Ashes

Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,
And in the firelight to a lance extended,
Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,
The broken shadow dances on the wall,
I will permit my memory to recall
The vision of you, by all my dreams attended,
And then adieu,- farewell!-the dream is done.
Yours is a face of which I can forget
The colour and the features, every one,
The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
But in your day this moment is the sun
Upon a hill, after the sun had set.

A sonnet from Second April by Edna St. Vincent Millay


Ashes


Draco fingered the wand in his pocket as he walked idly through the dark halls of Hogwarts. He\'d been made prefect in his fifth year, Merlin only knew why, probably from lack of a better candidate. The initial thrill of being able to take points from fellow students had paled considerably in the light of his other duties. The first mind-numbingly dull prefect meeting had been the chief dampener.

The nightly rounds he was also required to do, which at first had seemed another taxing waste of time, had become slightly more pleasurable. He found he enjoyed the time to himself, and the blessed absence of others. He used the time to think about things that can only be rightly contemplated in the dead of night, and catching a delightfully curious array of people shagging in the most bizarre spots helped fill the dull moments.

As he turned the corner he heard the familiar and unmistakable sound of two students engaged in that very activity. His eyebrows rose in surprise as he took in the sight of one very naked person shagging another against the stone wall of the corridor. The audacity of the location surprised him. They obviously didn\'t care if they were caught, or they were just very stupid. From the position and the view the moonlight from the window gave him, he could tell that it was two male students. A grunt, a release of breath, and the tightening of the very well formed arse, told him that they had finished.

Picking the perfect moment had always been a skill of his, and he spoke quietly, his tone full of lazy indifference. \"For the appalling lack of sound judgement shown by your most idiotic choice of location, ten points from..\" He waited for them to turn around so he would know the appropriate house to take points from. He saw the boy with the lovely firm little arse stiffen for an entirely different reason. The boy drew out turning slowly.

Draco couldn\'t quite mask his surprise as the person turned around revealing he was none other than Harry Potter. The other boy, who turned out to be a Hufflepuff, although he couldn\'t remember his name, scrambled hurriedly for his robes, his face paling. Potter made no move to cover himself, just stood there cock dripping, his face showing no trace of emotion, least of all embarrassment.

Draco remembered the first time he\'d seen that blank look on Potter\'s face. It had been at the beginning of this year, and to see it on a face that had always been brimming with emotion, had unsettled Draco more than any of the hateful looks Potter had sent his way over the years. It had been shortly after Weasley had been killed in a failed attempt to capture Potter. The dark-haired boy had changed completely, becoming little more than a bitter empty shell, quitting quidditch and turning inside himself, shunning the friendship of everyone, Granger included.

Draco settled his gaze on the Hufflepuff, who was just finishing buttoning his robes. \"Hufflepuff, \" he finished his earlier statement, and the boy fled having received his punishment and not wanting to wait around for further embarrassment.

Draco returned his gaze to Potter who was lazily pulling on the muggle jeans that he\'d taken to wearing. Once he\'d buttoned them he took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, lighting one as he brought his eyes to meet Draco\'s. Draco regarded him silently for a moment. While he\'d always known just what to say to the old Potter, he found he always had to consider and choose carefully with the new one. \"Fifteen points from Gryffindor. I mean really, a Hufflepuff?\"

\"Even Hufflepuffs, believe it or not, are equipt with a cock and an ass. So what\'s the difference really?\"

\"Are those your only requirements Potter? I never knew you were such a slut.\"

\"Well we\'ll just have to add that to the list of things you never knew about me. Which would be just about everything.\"

\"Yes, you\'re quite the enigma Potter.\"

\"Whatever Malfoy, just fuck off will you. You\'ve gotten your kicks for the night. Why don\'t you just go back to your room and wank to the thought of the points board tomorrow and it\'s absence of an all important fifteen points.\"

\"That\'s just what I\'m off to do. I guess we\'ll have to add psychic to the list of special powers Harry Potter possess, right between the ability to not get killed, and the ability to always save the day and escape unscathed, sidekicks intact. Oh, I guess we\'ll have to cross that last one off the list.\"

Harry had him pinned against the wall almost before he\'d finished speaking.

Draco winced as the stones dug into his back and Potter\'s nails dug into his shoulder. The blankness in Potter\'s eyes was replaced by a deeper and more bitter fury than Draco had ever seen before.

