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Drabble: Potter's Wheel

Title: Potter's Wheel
Author: Annie (_pinkchocolate)
Rating: PG/PG-13
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: n/a
Word Count: 318
A/N: I'M SORRY I COULDN'T RESIST. This was supposed to be a songdrabble to the Taylor Swift song I mentioned below, but it kind of... evolved into something else.

When Draco thinks back, he always remembers the fights first.

He remembers the yelling matches, the multicoloured blur of hexes and curses, and the times they ditched words and wands and went straight at each other with fists.

He remembers blood on his lips, scratches down his arms, and bruises on his jaw. He remembers the way each word, thrown at him like a dagger, buried itself deep inside him, and he remembers how wonderfully the pain hurt.

He remembers the sex – rough, dirty, frantic; nails digging into his hips, teeth sharp on his throat; hazy pain in his head, white-hot pain all over his body, and slow-burning pain in his heart.

He remembers how the same fingers that were around his throat and his cock danced over him moments later, stroking every inch of skin, thumbing away every tear, as if he were clay on a wheel and every touch was meant to smooth away his bumps and irregularities.

He remembers the kisses – the ones that started out all stubble and teeth and slowly melted into chest-tightening, stomach-dropping, breath-stealing things of beauty. He remembers how those kisses would knock the strength out of his muscles and leave him trembling like a single blade of grass, wondering how he had ever lived without them.

He remembers the feather-light touch of lips on his ear, whispering choked apologies, telling him how beautiful he was and how he’d never be alone and god I love you Iloveyousomuch, as if the words had the power to stop Time itself.

These memories are lifeless, meaningless now. Draco has settled into a rigid life; he is the painted mask he wears every day. Years have passed since he last arched into Harry’s touch. Harry’s hands are reserved for his children and his wife now – his family, a true masterpiece.

Still, Draco remembers. He remembers everything.

But he can’t feel any of it anymore.
Tags: drabbles, harry/draco

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