Title: Heart
Summary: Dark, sick, twisted drabble. Turn back now while you still can!
Word Count: 156 words
Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter & Co., have never owned 'em, will never own 'em.
A/N: This is prolly the darkest thing I've ever written and the plot bunny attacked me when I opened CullenCrazy32's Alphabet Challenge on the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum.


The relationship between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy could, under no circumstances, ever even be considered normal. What they have now though is so far from normal it isn't even in the same spectrum. Harry's mind is (un)helpfully filled with what they have: sex (rather violently), fights (that are even more violent), and make-up sex (which sometimes brings down small buildings when the proper charms are forgotten).

But even with all the angry sex and hateful words between them, somehow the blade shoved into his back, through his heart, and out his chest, comes as a surprise to one Harry James Potter.

Draco stands behind Harry, one hand on the hilt, the other snaked around Harry's chest, stroking his stomach.

"Draco?" Harry manages to gasp out.

"Shhhh, love. It will all be over soon," the expressionless blonde whispers.

"But why?"

"Didn't anyone ever tell you the quickest way to a man's heart is through his back?"