Delicious As Sin

Chapter 18

By PinkSunRise


Harry awoke with a start, knowing he wasn't where he was supposed to be. He shivered as the cool silk he laid on raised goose bumps on his skin. He was… alone. As he was about to stand, he looked up at the sound of the door opening. Tom entered looking like the embodiment of perfection in a black robe with dark green edges. He presented Harry's glasses with a flourish and Harry took them, still looking confused.

"Not much of a morning person are we, kitten?"

"Why… am I still here?" Harry asked.

"Hmmm, I told you I wouldn't let you go," Tom said simply, as he walked towards the door, "Oh, someone wants to visit you. I'll be back in a few minutes," he said, exiting the room.

Harry was fuming: 'the nerve of that bastard, trying to lure me to him with all those sweet promises and then doing something as stupid as this,' Harry thought but his train of thought was interrupted, as the door opened. Draco entered, shutting and locking it behind him. He stood against the door for a moment and took a deep breath as he looked at Harry. Harry gasped as Draco slammed against him and held him with near death grip.

"We thought, we thought you were dead!" he mumbled pulling away. He was gazing at Harry as though he were an angel.

"Stop looking at me like that," Harry stated as he straightened his glasses.

"Nice to see that me worrying is appreciated," Draco said raising an eyebrow at Harry. Harry returned Draco's hug and made no attempt to move away.

"Want to get off me, kitten?" Draco asked, mocking Tom.

Harry pulled away as if electrocuted and shook his head.

"Don't call me that," he said.

"Fine," Draco said leaning against a bedpost.

"What… What does everyone think happened?"

Draco gave him a look that would have sent snakes slithering away.

"They think Voldie took you, what else? There are people all over the fucking place looking for your sorry ass and — oh look — you're in a nice comfy bed, with…" he said as he trailed his hand over the sheets, "silk sheets."

"It's not like it's my fault! I couldn't just come back because I have no clue where I fucking am, damn it. And stop acting like such an asshole and help me for once!" Harry shouted.

Draco looked as though he wanted to retort but he presented his usual smirk.

"What do you want me, the little insignificant servant of the Dark Lord, to do?"

"Help me get out of here!"

"You are stupider than I aver gave you credit for, Potter. You can't leave this place alive."

Harry's eyed widened.

"You… you mean… he's going… he's going to kill me?"

"No dumbest. Your precious Tom hasn’t any plans to harm you. But what do you think will happen when you return, unharmed, to Hogwarts? I guarantee that there won’t be a single person who won’t believe that you’re one the Dark Lord’s supporter."

"Draco! You have got to be kidding me! Everybody would believe me if I said I wasn't helping the Dark Lord!"

"What makes you so sure? What makes you so sure that all your so-called friends won't fuck you over like they did last time? They know you have dreams about Lord Voldemort! The only way you could get back safe would be to come back broken, bleeding and bruised and even then your story would have too many holes."

Harry looked away for a second and whispered, "Draco, what's the matter with you? Why are you acting like this? Do you want me to stay here for the rest of my life?"

Draco had turned away and Harry stood, placing a hand on his shoulder. Within seconds Harry was sprawled across the floor with Draco still in possession of his arm. Draco's nose was almost touching his.

"I am sick and tired of you having so much fucking faith in people, Harry James Potter. The world will fuck you over and it already has; you refuse to believe that you need evil, yet it’s the only thing a person thrives on. Get over yourself, damn it! I'm sick of helping getting your sorry ass out of situations you can't handle. If you want to leave, tell Tom yourself," Draco said standing up Harry grabbed hold of him and pulled him down to eye level. Harry's eyes were almost brimming with tears.

"Pity won't work," Draco whispered, briefly pressing his lips to Harry's. Draco gave Harry a sad look before he left the room. Harry almost whimpered.

"It's not fair!" Harry yelled as he picked up the vase and threw it against the wall. It shattered beautifully, sprinkling shards of porcelain on the ground below. Harry collapsed in a heap and sobs wracked his body. He felt it as he was picked up off the ground.

"You can't play this game anymore," Tom whispered against the side of his face.

"I'm not playing a game!" Harry sobbed.

"You have to choose Harry. You have to choose your friends or me. I know I'm asking a lot for you to leave your friends, basically your life but I can't do this anymore."

The walls were crumbling around Harry and he felt like he couldn't breathe. 'You have to choose,' echoed in his ears, 'this is it, this is the end, this is good or evil, this is my last choice,' Harry thought. Harry leaned forward and traced Tom's lips with his tongue.

"Make love to me…" Harry whispered pressing himself against Tom.

"This won't solve anything kitten..." Tom tried to mumble as Harry assaulted him.

"Make me forget before I choose Tom, make love to me…" Harry purred.

"But then you have to choose my angel…" Tom whispered.

"Then I will choose," Harry firmly said.

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