Incubus III

Here we go with the last part of Incubus I have :3 

Oh my, it seems so short in here, when I wrote it in my notebook it looked much longer XD 

Although it's so short, I think this is my favourite part.

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Title: Incubus, part III

Type: Fanfic, slash, HP, Draco x Harry 

Kind: Dark, Demonic 

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      Harry kept his eyes shut, but quiet, whistling murmurs just didn't stop. He opened his eyes to look around and find the source of this irritating sound.

     What he saw was an opened window and curtains waving on a cold wind. Albeit this was not the thing that shocked him. Next to the window stood a tall shadow, looking outside at the black emptiness of the night. Anyone else could say it was unrecognizable. Well, anyone except Harry. Without any moment of hesitation he could tell who it was.

     "Malfoy..." he growled, loudly. He didn't want to make the same mistake he did the last time, and tried to wake everyone else, so that the demon won't get him.

     "Well well well... Who do we have here? My sleeping beauty is awake." he turned back to look at the other boy. He let the whistling laugh get out of his mouth. His still human face was looking at Harry with light gray eyes.

     "You can't do anything to me." he started getting up from the bed.

     "Don't bother to stand up, darling. I'll lay you down anyway." Blond said with a horrific smirk.

     "You won't be able to do anything to me. My friends..." he wasn't able to finish, because in less than two seconds the demon was right in front of him, placing his skinny finger to his lips.

     "Shhh... Darling... Don't speak." bright irises seemed to tear Harry from the inside and get to know every little thing about him. "Actually... Even if you'd try to speak, no one will hear you."

     "What... What do you mean?" green-eyed asked as the demon took finger off of his mouth. He only laughed quietly and shook his head slowly.

     "As you were peacefully sleeping I've put a silencing charm around your bed..." he smirked, putting his finger at the very center of Harry's chest. He started gently stroking, painting swirls and lines down his bare skin. "I took care that no one will hear you today. Except me. I will have you on my own, you hear me, Potter? And no one will hear you when you'll beg for more."