Scindere

Harry bobbed his head, swaying his fingers peacefully off the bed, humming along to a song that wedged itself into his head the night before, and was probably the only song he'd ever memorized by heart.

Sweet Serene by The Weird Sisters. Luna played it on repeat for him a few years back when they'd gone to stargaze by boat at Lake Titicaca.

No matter how far I may go,
Your love is the magic I've always known.
Take me when the stars align,
my sweet serene.

And what a magical night it was. Harry missed his friends. He missed his glasses. He missed the warmth of the sun, the gleam of the moon, the stick of dew on his feet when he took his morning walks and the hot coffee that burned his tongue but slid down his throat and woke his insides, creamy and sweet. Butterbeer flavored. Ron bought it for him. Hermione bought him a pair of  fuzzy hippogriff slippers. He never wore them, but he never told her that, but he knew she knew because every time she came over she'd glance in the direction of them in the corner of his kitchen, under his hanging jacket, and raise her eyebrows with a smirk.

Light my path, I don't mind where,
because every road leads me to you.

"Singing love songs now, Potter?"

Harry groaned and put his hand back under his head. "I'm not above love songs."

"Then what are you above?" The mans voice came from beside his head. Harry felt his elbows pushing down on the mattress.

"Lukewarm nutjobs who give shitty blowjobs."

"Hilarious."

"Are you looking at me?" Harry turned his head and looked straight into the dark.

"I am."

"So whats next? Is this the part where you kiss me again or cut my eyes out?"

"I'm debating." He took Harry's chin and shook his head back and forth slowly.

"Where's the other guy?"

"Oh, I'm sure he's watching. Always is." The mans rubbed Harry's lips and got up. "And I have a job right now." He took Harry's arm and straighted it out, tying it to the other. Pulled his legs roughly and did the same.

"So it's gouging out the eyes, then."

The mans voice man didn't answer. Harry heard the shck of metal scraping.

That's not good.

He felt the pointy edge between his stomach and chest. He closed his eyes.

"I'm not going to kill you, relax."

"Just torture me?"

"It won't hurt more than a cruciatus." The mans voice man hummed and sunk the edge down into his belly, barely skin deep. Just enough for Harry to feel a prickle of blood slipping down into his belly button.

Harry sucked in a mouthful of the stale air. The throb in his head from the first day began to resurface, as did the dread from the night prior.

"Sure you don't want to rethink that kiss?"

Man leaned down and pressed his lips against Harry's, warm, but still dry. The knife dug deeper into Harry's body, so torturously slow. He cried out into the kiss, feeling tears prickle at the sides of his eyes. The man pushed the kiss in harder. The very tip of the knife was now in his stomach, so sharp it sliced through like soft tofu, and the blood was pooling into his belly button. Harry struggled in his binds, screaming against the mans mouth, but that made the sting all the more painful, so he tried to lay as still as possible, resorting to bucking his hips up and clenching his thighs for relief. The man pushed his tongue against Harry's bottom lip

"Please-" He strained. As soon as he opened his mouth, the man pushed his tongue in. The knife sliced back, half the blade now searing into his skin.

"PLEASE!" Harry bit down hard on the mans tongue, making him groan. Harry felt the man climb onto his lap, straddling his struggling legs and bucking hips. The mans groin was rock solid against his.

"Do you feel that, Harry Potter?" Slimy and sticky against his ears. Harry whimpered. The man took the knife out with a wet slck.

Harry threw up and his body relaxed as he felt himself losing consciousness.

Hmm hmm.

Harry? Why are you up so early?

A harm hand rested against his forehead, the other stroked his hair down gently.

You're burning up.

"It's so hot." Harry mumbled. The back of his eyelids were bright orange and beady. He began to open his eyes, pure, blinding light struck his retina and he screamed as it burned into his head.

"FUCK-"

A hand came over his eyes like a dampened washcloth. It blocked the light behind his lids.

"Take it easy."

Harry began to cough. He reached up and grabbed at the mans wrist, pulling it harder against his burning eyes, retching and sobbing.

