She woke up with a bruised neck and could barely bring herself to talk. Her wrists were scarred from rope burns. Her hair shriveled to shoulder length; her eyes were haunted as she looked at the mirror. Still struggling to comprehend the last night.
She pulled Draco's crewneck over her collared shirt. His scent comforted her. Which is what she needed
comfort
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She joined the Slytherins quietly. Eating an apple next to Draco, who was musing about yesterday's Quidditch game. "Did you see me humiliate Potter?" She nodded. If only you didn't piss him off so royally, I had to pay for it. Of course, she couldn't say that, but her dead eyes and drooping mouth communicated that something was wrong.
"You cut your hair off!" Pansy exclaimed, feeling the tips of her shriveled and damaged hair. She only looked away. "I guess you can say that." She took another bite. Suddenly a hand was on her shoulder. She knows that hand. It was large, rugged, and calloused. She stilled. Freezing up.
"Hey." She turned around and saw Potter. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were tired, and he had this concerned expression on his face. "We need to talk." She hitched at those words. Without thinking, she got up and pushed him away. He tripped over the force and came crashing to the ground. She stormed in, pressing her foot against his chest. "Don't utter a word to me, don't touch me, don't even be near me. Stay away or I'll do more than push you." She forcefully kicked him in the stomach, Harry groaned in pain, cradling his hurt stomach, and he shot a look of betrayal.
"You're only a mutt that begs for scraps under my feet." She sneered and turned away, taking her spot next to Draco. Harry got up and limped away, being stabled by Ron and Hermoine.
"Merlin. What happened?" Blaise asked. She shrugged. "I mean, something." She went back to eating.
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Snape's class was uneventful as she stirred the caldron with Harry, her new potions partner. He looked at her, stoic, as she sprinkled cut rosemary all over the cauldron. He slowly trailed his shaking hand and wrapped it around her hand. He tried so hard to communicate his apologies, murmuring sorry after sorry. Her head snapped up and she flung his hand away. His eyes crumbled into hurt ones. He doesn't want this. "Please" She scoffed. " I begged too."
"I can't lose you." She went to stirring again. "Touch me again, see what happens" She went back to brewing. He was getting desperate by the minute.
Harry was intently staring at her, as he took his place near Ron and Hermoine. Trying to look for something, anything to get him closer to her. Anything for her attention, affection. Scraps. She was right. He was a dog begging for scraps. "Mate, what happened?" Ron looked at him with alarm. "Something that I can't come back from, something that refuses for me to sleep." He gripped the ends of the table as he saw her dead state. He did that. He knows. It was a matter of time before he got her alone. A matter of time.
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She should've known he'd meet her here. We were standing by a garden of flowers. He stared as she turned and walked away. He sprinted, wrapping his hand around her wrists. "Wait!" She screamed in frustration, pushing him away. "Leave me alone!" She screamed. Her patience snapped. "Please." He wrapped his hands around her left arm, pulling her towards him. "Please, I'm sorry." His mouth quivered as his voice shook with every apologetic word he can mutter. "Please please I'm sorry. Please." She only looked at him with disdain. He hated it. Searching for her merciful nature he leaned in and clumsily put his lips onto hers. He pushed her against a tree, caging her in with his strong arms. He pressed himself against her. Desperate for attention. Kissing at corners, licking crevices, he tried it all. She wrapped her hand around his hair and tugged his head away. He winced in pain as she shoved him away. "Fuck you!" She shouted. Getting up from the ground, he grinned. "I wish you would." She blanched. "C'mon stop this, you and I need each other. You know it. Do you think you can go on alone? No one can love you as I can!" She was disgusted at his clumsy attempts to manipulate her. "No, I don't find myself needing you." His shoulders drooped. As he looked at her in shock. "But- But I do." His eyes watered, he was about to break down. "Not my problem." His body shook with sobs. Tears billowed from his green eyes. He was terrified. Terrified of losing her like he lost all the others.
Looking down at his shaking form, collapsed on the ground, she struggled to find a small part of empathy, but she couldn't. She was in his position, and what did he do?
