That time of the year
Chapter One – Heat
Cursing under his breath, Draco Malfoy was hastily making his way back to Common Room.
Him! Of all the people that crowd this miserable excuse for a school, why does it have to be HIM?
It wasn't his first time. He had been in heat before. Nasty little trait of all pureblood wizards. There was no cure or charm to prevent it. But now, Draco was determined to find a way out of it. He couldn't possibly give in to this urge to… He cringed at the thought…
Fuck Harry Potter.
The sentence now meant something else entirely.
He entered Slytherin Common Room and barked at Zabini: "Blaise! With me, NOW!"
Said Slytherin raised his eyebrows, but Draco's tone left no room for argument. Draco stomped into the dorm and slammed the door shut after Zabini, almost tearing it off its hinges.
"That time again, eh?" Zabini stated. It wasn't really a question that needed answering.
"Shut the fuck up and undress!"
Zabini obliged. While being fucked into the mattress he never realized that the Slytherin prince was thinking of someone else the entire time…
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"Get out," Draco hissed as soon as he rolled off Zabini. Zabini threw him a kiss in a sarcastic manner and went for the showers.
This is not going to help. I'm still thinking of that four-eyed freak.
Draco grabbed his forehead and leaned back onto the soft pillow.
I'd rather die than fuck him. I swear to Merlin, I will find a way out of this. But now what I really need is help to keep Potter the hell away from me. As far away as possible.
Draco's cold and calculating mind already held the answer. The only one who would understand – he was a pureblood after all – and would be able to keep Harry (oh hell no! you're not calling him Harry!) away from him was…
Weasley. Does the humiliation ever end?
It was simple to get to speak to Weasley alone. After all, he was a Malfoy. He'd just get them both in detention…