Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: Adult Very Adult
Note: This takes place at the end of book 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am not making money from this. These are the deranged rantings of a mostly comatose muse. This is Chris's fault. He knows who he is.
“Stupify.” Harry spat, his wand having been at the ready since he has seen the sneering blond reflection following him in a cottage window.
Malfoy was surprisingly light floating before him into Sirius’ cave where he had starved just to be close to him.
The act offered him no pleasure. It was perfunctory, raw and savage against flesh unable to resist. He came with barely a respite in his grief over his godfather.
“Now you have a little mudblood in you.” He whispered to the blank face, cleaning himself against Malfoy’s thigh leaving him in the dust and dry bones.