\"You forgot the ability to get away with anything. I could kill you right now and they\'d probably give me a medal for ridding the world of unwanted vermin. They gave me one for killing your father after all.\"

With a burst of anger Draco pushed Potter off of him, causing him to fall to the floor. He stood there, chest heaving, trying to control the murderous rage inside of him.

And Potter laughed. He lay back on the floor and he laughed, an uncaring callous laugh that belied his innocent schoolboy appearance.

Draco was never stuck more deeply by the change from the boy he had been. It was wrong for Potter to be like this, and as unsettled as he\'d been since Potter had returned to school like this barely six months ago, he\'d never felt so deeply the utter wrongness of it all. Although he\'d never cared for Potter as he\'d been before, it sickened him to see him like this. He\'d become accustomed to Potter over the years, and although their interactions had never pleased him as such, there had been a comforting familiarity to them. He suddenly couldn\'t stand this broken boy before him, so he did something he never thought he would do. \"I apologize Potter, that was uncalled for.\"

His laughter stopped abruptly and it was obvious he was angry, he stood quickly. \"What the fuck\'s your problem Malfoy? Suddenly lost your spine?\"

\"I\'ve lost my taste for this Potter. The only thing I feel now when I see you is sadness at the loss of what you once were, and disgust at what you\'ve now become.\"

\"All I was before was a stupid ignorant child who never thought of the consequences only my selfish desires. I was weak, that\'s what was disgusting. I don\'t hurt anyone anymore. Being the twisted fuck that you are you would admire the former.\"

\"Don\'t hurt anyone? You hurt everyone who knows you. You hurt yourself. And if you can\'t see that you hurt Granger you\'re blind as well as stupid.\"

\"She\'ll get over it, that\'s what happens in life, you get over things. And she\'ll be alive to do it.\"

\"You\'re such an idiot Potter. Here you\'re talking about how you never thought of the consequences only your own selfish desires, and that\'s exactly what your doing now. You\'re afraid of being responsible for another one of your friends being hurt so you cut them off. You\'ve hurt Granger so badly I barely even recognize her anymore. She\'s hurting just as badly over Weasley\'s death as you are, and she needs you right now. But you can\'t think of anything other than your own feelings. You really are a selfish bastard.\"


Harry stood there in silence, confusion clear on his face. \"I\'m..I\'m not. I don\'t want to hurt anyone. Why can\'t I just not hurt anyone?\" His voice was soft and it was missing the hard edge it had held for the past few months. Here was a glimpse of the old Harry, and Draco latched on to it, desperate, for some reason, to have him back the way he was.

\"You can\'t love someone without hurting them and being hurt, it\'s the price you pay.\"

Harry stood slowly. \"You sound like you\'re speaking from experience. Who do you love and hurt Draco?\" He walked toward him, stopping barely a foot away.

Draco stiffened at Harry\'s use of his first name. \"None of your business Potter. Now go back to your room and make up with Granger.\"

\"Why do you care so much?\"

\"Harry Potter\'s the good guy and Draco Malfoy\'s the bad guy, that\'s how it\'s always been. Your trying to be like me was disconcerting. There\'s only room for one cold, unemotional slut at this school.\"

\"You\'re right,” he said, surprisingly not choking on the words. “This isn\'t me.” He walked over to the window. After a few moments of silence he shook his head and sighed, seemingly coming to some realization. He glanced over his shoulder at Draco, narrowing his eyes and then smiling slightly.

“But I did find the slut part had it\'s bright moments. I haven\'t quite gotten that out of my system. I\'ll just have to put all my sluttish desires into one last act.\" He closed the distance between them and when he spoke his lips were inches from Draco\'s. \"Care to aid me in my path to recovery, since you\'ve proved so helpful thus far?\"

\"You wish Potter.\"

Harry looked from his eyes to his mouth and back again. \"It seems I do.\" He grabbed the back of Draco’s neck roughly and pressed their lips together.

Draco tried, unsuccessfully, to push Harry away. But, along with the cigarettes, a bad attitude, and promiscuous sex, Harry had also taken up weightlifting. His arms were now thin whipcords of muscle, and Draco found he was no match.

When he’d begun struggling, Harry had moved his hand from his neck and he now had Draco’s hands pressed roughly against the wall above their heads. The roughness and the resulting pain of Harry’s actions were stirring dark lusts within Draco. He was finding it harder and harder to keep from giving in to them.

