, Harry," she said, sounding like she was crying.
"Hermione ... please don't cry ... I just ... I don't how to explain it ...."
"I don't know what to do," she cried.
"I ... I don't know, either," Harry mumbled, hating when she cried. He got up and went over to her, pulling her into a hug. "I'm all right, Hermione ...."
Hermione clung to him. "Have we lost you?" she cried.
"No, I'm still here. I'm still Harry ... I promise," he whispered.
"Malfoy? You like him hurting you? It's so hard to understand, Harry," she whispered.
"I still don't get it much myself, but I'm taking this one step at a time. I want you to, too," he said softly.
"Why him, Harry?" she said, getting herself a little more under control.
"Why Ron? Why anyone else that people fall in love with?"
"But I never hated Ron," she said.
"Really? Seemed like you did sometimes," he replied, smiling a bit hesitantly.
She huffed. "Sometimes I think I still do." Then she laughed.
Harry grinned. "See? Things change, people change."
She wiped her eyes. "Please promise me you will talk to me if you need or want to," she said.
"I promise. Promise you won't cry because of me anymore?"
"I can't promise not to cry, Harry, but I will try to understand and ask you when I don't." She sighed.
"Okay, that's fine," he replied, nodding.
"Do you still want to go see the Minister today?" she asked.
"I'm not sure." Harry had completely forgotten about the meeting. "I think I'll just owl him. To find out what he wants to talk about first."
"Up to you, Harry," she said. "You released quite a firestorm on them. You could talk to him or make him wait."
"Making him wait would make him madder, right?" he asked, standing up straight and tapping his chin.
"Oh, I think he will be plenty mad either way," she laughed.
"Well, what's the difference then? I'll go tomorrow." He grinned.
"Just Floo me when you are ready," she said.
"I will. Thanks again, Hermione."
Hermione kissed Harry on the cheek again and then Floo'd home.
Chapter Title: Bloody Mess
Words: 2742 Words
Draco could smell as well as hear Harry coming. He was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, curled in on himself.
Harry walked into the room, this time knowing Draco had to be there. "I'm so sorry, Draco ...."
Draco didn't say anything, but his body reacted, as always. He looked over at Harry, longing to reach for him, but flashes of memory kept him still. He could see Harry tied, spread between the posts of the bed, and the most disturbing part of those memories was that they aroused him still.
"There's an editorial, too," Harry continued as he walked into the room. "The reporter who did the interview with me ... he actually demands that you are pardoned for all the crimes and that you're reinstated as a wizard. There's still hope, Draco."
Draco's breathing hitched as Harry came closer and more images flashed in his mind, blood dripping from wounds he had made on Harry, the man writhing under him.
Harry stopped, hearing Draco's breathing. "Please, Draco. I don't want you to hurt because of this."
Draco shuddered, his cock twitching from his lover's scent as well as from the memory of thrusting into Harry's bloody body.
"Say something ... anything ..." Harry murmured, walking closer still.
Draco growled, a low rumbling in his throat.
"That's something." He knelt down in front of him. "Come on."
Harry on his knees, his scent filling the room, the memory of blood -- it was too much, and Draco was suddenly trembling with the effort to hold back.
Harry sighed, reaching out for Draco and shuffling closer. "I love you ... remember?"
Draco growled loud, warning as best he could.
Harry scowled, but wouldn't give up. "I wish you'd say something more ...."
Draco was shaking now, still growling, and his hands clenched so hard his claws cut into his palms.
Harry shuffled forward again, slipping his arms around Draco. "Calm down," Harry murmured. He could feel his lover shaking as he rested his head against Draco's shoulder.
Draco lost control. Before he realised what he was doing, he had thrown Harry back and had him pinned to the floor, claws gripping his arms and teeth pressed to the soft skin of the other man's throat.
Harry let out a surprised yelp, but stayed perfectly still, not wanting to upset Draco further.
Draco was shaking with the effort not to bite that soft skin. He sniffed the strong scent of his lover, licking at that lovely skin as he ground his cock against Harry's.