Nothing. But does she want to be like him? "I couldn't sleep last night." She scoffed. She couldn't too. "Don't do this." He whimpered. He crawled over and pulled her down. He crushed her in a tight hold, his fingernails digging into her back. She didn't try to struggle; she knew he was too strong. "I can't." He panted, burying his face in the crook of her neck, peppering kisses on her shoulder. He pressed his hand against the softness of her cheek. She found herself absentmindedly nuzzling into his warm hands, but she still held a cold demeanor. "This is pathetic." She sneered. He flinched at her scathing words. "I just don't want you to leave. Please don't give up. Don't you just give up." He begged and rubbed his cheek against her shoulder. But she was numb to the shaking boy in front of her. She couldn't feel it. The empathetic nature was ripped from her. From the very person who was begging for it. I already did." He winced, tightening his hold around her center and neck, he started pitifully sucking her neck. Kissing and licking at every corner of her neck. She struggled, starting to feel the effects of the sudden stimulus. She whimpered, trying not to give in. She gave in and pressed her lips to Harry's. He sighed as he took a hold of her head and pressed himself to her. They fell in the dandelions and daisies. His body crushed against hers as his hands trailed from her thighs, hips, breasts, and finally neck. He lightly choked it as he shoved his tongue in her mouth, locking her tongue in his. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing him flush against hers. He broke the kiss and started nibbling at her clavicle. "This- this doesn't change anything!" She grunted. "Yes, this does." He took her mouth in his, devouring her. Wanting everything. He shoved his arms up to her crewneck and felt her supple skin. Tracing her navel, he gripped her waist. Leaning into her, taking her lips in his teeth and dragging them along. She hooked her legs around his waist as he sat on his knees. Pulling her close by the waist. They sat up. She was in his lap, tasting his lips.
They showed up at the dinner table. Their clothes were messy with grass stains, his arm curled possessively around her waist, pulling her near him. She felt disappointed in herself, now wary of the person beside her. But Harry was right about one thing.
She needed him.
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Draco sighed at how Harry hung off Mercy's arm like a fish on a wire. "Does he have to follow you everywhere?"
"Sod off, Malfoy." He tightened his hold around her arm. She was dead to the world. "It's fine. I'll fill you in." Harry's eyes widened. "No. No, you won't!" She pushed him away. "He's my friend!" She exclaimed. "But I'm yours!" Harry countered, wrapping his hand around her wrist. She grunted in annoyance, walking to the dining hall for breakfast with Harry trailing her.
She sat next to Hermoine and Ron. "What happened on Monday night... wasn't the most ideal situation." Harry pressed his face to her neck. Pathetically whimpering sorry and kissing along her clavicle. "A drunk and enraged Harry plus jealousy, plus Veritseurum and a naive girl equal a traumatic and scarring memory that will haunt me until I eventually kill myself." Everyone gasped. "N-no.No." He wrapped his arms around her waist and whimpered. Pressing himself against her. "You don't mean that, right?" She held out her right arm, which was revealed to have scars littered on it. Harry snatched her wrists and started pressing his lips along the scars. Desperate to heal her aching heart. He shook and whimpered as he pressed her hand to his cheeks, now wet with tears. "Please." He found himself begging the cold girl over him. "I-I can't" He sobbed. She only pressed his head against her chest as sobs recked his body. He broke down.
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They were sitting on a couch during a Slytherin party. She was sitting on his lap as he kissed her cheek. She was in a haze as she took big gulps from a beer bottle. Harry reached for the bottle and took it away from her. He leaned into her and kissed her. His shirt was crumpled, his tie untied, his fingers gripping her waist. She sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck. He broke the kiss. "Pay attention to me." He pouted. She scoffed. "You make me." He pressed himself against her. "Am I being good? Am I a good dog?" He kissed her neck, slowly trailing his tongue against her neck. She quivered. She bent the knee when Harry sucked her neck, and he knew that. "Am I good?" She scoffed. "You never were." He pushed her against the couch.
He pressed his body against hers as he sucked her neck. She took his tie off of him and tied her tie around his neck. He smiled. "You're my little dog. aren't you?" She gave in. Gave in to his parasitic nature. He was relentless and inevitable.
As they get tangled in each other, her mind fizzles out with every touch, and whispers sorry.