You Make Me Complete. You Make Me Completely Miserable.

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Draco took in a sharp deep breath. It felt as if a thousand needles were poking threw the heart.
Every bone in his body ached, he could feel open wounds gushing blood. He opened his eyes to find a ball of great black hair hovering over him. Pouring some sort of potion over his bare chest. Embarrassed he squirmed around, his hand were tied to a thick sheet of metal.
" if you don't stop moving you will end up with broken ribs Mr.malfoy." professor Snape groweled. Draco did his best to hold still but all he wanted to do was cover his pale skin in soft warm blankets.
Around his legs were skimpy quidditch shorts.
Snape suddenly looked up. There must have been some one else in the room, who he shot a desperate glance. Professor Snape backed away slowly.
" you may proceed, you have indeed done this before haven't you."
There was no response only footsteps moving closer.
" on a unicorn back while...it worked. Desperate times call for desperate measures sir." Said a very strained voice, With vague familiarity. 
A sweet comforting smell of campfire over came him imeaditly soothing him.
Pyra looked him dead in the eye. Slowly she put her hand in his. That was the first time she had ever touched him, without having to carry him some where, the first time while he was awake and knowing.
He was not comfortable at all with her seeing him like this his skinny arms and pale chest exposed.
" This may hurt a bit, love." She said still straining her voice.
What. Love, since when have you ever called me love. What do you mean hurt. Why are you acting so strange. Where am I. Where's Hermione!?
These thoughts all ran through Draco's mind but he could not force his mouth to form any words.
" I'll leave...you too it." Mumbled proffeser Snape as he hurried out of the room.
Pyra began singing, the rasp of her voice gone, only a silky tone rang from her lips. She sang the most beautiful song, even though draco couldn't  understand the lyrics he felt its meaning deep down in his soul.
She let go of his hand. Drcao felt the most calm he had ever felt wash over him. Her hair went from its normal brownish blonde color to a deep purple mixed with blues and the tiniest hints of pink. Her hair rose up as if she was underwater. The color in her eyes had fled, now only bright white gleamed from her eyes.
Draco watched through sleepy eyelids, the sound of her song echoed through his brain. He felt all his best memories surfacing, not that he had very many but he did have a few. A drunken smile crossed his weary lips.
Pyra slowly stopped starring above her and looked at him. She sang softer, and lifted a hand engulfed in blue flame that teased at a lavender towards the tips. Her flame touched his chest and as it did it turned lime green.
Draco watched the flame dance across his body. It didn't hurt infact all he could feel was tierd. Watching the last glimpse of light before he fell fast into a deep peaceful sleep.