Utterly Broken

Chapter Eight

"You are worthless Potter," says dream Draco. He's wearing his usual smirk, skinny jeans and tight shirt and all. He stands with his hands in his pockets, confident poise, "Nobody cares about you, I certainly don't." He leans over  Harry, puts one hand in Harry's hair and the other tilts his chin up, "I don't even hate you, I just couldn't care less," He then sits on Harry's lap (Harry's sitting bound to a chair), face inches from Harry's. The arrogant blond blows onto Harry's lips, breath minty, "But you care about me! It's so obvious, that's why I keep you around, you know, so I can make fun of you. It's hilarious, perfect Potter, in love with me! A death eater." 

One of his hands finds Harry's chest, and the soft blond hair brushes against Harry's face. "You're turned on right now? Aren't you? Pathetic," The Slytherin laughs, "You're so pathetic, it's hilarious!" Draco twists in his lap purposely, and Harry strains against his binds and screams through his gag. "You're in love with a death eater! You know you can't change me. You think I regretted it, don't you?" Draco's other hand trails down Harry's shoulder, leaving Harry tingling. It stops to join the other hand on Harry's chest, "I loved it! I loved their screams... I loved how they twisted up in pain, I loved how their voices broke so they couldn't scream anymore; when I tortured them. I'd go out of my way to do it too, anytime the Dark Lord brought someone in, I'd be first to raise my hand. You know what I mean, don't you, because you're a monster too. You tortured Hearts, and you enjoyed it."

The blond removes Harry's gag, "You're a monster," and before he can say anything in reply, Draco presses his lips softly to Harry's. Harry knows it isn't Draco, but he can't help it, he kisses back, rough and desperate, feeling cold and warm all over. "Pathetic," murmurs other Draco, before leaning back down, wrapping an arm around Harry's neck and snogging him  fiercely, their tongues pressing against each other.  They twist around in some sort of dance, barely pausing for breath. Then suddenly the Slytherin leans back, Harry tries to reach forwards for him, but is denied, "Say you're worthless, Potter, say it." The brunet's face drops, and Draco laughs, "I don't need to force you," He leans forwards again and Harry pushes himself away, trying to resist, "Because you already know you are." He kisses Harry again, murmuring against Harry's lips, "You're worthless." One quick kiss, "Pathetic." Two quick kisses, "No one cares about you!" Three quick kisses, "A monster." One long kiss, "Who killed so many people-"

"Potter!"

"You're nothin-"

"HARRY!"

Harry woke up with a start, "What?!" He looked around frantically, why was everything green? Why was Malfoy nex- then everything from yesterday rushed back to him. "Oh," he said softly.

"You were having a nightmare," muttered the Slytherin, brushing his hands through his hair in attempt to organise it, "Bloody woke me up too."

The brunet blushed, and got up quickly, trying to put some distance between them, "Sorry." Oh Merlin, his nightmare. He was not remembering the feeling of Draco's lips on his. Stop thinking about it! He screamed to himself. Getting a boner in the middle of the woods would not be a good idea. 

"You should feel sorry," Draco gibed, stretching his arms, resembling a cat. (Note on Draco 57: When he's sarcastic about something somewhat serious , he actually means the opposite). Also, Harry totally didn't keep mental notes about Draco. Okay, yes he did, but only like 300 hundred of them. He couldn't help it, know thy enemy after all. 

Suddenly he felt  a tap on his shoulder, "What do we do now?"

The brunet suddenly felt a crushing weight on his chest, Draco was relying on him to get them out of the woods, but he had no idea what direction Hogwarts was in, "Um... We should find a tall tree?"