Harry shuddered, feeling himself get hard, but he continued to stay still, not wanting Draco to end up doing something he would regret even though Harry didn't exactly mind at all.
Draco's voice was barely understandable, more growl than speech. "Mine," he said.
"Yours," Harry choked out, breathing hard.
Draco licked Harry's skin again, the taste and scent both soothing and arousing. He began to rotate his hips, rubbing himself against Harry.
Harry threw his head back against the floor with a groan, his body beginning to tremble. He completely forgot that Hermione was downstairs waiting for him. He forgot that he was supposed to be meeting the Minister. He forgot it all.
Draco drew his claws away from Harry's arms and up to his neck. He curled the sharp claws around the edge of Harry's shirt neckline and ripped downward.
Harry's back arched, the sound of his shirt ripping was loud in his ears.
Draco peeled the shirt back, exposing soft flesh, and licked his lips. He continued to lick Harry's neck, then moving down to his chest.
Harry reached out, combing his fingers through Draco's hair gently. It was times like these that he wished he could see again.
Draco's throat rumbled happily as he tasted him, licking softly at the hardened flesh of one nipple.
Gripping his hair, Harry let out a deep breath. "Perfect," he whispered.
"Mine," Draco said again, growling possessively as his tongue moved to the other nipple.
Harry bit his lip and nodded, gasping. "Yours," he replied again.
"Want to taste," Draco growled, tongue tracing the ridges of Harry's chest muscles.
"You can," Harry answered, gently rubbing his fingers against his lover's scalp.
"Not like this," Draco said. "Blood."
"You still can ...."
"Tortured you," Draco growled, resting his forehead against Harry's chest, panting.
"I asked you to," Harry reminded him.
"Want to," Draco gasped. "Not then, now."
"Oh, you can," Harry said quietly, biting his lip again. When he thought about it, he told himself that it was Draco. The man he loved. It pushed all thoughts of Lucius away.
"Love you," Draco whispered.
"I love you, too, Draco," he said, smiling gently.
"You want pain?" Draco was panting, trying desperately to control himself.
"I want pain. I want you," he confirmed.
"Good, mine," Draco growled. He looked up at Harry and brought a clawed hand to his chest, just below his shoulder. He gently drew the sharp claws across and down, thin lines of blood welling in their wake.
Harry's breath hitched, feeling the blood run down his chest like warm water. "Yes," he hissed.
Draco began to lick and suck at the blood, growling and shuddering.
Harry hissed again, gripping Draco's hair and arching up against the other man's mouth. "More."
Draco reached up and drew his claws down again, this time running down on either side of Harry's right nipple.
Harry shuddered, using his free hand to run his fingers through the blood. He felt so alive when he was like this.
Draco's face was pressed into that bloody flesh, licking and sucking. His senses vibrated with the smell and taste of Harry. He reached clawed hands to the waistband of Harry's shorts and began ripping.
The ripping was loud in Harry's ears again as he lifted his hips out of habit. "My clothes," he murmured almost incoherently.
Draco ripped and threw aside the pieces of Harry's shorts. "Mine," Draco repeated, eyes feasting on the sight of Harry.
Harry nodded again, feeling his body flush like it always did when he was exposed like this to Draco.
"Prepare yourself," Draco growled, sitting back on his knees.
Harry reached up, holding his fingers out for Draco.
"Get the lube," Draco told him, trembling with the effort to hold back.
Harry faltered, quietly Summoning the lubricant. He caught it and squeezed a good amount on his fingers, opening his legs at the same time. "I wish you could do this," he whispered quietly, moving his hand down and slipping a finger into himself.
"I can do this," Draco said, running claws down Harry's thigh and watching him.
"Yes, but ... I still remember that first time," he murmured, quickly slipping in a second finger.
"I do too," Draco said, licking his lips, his cock twitching as he watched Harry's fingers fucking him.
"You were so careful with me ..." he said, scissoring his fingers with a moan.
"Yes," Draco whispered, missing the feel of his fingers doing that.
