I gasp in shock and pleasure. I moan as I shout, "Yes, yes, yes."
"Oi! Malfoy!"
A pillow hits me hard across the face waking me up. I look up at my attacker. Crabbe.
"You're moaning like a stuck pig over there." My face flushes as I try to recall what my dream had been about. I feel something sticky under my covers. I slowly lift them up to reveal what I had dreaded.
"Fuck," I say, "Fuck."
"That's sure what it sounded like," Goyle says and the two burst out laughing like a couple of buffoons.
"Shut up!" I snarl at them and then do a non-verbal cleaning spell.
This has been happening a lot lately. It's making me insane! I tried taking a dreaming potion but my dreams aren't changing. The dreams of a raven-haired boy. I hate him with a passion so strong but he won't get out of my head. I even tried a memory charm. That, unfortunately, went very wrong a resulting in a week long stay in the Hospital Wing.
Outside Transfiguration I see the Golden Trio. Oh, how they disgust me! Especially famous Harry Potter. I call out to him, "Oi! Potter! Still having those nightmares?"
"Shove off, Malfoy," he says back.
"Ooh, not very friendly," I say sneering at him. I see him draw for his want but the Mudblood grabs his arm.
"Ooh, always looking for an excuse to grab him, eh, Mudblood?" I say.
"Don't call her that," Weasley says taking a step toward me.
"Ah, two blood-traitors to one Mudblood is that how it goes?"
I don't see the spell coming. Before I know it, I'm picking myself up off the floor looing at a smirking Potter. I send a jinx towards him as he sends another. We both duck out of the way and the spells hit the opposite walls causing several bricks to crumble.
"Potter! Malfoy!" Turning around I see Professor McGonnagal walking towards us.
"Reparo," she says at the walls, and then to us, "Dueling in the halls has always been prohibited gentlemen. Fifty points from both houses. And detention for each of you, my office six o'clock."
Ron makes an audible groan. I smirk as I remember the Gryffindors have Qudditch practice tonight.
As we enter the classroom, I see Potter's eye bear into mine with the same hatred I share for him. Oh, how I loathe him!
"You're detention tonight will be cleaning Professor Snape's scalded cauldrons. Without magic," McGonnagal tells us as Potter and I stand opposite her. "No fighting or it will be another detention," McGonnagal continues staring at us and apparently clenching her withered hands.
"Yes, Professor," Potter says. I say nothing. McGonnagal shows us a store room where the cauldrons are kept, then closes the door leaving us alone.
"This is servants stuff!" I burst out as I grab a rag and some cleaning supplies. Potter says nothing. Why do I want him to say something?
Potter ignores me as he starts scrubbing his first cauldron.
One hour and four cauldrons later I speak again. "Never answered my question, Potter," I say trying to get a rise out of him, "Still having those nightmares?" I see his hand clench around his rag as he scrubs harder. I drop my rag and walk over to him. "What no answer, Potter? Hmm?" He looks up at me with such hatred. But looking in his eyes now, I feel my heart hop. I am confused at my reaction.
"Potter, you're," my voice cracks and I don't understand what is happening but I do know his lips are looking luscious and my eyes fall to them. I see Potter's face change; his eyebrows scrunch together sharing confusion. Then, for a moment I lose my mind. My mind is literally blank and I cannot think or reason. My lips crush onto his. Both our eyes widen in shock and then my mind returns slamming me hard enough to knock me out. I shove Potter to the floor and his head hit's the floor with a loud crack. I cringe wanting to see if he is alright. But I keep my distance. I kissed him! Harry fucking Potter!
"I slipped, Potter," I snarl at him as he struggles to pull himself up. "It was a slip, nothing more." I go to him and grab his hair, tears of fear hot in the corner of my eye. He yells as I pull his hair, "Nothing else!" I shout over his yell.
"What the devil is going on in here?"
I pull away from Potter releasing his hair. "He attacked me, Professor," I say.
"What?!" Harry shouts at me.
"I don't know what I'm going to do about you two. Detention the rest of the week. I'll see you tomorrow evening. Now back to your dormitories. Quietly."
I tear out of the room. I have never hated Harry fucking Potter more than I have at this moment.
He won't get out of my head. How could my mind have just left? I replay it over and over how that second had me do the craziest, stupidest thing. I hate Potter more than I can say! My hands are shaking with fury when I think of him.
At six McGonagall leaves us again with her penetrating stare still lingering in the room. I can't look at Potter. My hands won't stop shaking I grab a rag and the cleaning supplies. I scrub so hard the rag keeps sleeping and I'm scrubbing my knuckles which are cracking and breaking. After two hours, Potter dares speak to me.
"Malfoy," he says, louder than he should and he realizes it.
"Don't speak to me, Potter," I spit at him not looking up. But I hear him stepping toward me.
"Malfoy," he says softer. I turn on him and my right fist hits his jaw.