Only just remembering, he gasped and flew a hand to his stomach, feeling erratically up and down his torso. Nothing.

"Shh."

Harry sobbed harder, his voice coming out in broken up screams and coughs, snot running over his lips. He felt the man pull him up and lean him against something soft, his hand still press flat against his eyes. His other arm wrapped around Harry's convulsing back.

"PSYCHO-" Harry coughed out, still grasping at his stomach. The pain was lingering like the aftertaste of a soured fruit. He felt the knife inside him.

"I'm sorry- I didn't think he'd be so angry." The man stroked his hair, his fingers scratching lightly on his scalp.

Fuck.

Fuck.

"Fuck you."

". . ."

The man slowly inched his hand off Harry's eyelids. The light through them made him shudder. The white light as he began to open his eyes was still blinding, but it didn't burn so harshly.

Blond hair, so pale that Harry could barely differentiate it from the light.

"Holy shit." Harry squinted. Sunken as his eyes were, pallid as his skin was, and burnt as the sides of his face were, it was Draco fucking Malfoy.

"You're-"

The hand slapped back over his eyes.

"Don't say it."

"Ma-"

A hand slapped over his mouth.

"I said shut up, Potter." He hissed.

Harry stopped rubbing his stomach and reached up, taking the mans wrist. He moved it away.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

The man-- Draco Malfoy-- frowned. His face really was fucked up, though. The burns sunk deep and bumpy in his skin, and covered up to his eye on one side, the other just dipping from his cheekbone(and his cheekbones were unhealthily defined)to the underside of his chin. His lips held a thin white scar that connected evenly when his mouth was shut, one which Harry hadn't felt. 

"Many, many things since the war ended."

"Christ, you're supposed to be dead."

He narrowed his eyes and looked away. Harry noticed his burns spread all the way onto his ear. He reached out and pinched the bumpy, pink lobe between his thumb and knuckle. Malfoy flinched, moving his gaze from his hands to the ceiling. Harry looked around. It was a clean room, beach themed with palm tree frames mounted on the walls, complete with stock photo-esque  scenes of a man and woman sitting languidly in the sand, leaning there heads together. And on the side table was a frame of a woman cradling a baby. She rocked it back and forth with a soft smile. When she glanced sideways at Malfoy, her smile faltered. Shells were strung to the walls and two teal night stands were on each side of the bed, which was adorned with a cream sheet and two fluffed pillows with shell designs on them. It was certainly not the dark, musty room he'd been in. Certainly.

"Where are we?"

"Gulf Shores."

"What?"

"Alabama."

"America?" Harry gasped out breathlessly. "You- what-" He threw his head into his hands. He felt another coughing fit coming on. "Is this a joke?"

"I wanted to make you comfortable."

"YOU CUT ME OPEN!" Harry threw his arms out in defeat. He looked down at his body. Still naked. He wrapped his arms around his torso.

"I've already seen everything, you don't need to be shy." The man-- fuck, Malfoy-- looked blankly at him. So gaunt and familiar. Like a moths resemblance to a butterfly. Not so beautifully striking, but still holding the same likliness-- the same form. A drab, thin, beaten white fox.

"You're crazy."

"I won't argue that."

Harry sighed out, bringing his knees to his chest as Malfoy ran his thumb down his spine and pooled it against his lower back, his grey eyes boring into Harry's, dull and unreadable. They dropped to Harry's lips.

"No." Harry buried the bottom half of his face into his arm. Malfoy's eyes flickered back up to his.

"What do you want me to do, Potter?" He moaned out, leaning into Harry, bringing a hand to the side of his face, circling his right temple and rubbing into his hair. "I'm sorry."

"I want to go." Harry bit out gruffly. "Out of his weird fucking commercial-ass beach house. It's weird. It smells like salt-- it's too bright. I want to go back to London."

"I thought you liked traveling." Malfoy kissed above his forehead and then his cheekbone, trying to lift his head out of his arm.

"Stop-"

He stopped, biting his bottom lip and glancing away.