"So, I imagine it's you," he continued, pushing his fingers in deeper with each thrust.
Draco growled, eyes intent on Harry.
"But you felt so much better."
"Yes," Draco whimpered.
Harry didn't bother to go on with another finger, knowing that he could handle whatever Draco gave him. "Want you."
Draco slid forward, so that the head of his cock brushed against Harry's hand.
Harry slipped his fingers out and grasped Draco's cock, moving his body down so that his lover was pressed against his entrance.
Draco growled, pushing forward and reaching for Harry's hips.
Harry opened his legs wider as he lifted his hips.
Sliding in deep and bending over, Draco began to thrust hard but slow into him. That low growl started up again and he was lost in the tight heat and the smell of Harry.
Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's waist, feeling his body thrum with pleasure. "Faster," he whispered, fingers sliding over the hardwood floor.
Draco dug claws into Harry's hips, pistoning himself into him faster. The wounds on Harry's chest started oozing blood again, and Draco's growls got louder.
Harry could feel everything, the pain from the cuts on his chest, the slight burn from his thrusts and even the blood that had begun to run down his hips. All of it combined made Harry want to scream, but he settled with biting his lips, the metallic taste of his blood filling his mouth.
"Yes, mine," Draco growled, his senses overwhelmed with the other man.
"Close," Harry moaned, turning his head and pressing his cheek against the cool floor.
"Yes," Draco growled, he felt Harry's cock sliding against his belly, wet with blood and pre-come now. Then his balls tightened and the wave of pleasure radiated out. He did howl this time as he filled his lover.
Harry whimpered as he came a moment later, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Harry?" Hermione's voice sounded from the doorway. "Oh, my!"
Harry winced at her voice. "Uh ... Hermione ...."
"Fuck," Draco said, curling over Harry to hide most of both their bodies from the woman.
"I'm sorry ..." Hermione stammered, "but the noise ... and there is so much blood."
"I'm fine," he said, knowing how this must look. "Don't worry."
Draco's face was buried against Harry's chest.
"I'm going back to the kitchen," she said, and they heard hurried footsteps.
"I completely forgot she was still here," Harry murmured.
"You never told me," Draco complained, lifting his blood-covered face.
'I didn't really get a chance," he answered, shrugging slightly.
"Do you have any idea what we look like?" Draco moaned, pulling out of his lover's body.
"I can guess," he said, slowly sitting up.
"Damn, but that was hot though," Draco smirked.
Harry grinned, nodding. "It really was. Feels like there's blood everywhere, too ...."
"There is," Draco smirked, looking down between their two bodies.
"We must've scared her."
"You should go talk to her," Draco said, "but Cleaning Charms first."
"Cleaning Charms, yes. Can you please get my wand? I don't think I can concentrate enough for wandless now," he murmured.
"You dropped it beside you, on your right side," Draco told him.
Harry reached around for it, finding it a moment later. He was beginning to feel sticky from all the blood by the time he said the cleaning spell. "Are they still bleeding?"
"Do a Healing Charm, too," Draco said.
"Are they really that deep?" he asked, a bit reluctant.
Draco licked his lips. "Not bad, but she might want to see you are whole," he said. "I can always do it again later if you miss them." He licked one to emphasise his point.
Harry grinned, nodding. "Sounds good." He mumbled the healing spell then got up, running a hand through his hair. "At this rate, you'll rip up all my clothes, too."
"Repair Charms," Draco said, laughing. "Or more shopping."
"I hate shopping," Harry said, heading to the closet and pulling out clothes. After feeling around for a moment, he pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt. "I don't care if they don't look good," he said, pulling them on.
"I love shopping," Draco said wistfully.
"Because you know what to pick," he replied, smoothing his hands down his shirt.
"I would love to dress and undress you," Draco sighed.
Harry grabbed a brush and ran it through his hair. "I'm sure you will once you get the chance," he commented, tucking his hair behind his ear. "Hm ... I wish I had something to tie my hair back."
"Here," Draco said, handing him a strip of leather he had been using to hold his back.
