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Chapter 5: The Sadist

Draco lowered the knife to Harry's chest. He slipped the blade underneath the color of his robes. Lifting up his hand, the dagger ripped through robes and the shirt he had underneath. Draco pulled at the tear on his robes until they finally fell off completely. In the meantime Harry couldn't move, to scared that Draco's poor knife skills might kill him if he wasn't careful. Frustrated with his dagger, Draco grew tired of trying to slice Harry's shirt off. In the end, he dropped his knife to the side and tore Harry's shirt with his bare hands. Harry accidentally let out a small giggle. He thought it was amusing that Draco concentrated so hard to get Harry's shirt off.

The noise made Draco look up Harry, but Harry quickly recovered and acted like he was scared of Draco. The night's breeze hit Harry's bare chest, hardening his nipples. Draco enjoyed watching Harry shiver. "Now, Potter. You asked me what I was going to do, eh?" Draco leaned over Harry as his fingers wrapped themselves around the dagger. He brought the dagger to his face and licked the sharp edge of the blade.

Pressing the tip of the dagger on Harry's left breast, Draco made a clean shallow cut. He eagerly watched the blood fill up the wound and drip down his stomach. Harry made his hands into fists, attempting to ignore the pain. Draco dipped his fingertips into Harry's wound, gently smothering his blood around his chest in circular motions. Harry winced at the contact of Draco's finger's and his cut. Draco looked into the depths of Harry's eyes and saw him struggling to fight the pain. He grinned then sunk his teeth into the bottom half of the slash. Harry's eyes started to water and tears streamed down the corners. He didn't even realize he was gripping onto Malfoy's other arm until Malfoy unlatched his hand. Blood was smeared all over Harry's chest and on Draco's lips. Draco released his teeth, letting Harry's wound throb.

The sides of Harry's face where now drenched in tears. His chest throbbed with pain; he could feel his blood pulse through his body. Draco's tongue slid out from between his lips and started stroking the incision in Harry's chest. Harry's breath became louder and deeper, holding back his tears. Draco lowered his head, pressing his plush lips on the wound. Slowly moving his head upward, passionately kissing Harry's neck. Harry tilted his head back, slowly losing himself into the world Draco was creating.

Draco's lips traced every contour of Harry's collar. He lifted his head and looked at Harry. Harry looked back at him, wondering why he stopped. Their faces drew closer together, Draco's tilting slightly. When their soft lips made contact, Harry closed his eyes, indulging himself inside the kiss even more. Draco's body wrapped itself around Harry, keeping him warm from the chilly air. Just as their kiss was evolving, it started to drizzle. Draco looked annoyed, as did Harry. Draco's lips separated from Harry's. He looked at Harry as if it were his fault it started to rain.

"What the hell. I can't believe it's raining. Your lucky Potter, you'll make it out today still alive." As Draco was getting up, he shoved his fingers into Harry's bruised side, where Draco had kicked him previously. Harry peeled over, watching Draco mount his broom and fly away.

What had just happened? Harry looked perplexed. He propped himself up against the roof more comfortably. The rain was getting stronger, droplets covering Harry's skin. The blood from where Draco had pierced his skin was still running down his chest. He slowly stood up, not wanting to injure himself even more. He reached for his broom, got on it, and took off. He carefully snuck into the entrance of Hogwarts. How was he going to make it back to the Gryffindor common room with out getting caught by one of his professors? What about Filch? Harry sighed, "Why did I have to go after Draco?"

Chapter 6: Worry

Ron was staring at the fire, dozing off at times. Hermione was reading, occasionally kicking Ron in the shin to keep him awake. Ron got up and poked the coals in the fire. Turning around, he asked Hermione what time it was. "It's about 45 minutes after midnight. I wonder what's taking Harry. He's been out a while. Reckon we go look for him?" Ron propped himself back on the plush cushions of his armchair.

"We should wait a bit more. I know he would get mad if we thought he couldn't handle Malfoy by himself," Ron explained to Hermione.

"But what if he's hurt, don't you ever worry about him?"

"Of course, I do Hermione, but you have to learn to understand Harry." Ron replied. Hermione gave him a harsh look, but didn't say anything and returned to the book she was reading. The fire crackled, releasing a burst of heat into Ron's face. Ron sighed and looked at Hermione, who obviously looked annoyed.

"Alright, alright... Let me go fetch Harry's invisibility cloak." Hermione looked up at Ron and smiled.

"I knew you would cave in." Ron looked back at her and gave her the same annoyed look she had given him previously. He crept up the stairs to the boy's dormitory, careful not to wake anyone. He brought a candle with him so he could see where all of Harry's possessions were. Moving items around, Ron finally pulled out the long cloak. Ron tiptoed back down the stairs, clutching the cloak in his hands.

"I found it Hermione," Ron stated looking up at her. Hermione nodded and slipped on her shoes. Ron kneeled down and put his own shoes on. When they were both ready to leave, Ron wrapped the cloak around Hermione and himself. They gently moved the Fat Lady out of the way, trying not to wake her.

Hermione whispered, "Where do you think he would be, Ron?"

"Blimely, how should I know? Let's try outside." Ron and Hermione skulked through corridors and down a various amount of stairs. "Damn, we should have brought the map with us. We might run into a teacher." Hermione didn't seem too concerned with what Ron was saying. She was looking directly in front of her. They had walked right into Peeve, literally.

Peeves looked queasy. "Who's here?! I may not be able to see you, but I swear I felt something pass through me! If you don't identify yourself, I will scream!" Hermione and Ron looked at each other. They immediately ran down the end of the hall, turning at the corner. "You asked for it!" Peeves yelled at the top of his lungs, "There are students out of bed! Filch there are students out of bed! Get them before they escape!"

Filch came jogging down the hallway giving Peeves a nasty look. "It's about time you got here! Something passed through me. Students are out of bed!" With that Filch started his search.

Hermione and Ron were both breathing hard. Their faces were blank. Ron pulled on Hermione's robes, asking her to slow down. They stopped to catch their breath, but hurried along, hoping Filch wouldn't find Harry.

In the meantime, the pain in Harry's chest, side, and head was unbearable. He huddled over in a corner, attempting to regain some strength. He clutched his wound; it was still bleeding, leaving a small puddle of blood where he sat. His head was throbbing. He couldn't hold onto himself anymore. He closed his eyes, to shield out the pain, but he soon passed out.

Ron and Hermione finally reached where Harry was. "Harry! What's wrong?! Harry are you hurt? Harry talk to me!" Hermione's voiced was shaky. She pulled off the cloak and rushed over to Harry's side, with Ron following her. "Harry?!"