"Potter! Stay away from me!" I say hot tears of hatred forming again. His eyes narrow and he steps forward again, slapping me across the face. It takes me a second to realize what just happened and when I do, I punch him straight on. He loses his balance and almost falls. He looks up at me; his hands that he had brought to his face have blood on them. I realize his nose has started to bleed. Seeing the blood I can't control my self. I slap him and he grabs my hand, crushing my fingers. I try to slap him with my other hand but he grabs this one too with his other hand. His forehead has come to lean against mine. I struggle to get my hands free, but he is squeezing them and my fingers are grinding together. He presses his forehead harder against mine and our noses are touching as he breathes hard in my face.
"Let me go, Potter! I hate you Harry fucking Potter! I HATE you!" But he won't let me go. Before I can stop him, his lips crash down on mine. I try to pull away but he has let go of my hands and is now pulling my head towards him with such force I can't release. I grab his head to push him away but my hands do the opposite and push him towards me. Potter pushes me against the wall kissing me hard and sucking my mouth. I feel I need to fight for control so I push his tongue out of my mouth and press mine into his, gaining dominance.
Potter's hand slides to my shoulders and he squeezes them forcefully. His nails are digging in causing me to moan at the sharp pain.
I can't breathe so I start to push him away again to catch my breath. He almost doesn't let me but then I guess his lungs are crying for air as well and our lips part. Our heads still lean forward. We are both panting and swallowing, trying to catch our breath.
"God, I hate you… Harry fucking Potter," I gasp.
"Fuck you, Malfoy," Potter replies pushing me hard against the wall and turning around.
We both get back to our cauldrons just as McGonagall comes in. Potter tries to hide his nose form her as she tells us to go back to our dormitories.
We leave quickly a couple of feet separating us as we walk down the neutral Hallways before we part down our separate paths.
Before changing paths, Potter turns to me and smirks.
"Fuck," he says almost scoffing. I stare at him disappear with emotions unclear and unknown to me swirling around me.
Entering the dungeons for Double Potions, of course, I see Potter. While talking with the Mudblood and Weasley he glances up and catches my eye. His usual sneer straightens up a bit, and he almost smiles at me. Then his sneer takes over. Just to touch him again I push him as I pass by him, smirking at him as my eyes travel up and down his boy.
When I arrive for detention, Potter and I avoid eye contact and McGonagall leaves us again. Before I can even think about cleaning cauldrons, my eye catches Potter's and I exhale sharply. I fall towards him and we kiss so hard out teeth nip each other slightly drawing tiny droplets of blood. I breathe this time so I don't have to release for that god-forsaken thing called air.
His hands clutch my neck. My hands leave my mind's awareness and go underneath Potter's shirt, squeezing his nipples hard resulting in a sharp squeal of pain from Potter. Potter's hands go to my wrists trying to pull me away. I press harder and he moans this time gaining strength to pull my arms away.
"After," he says. Just that one word, "After.," he says again motioning towards the cauldrons.
After detention, Potter takes something out of his bag when we are out of sight of McGonagall. It's a cloak and when he pulls it over us I can sense immediately that we can't be seen.
He leads me up staircase after staircase to the seventh floor where he paces back and forth in front of a wall. A door appears and he pulls me inside, shuts the door, and shoves off the cloak.
Around me I see a large bed and dimmed candles.
"What's this?" I ask.
"Room of Requirement," Potter replies. Before I can ask anything else, Potter pulls my shirt off of me and his hands start tracing my arms and chest. He leans me down on the bed softly but forcefully and kisses me up my torso. He nibble at my left nipple sharply as he squeezes the right one. It hurts, but it feels so good! He kisses my happy trail down to my belt buckle which e undoes swiftly and pulls off my jeans.
I blink and his shirt is off and he is now pulling off our shoes and socks. I take off his jeans and cast them off on the floor. We take off our last article of clothing revealing our pulsing erections. His hands touch my cock and squeeze. He then lowers his mouth to the tip and sucks hard making me moan. He releases too soon, but I push him down to all fours and spitting on my fingers I insert one into his entrance. I then add a second and a third preparing him. I release my fingers and thrust myself into him. Potters yells out in pain and I almost pull out but he shouts, "Go, go, go!" So I heave and thrust fast and hard, grunting as he moans. I feel myself come inside of him and pull out, collapsing on my back.
Potter kisses my body gradually coming back to my mouth.
"Potter, Potter," I whisper.
"No," he says, "Not Potter, Harry."
"Harry, Harry," I say embracing him.
"Oh, Draco!" he says in ecstasy, making my name sound amazing crawling off those lips. He rests his head on my chest and we listen to each other's heartbeats until our breathing slows.
Finally, Harry says, "So, Draco, you hate me?"
"Fuck, Harry," I say, "I hate everything about you. So why do I love you?" With that Harry kisses my chest and we lay like that for what seems to be hours. His breathing slows and levels, and so does mine. We fall asleep like that, in each other's arms.