"Thanks." He tied it back with a sigh. "I'll be back ... hopefully," he said, smiling playfully.
"I will go clean up," Draco said, then smiled. "Use the spell and see the mess you made of me."
Harry picked up his wand and pointed at where he thought Draco was. "Oh, wow." He blushed, biting his lip again. "You're a mess."
Draco stood and posed for him, feeling less self conscious than he had in a while. He still hid part of his face under his hair, but was not as worried about Harry's reaction to his fur and claws.
"But in a beautiful way," Harry added softly, walking over.
"Don't touch me, I'm a mess," Draco laughed. "Go talk with her before she panics."
"Fine, but you owe me a kiss," he replied, turning and leaving the room.
***
Harry made his way downstairs slowly, then leaned against the frame of the kitchen door. "Hermione ...."
"Here, Harry," Hermione said from the table. "Are you okay?"
Harry ended the spell as he walked over to the table and sat down. "I'm fine, I told you not to worry."
"But Harry," she hesitated, "it was so loud and there was a lot of blood."
"I don't know if you noticed, but we were shagging, Hermione," he mumbled, face going red again.
"Umm, well yes," she said and he could almost hear the blush, "but the blood?"
"His claws ... they're sharp," Harry said slowly.
"He cuts you?" she asked, sounding upset.
"I like it," he admitted quietly.
There was silence for a moment. "You like being hurt?" Hermione asked, her voice trembling.
"Yes, but just with him," he replied, biting his lip nervously.
"Harry, maybe you should talk to someone about this," she said quietly.
"I talked to Remus about it."
"Remus knows?" she asked, sounding shocked.
"Well, yes, he just talked to me about it. Everyone has different feelings, Hermione," he said.
"Did you like being hurt before?" she asked.
"Honestly, I never thought about it before," he replied, shaking his head.
"Do you think this is because of what happened to you?" she asked.
"I don't know, Hermione ...." He sighed, turning his head away.
"Does he like ... hurting you?" she asked.
"I don't think he'd do it if he didn't ...." He bit his lip again. "But, Hermione, don't think of it that way. What happened then, it really was all an act. The only person who truly hurt me was, you know, Lucius. I do love Draco."
"I don't understand, Harry," she said, sounding like she was crying.
"Hermione ... please don't cry ... I just ... I don't how to explain it ...."
"I don't know what to do," she cried.
"I ... I don't know, either," Harry mumbled, hating when she cried. He got up and went over to her, pulling her into a hug. "I'm all right, Hermione ...."
Hermione clung to him. "Have we lost you?" she cried.
"No, I'm still here. I'm still Harry ... I promise," he whispered.
"Malfoy? You like him hurting you? It's so hard to understand, Harry," she whispered.
"I still don't get it much myself, but I'm taking this one step at a time. I want you to, too," he said softly.
"Why him, Harry?" she said, getting herself a little more under control.
"Why Ron? Why anyone else that people fall in love with?"
"But I never hated Ron," she said.
"Really? Seemed like you did sometimes," he replied, smiling a bit hesitantly.
She huffed. "Sometimes I think I still do." Then she laughed.
Harry grinned. "See? Things change, people change."
She wiped her eyes. "Please promise me you will talk to me if you need or want to," she said.
"I promise. Promise you won't cry because of me anymore?"
"I can't promise not to cry, Harry, but I will try to understand and ask you when I don't." She sighed.
"Okay, that's fine," he replied, nodding.
"Do you still want to go see the Minister today?" she asked.
"I'm not sure." Harry had completely forgotten about the meeting. "I think I'll just owl him. To find out what he wants to talk about first."
"Up to you, Harry," she said. "You released quite a firestorm on them. You could talk to him or make him wait."
"Making him wait would make him madder, right?" he asked, standing up straight and tapping his chin.
"Oh, I think he will be plenty mad either way," she laughed.
"Well, what's the difference then? I'll go tomorrow." He grinned.
"Just Floo me when you are ready," she said.
"I will. Thanks again, Hermione."
Hermione kissed Harry on the cheek again and then Floo'd home.