Wed, 06 Sep 2006 20:19:05 GMT

Title: Pretty When You Cry.
Author: authentic_rose
Rating: umm... NC-17? maybe. I really don't know the ratings so correct me if it is wrong.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Angst, pain, tears.
Word Count: 301
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, if I was JK Rowling the books would be very different.
Summary: Draco knows that he is a tool.

Harry drags Draco away from his hole. He drags him up stairs and stairs until he is standing outside the door to another kind of hell. The hell that you want to stop, want to kill, want to escape from. The hell you want to help, want to live, want to keep.

Draco is a tool. Harry and Draco both know it. Tools can be broken, thrown away and replaced. Tools can also fix things, repair damage, mend cracks. Draco is scared of being rejected, of being banished, of being killed. So he sucks harder, pumps faster, holds on for longer. He puts his body and soul into pleasing Harry.

Harry doesn’t loosen Draco up before he penetrates him. Draco wants the burn, the sting, the pain. Harry relishes in the way Draco screws up his face in pain, how he bites his lip, how he tenses beneath him.

Draco holds on till the end. He waits until the deed is done. He tries to hold on to the little pride he has left. Until he can bear it no more and he lets go. He lets go of everything, of his sorrow, his pain, his soul. As he lets go he cries. Little droplets that quickly change into streams forming tracks on his dirty face.

Seeing Draco so broken, so pained, so dead sends Harry over the edge. He gives a harsh cry as he comes and pushes Draco away.

Draco gathers up his rags and sits and waits. Waiting for the guard to come fetch him and take him down. Down down down stairs until he is back to his cave, his hole, his cage. The guard picks Draco up and manhandles him out of the door, but before he leaves Harry always whispers

“You’re pretty when you cry.”

My first ever attempt at writing, so comments and crit would be nice.

Make me real.