"You're confusing-- you're muddling my head." Harry said, burrying his entire face into his arms, scratching it back and forth because his head felt like a strobe light.

"We can go back, if you want." Malfoy whispered, biting his shoulder lightly. "To the room. Where it's dark and cozy. Go back to not knowing what I look like- what anything looks like." He interlocked his fingers behind Harry's back, holding him tightly. "Where neither of us know who I am."

"I don't want that!" Harry choked out, pushing the man backwards. His limbs felt weak. "I wanted to go! Fuck-- I'm hungry! And thirsty!"

Malfoy grabbed him and pushed him down roughly on the bed, his face reddening and eyes shining with anger. "Stop being difficult. I'm trying to be patient but if you start acting up-" He slammed a hand to his forehead, grunting and falling back. "NO!" He fell onto his back and rolled around, screaming and scratching at his head.

"Malfoy-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT." His chest rose fast and his breath became quick and uneven. Harry grabbed his shin, muttering any calming charm he could think of, but Malfoy only groaned louder.

"WHERE'S YOUR WAND?" Harry shouted down to him.

"FUCK YOU-"

Foam began to build in the corner of Draco Malfoy's mouth. Blood slid down his split lip he bit down against.

Harry pushed his knees apart. He was hard. "Fuck. You're crazy."

The m- Malfoy  groaned, rocking harder and his knees shuddering. Harry held his hips down to stop his movements and leaned in, taking his cock in his mouth. Malfoy let out a strangled, choked laugh that was soon drowned out by heavy moaning.

"I hate you I hate you. I hate you, Potter. You can't leave." He grabbed the back of Harry's head and pushed him deeper onto his cock, burying his spit-covered chin to his balls. "You can't ever- Oh God, Potter--"

Malfoy shuddered into his mouth, his tip so hot it felt like a brand on the back of Harry's throat. Like he'd look into a mirror with an open mouth and see a thin line of white with a circular, dark red shape around it. He'd love to burn his cock into Malfoy right now, he'd love to set him on fire, really.

He swallowed the cum and released the pressure around Malfoy's cock. Malfoy's hand went weak in his hair.

"Just do it, Potter." He groaned, arm still over his eyes. "Do it until I'm dead. Until I'm blind. Take my eyes out."

"You're crazy." Harry said, letting the man go and looking down at him. Not once since he'd met Draco Malfoy, since he was 12 buying robes in Madam Malkin's, and not at 29 feeling him hump against his hand, had he ever seen him look so small. So pathetic.

"Do it!" He hissed, summoning his wand and dropping it on the sheets. "You know. The killing curse doesn't work on yourself, Potter.  I wonder why not." He sobbed into his elbow, rolling onto his side and curling into a ball. Harry  shuddered at the sight.

"Draco." He pushed him onto his back again and pulled his knees down. "You make me sick." He shifted closer. Malfoy cried harder. "You should have stayed dead." He climbed onto Malfoy's lap, lining himself up until he felt Malfoy's hard cock press against his hole. Malfoy tensed below him. "You're revolting."

He leaned back and cried out. Malfoy's cock throbbed dryly into his ass. He pushed down further, feeling his skin tear and burn.

Light my path, I don't mind where,
because every road leads me to you.

"I hate you, Harry Potter." The man thrusted up, grabbing the sheets and balling it into his fists. Harry gritted his teeth. "You've taken my entire life." He moaned. Blood slicked down his cock, warm and thick enough to stretch Harry wider. His cock dug in.

Harry opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He moved his hips, taking the pain like salvation. Taking Malfoy's grunts like relief. All the death he'd buried in his past rushed around his head. Bodies upon bodies. All their blood pouring down the head of Malfoy's cock ramming up against his intestines. Revenge tastes sweet to Malfoy. Forgiveness tasted sweeter to Harry.

He leaned down and kissed Malfoy. No fear clouded his mind. He didn't have enough mind left to be clouded.

"You're crazy." He repeated. But he was talking to himself this time.

Take me when the stars align,
my sweet serene.