Harry pulled back from his savage ravaging of Draco’s mouth, which could only by a great stretch of imagination be categorized as a kiss, and moved his mouth to Draco’s neck.
“Come on Malfoy. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it,” he said between nips and occasionally all out bites to Draco’s neck.

“I haven’t,” he stated firmly, quite proud of himself for the steadiness of his voice. His triumph was to be short-lived however, as the low moan that he couldn’t quite suppress escaped his lips.

Harry chuckled softly, and the feel of the soft puffs of breath against his neck, made Draco fall further into the thrall of his desires.

“Draco Malfoy, I think you told I lie. I’m quite shocked. As the arbiter of all things good and pure, I can’t allow something as foul as a lie go unpunished.” He raised his head and Draco drew in a shaky breath as those beautiful green eyes stared into his.“Do you want me to punish you Malfoy?”

Those words coming out of Harry Potter mouth, tore down the last of Draco’s barriers and shredded his resolve. “Yes, Potter. Punish me.”

Harry’s wet his lips in anticipation, as he thought about what he would do to Draco. “But how shall I punish you?” He released Draco’s arms and they fell limp to his sides. Then, with breathtaking speed, he reached his hand down and found Draco’s erection, burrowing his hand into the robes and roughly fisting Draco’s cock, once then twice. Suddenly, with the same speed, he removed his hand and stepped back. “You know what the ultimate punishment would be? To leave you here, cock dripping, desperate to feel my hand on your dick, just one.. more.. time.”

Draco grabbed him and crushed their bodies together. “You’re not going anywhere Potter. You’re going to stay right here while I fuck you senseless.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Harry said softly, his breath quickening.

Those words snapped whatever had been holding them back, and neither felt the need to talk anymore. They fell upon each other, ripping off each other’s clothes, attacking each patch of skin as it was revealed. They soon found themselves on the floor, rolling about, with one of them on top for a minute or two, before the other took over, both wanting to be dominant. Harry effectively stopped this struggled for dominance by taking Draco’s cock into his mouth when he once again found himself on top. Draco now had absolutely no interest in moving anything, excepting of course his hips which tilted up and down, and his hands which tangled in Harry’s hair, encouraging him to take Draco’s cock further into his mouth. Harry ran his hand up Draco’s chest pulling and pinching at his nipple.

Draco grabbed his hand and pulled him up his body so that they were face to face. “I believe I have a promise to keep,” he whispered as he ran his hand over the curve of Harry’s ass, and rubbed their aching cocks together.

Draco flipped Harry over onto his stomach and bit and licked his way down his back. Harry jerked and almost came as Draco sank his teeth into the fleshy mound of his ass.

“I want you in me..now,” he gritted out between shuddering gasps of breath.

Draco turned him back over onto his back and reached over to grasp the small tube of lubricant that Harry had left on the floor earlier. Harry drew up his knees and his fingers dug into Draco’s back as the other boy ran two slicked fingers over the sensitive skin of his entrance. Just when Harry was about to tell him to get to it, Draco slid his fingers inside of him. When Draco’s fingers found his prostate, and proceeded to prod it mercilessly, Harry thought he would pass out from the pleasure of it. But it was nothing to the feeling of Draco working his cock inside of him, filling him completely. As Draco pounded into him, his hand wondered in between them to fist Harry’s cock in time with his thrusts. The pleasure seemed to go on forever and when Harry clenched his tight walls around him, they both came to a blistering climax.

Draco collapsed on top of him, and neither boy could move for several minutes. Finally Draco worked up enough energy to roll off of him. Neither spoke, and as their breathing steady, Harry rose shakily, slipping on his clothes. When he reached the door he looked back to see Draco still sprawled naked on the floor, the moonlight of his pale skin making him look like some beautifully carved marble statue. Their eyes met and Harry smiled slightly. “Thank you.”

Draco watched him with unreadable eyes, and then gave a barely perceptible nod of his head.

A few minutes after Harry had left Draco stretched out his arms, preparing to rise, when his hand landed on something. He brought the object in question into view, and saw that it was Harry’s muggle cigarettes. He drew one out of the pack and lit in with his wand. He’d never had them before, but somehow he felt like it would be just the thing.

The End