Burn me alive

After that one particularly greusome moment, Harry just backed away and told Draco he'd give him a sleep aid and promised him he wouldn't be attacked with Harry right there.
He'd won a bloody war against Voldemort and they were in an invisible house, how much safer could the situation be?

As he scurried around his house looking for some form of potion to just knock them both out, because honestly he didn't want to think for two seconds about what Draco had said earlier. He started formulating all these questions. Realizing he had some sick need to know more about what happened. Who these people were, could he kill them, were they already dead?

Why was he so upset this happened. Why was he hurt Draco hadn't told him. Several other things Draco himself probably could not answer. He felt like he had ice running through him, and somewhat as if his chest had filled with cement, why was he even in this position? Looking for sleep potions for a rape and torture victim who he'd really just love to tear into. He outwardly twitched at that thought.

When he finally walked back into the bedroom, he was shocked to find Draco standing and looking out of the window. Not curled in the fetal position in a corner of his bed shaking and sweating.
Draco looked over his shoulder at Harry...or at least the general direction of Harry. Eyes slipped down to the floor as soon as they skipped over Harry's.
Ah, normal Draco again.

Harry slowly walked over to him and handed him the thin tube filled with fizzy grape flavoured something or other to make him sleep. Oddly enough, the sleeping potions never tasted bad. Draco just snatched it out of Harry's hand and turned around again. Gulping it down, and turning back around to hand it to Harry. Obviously changing his mind as he looked up at Harry, straight in the eyes for the first time since his odd display in the bathroom. Harry reached a hand out, avoiding Draco's eyes and waiting for the tube to be placed in his hand. Draco squinted his eyes and curled his lip before tightening his grip on the tube and smashing it to the floor. Turning back around to the window, arms folded. Harry just stood there, eyes wide and hand still outstretched and waiting for the tube.

"Right...So, you're mad at me then?"

As Draco turned around to shoot Harry his best death glare the room seemed to turn in slow motion. Maybe he just turned too fast? Harry saw the luster in Draco's eyes fade and become dull and hollow as his knee's buckled slightly and the brunette swooped an arm around his waist and wrapped the blondes other arm around his own shoulders.

"Bugger...You prat...."
Harry just shook his head and dragged him off to bed, having to nudge him over and tuck him in. He lied down next to Draco and the dosed man turned his head a little and rolled his eyes up at Harry.

"You know something..."
"No, what?" Harry asked leaning a little closer to Draco's face so he could hear the whispers.
Draco flopped a hand up and rested it on the back of Harry's neck.

"I want to be your cigarette."
Draco mumbled as his limp hand sipped down the side of Harry's face and loose fingers fumbled with his jaw line.
Harry just chuckled,
"You, are drugged Draco." He laughed.
Draco scrunched up his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes,
"No...no, I do..." he wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled until the boy, willingly or other wise, was leaning straight over him and their noses brushed.
Draco looked at him beggingly...Something was obviously terribly hard about whatever was going on in his head.
"I want..."
Harry's eyebrows furrowed this time. What the hell was Draco babbling about?
"What do you want?" He mumbled in a soothing voice, leaning down to whisper it into the blondes ear.
Draco's fingers dug into the back of his neck a bit more and he grunted at the sensation of Harry's breath roaming over his ear.
"I want to be your cigarette."Draco repeated seriously.
"I want to be that thing...that dirty secret that you know is bad for you." Harry pulled away completely and stared Draco in the face as the boy mumbled more.
Draco ran one of his hands through his hair.
"I want to be that thing that you know is disgusting but you do it anyways...that habit that you can't break no matter how many people tell you it's bad for you."
Harry cocked his head to the side and just stared, once again.
"..wha..."
"I want you to crave me." Looking at Draco, Harry knew this was Draco. Not horny Draco or terrified Draco. This was Malfoy. Drugged, but Malfoy all the same.
"I want you to crave me even when I'm killing part of you..." Harry sat all the way up and Draco reached out a hand to stroke his face.
"Crave me when I'm killing a part of you everytime I make you burn me alive." Draco smirked sitting up on his elbows and only slightly nudging as Harry, nearly trance-like, leaned forward and kissed him gently.
Draco dropped his hand and rolled over to sleep. Leaving Harry to lean up against the wall and cover his face trembling in the understanding of every-single-thing he wanted to do to Draco when he said that.
He snatched his own sleeping potion off the bedside table, leaning over a very knocked out Draco and knocking it back.
More than Happy to feel blurred and woozy as Draco's body curled into his and he wrapped his arms around the slender frame, sleep taking priority over any form of thought or emotion.