WARNING! SHAG OCCURS IN THIS CHAPTER 8,D!
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He couldn't sleep. A wink…All he could think about was the blonde for some reason, should he really be giving apologizing so much thought? What was the big deal? If he said sorry to Malfoy and he accepted it, great! If he didn't, then Harry was just the better person and he could at least say he tried…So what's eating him so much?
Suddenly a brown leather book slammed onto his desk and he looked up to meet eyes with Snape.
"Pay attention potter." He growled as he lifted the brown book from the boy's desk and continued to teach his class.
Harry sighed and settled his eyes back onto his text books as snape practically preached to the class.
At one point, Harry's eyes drifted from the text book unconsciously towards Draco, and they settled quite comfortably as well.
He stared at the boy's almost white hair…and his eyes as he concentrated on his studying, much like he was supposed to be doing now.
A string of drool unknowingly dripped down his mouth and to his chin, thankfully not hitting the paper when snape yet again slapped his book on the boy's desk and Harry's head shot back up towards snape.
"Mr. Potter!" He hissed. "See me in detention tomorrow morning." He smiled, taking the book off his desk yet again.
"And wipe off that drool," he added as he, again, began teaching his extremely bored class.
"Y-Yes sir." Harry blushed as he whipped off the string of drool that dripped from his mouth as he suddenly heard a stifled laugh and he turned towards the source.
Draco sat there snickering at the boy.
"Is baby Potter drooling in his sleep again?" He gave him a baby face and started laughing again.
"Shut up Malfoy!" Harry hissed.
"Rwar~" Draco teased.
Harry just rolled his eyes and forced them back onto his text book, no, that confirmed it; he definitely did NOT need to apologize to Malfoy.
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That afternoon, Harry sighed and slammed his books down onto the long table in the dining hall next to Ron and Hermione.
"You alright Mate? Snape sure did give a lot of grief today." Ron frowned.
"Yea." Harry said abit unsure. "It was Malfoy who really annoyed me." Harry gritted his teeth.
"What did he do this time?" Ron rolled his eyes.
"Well it's just….I couldn't stop staring at him today for some reason…" And as soon as he said it, he could have sworn he saw Hermione smile.
"You sound like a sick love bird." Ron said in disgust.
"No! It's just…Did he do something to his hair?" Harry said stupidly.
Ron looked at his best friend in a worried, unsure tone.
"I think you better sit down and eat Mate." He half laughed, motioning for the boy to sit down and eat before he ate his food himself.
"Have you guys heard about Malfoy sneaking out of the castle at night?" Ron asked, shoving a fork full of food into his mouth and chewing furiously.
"Sneaking out at night? No…Why?" Harry asked, doing the same as Ron only with a more controlled portion size.
"I think he's sneaking out to beat up the first year muggle Borns." Ron scoffed, "What a git, someone should put him in his place." He snorted.
"Ron!" Hermione cautioned.
"Since when do you really care about what me and Harry think of Malfoy! Do you have a crush on him or something!"
"No Ron…Look, I'll tell you later, just…Not now." Hermione's vision shifted toward anything but the two of them.
"Why not Hermione?" Harry asked impatient, almost as if he hoped she didn't like him.
"Eh, just leave her be Harry, she's acting really weird today, who knows what she'll pull on you next." He half laughed.
"Oh, just shut up and eat your food." Hermione giggled.
Harry smiled as the two friends laughed…but his mind was on something far more different…Could Draco really be sneaking out to hurt Muggle Borns like that? He didn't know…But tonight he would definitely find out.
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Draco gasped as he gently touched his shoulder, today's scarring had been especially painful for some reason, and he suspected his father might have not gotten his way today at work, all he knew is that when his dad had a bad day, so did he.
Today there were twice as many scars that there were before on his body, and they were ugly and big…painful and burning…Scars of love.
He knew it sounded overly dramatic and pathetic, but he couldn't lie that they were, they were there to protect Harry and that's all that mattered right now, he had no idea how he grew to like the boy so much, all he knew is that what his instinct was, and for once, he acted off it.
"Malfoy!" A loud yell suddenly inturupted his sound thoughts and he looked up.
Crap, it was Potter.
"Potter!" He spat. Looking back at the direction of the shack panicked that his dad might see him and snatch him away, then the scars would be worth nothing.
"What are you doing out here? Beating up a muggle born again?" Harry glared, Oh if he knew the real reason, he just wish it could spill out of his mouth…He about had it with pretending to hate Harry, it was driving him mad.
"No actually, I was taking a midnight walk, what's it to you Potter?" That was the stupidest excuse and he knew it, he definitely wanted to smack himself after saying such a lie.
"Midnight walk? Somehow that doesn't strike me as you Malfoy, what are you really doing out here?" He crossed his arms waiting for an excuse.
"None of your business Potter" He hissed, walking past the boy roughly bumping shoulders with him on purpous.
"Answer me!" Harry screamed, he had no idea why he was so fired up, why he was so ragefull, but he had enough, enough of these mixed feelings with Draco, enough of these un solved problems between them, Just enough!
"What's got your panties in a bundle scar head?" Draco smirked, or would you like you to call you "Oh chosen one".
And so Harry finally snapped.
Having enough, Harry grabbed Draco's wrist and slammed him into the brick of the castle walls.
"What are you doing, get off me Potter!" He struggled in the boy's grip.
"What's going on Malfoy! If you're not beating up some muggle born what are you doing? I want answers! I'm sick and tired of doing this with you day after day!" Harry screamed.
"Doing what!" Draco spat.
"This! This…HATE! It makes me so mad! I can't stand it, what is your problem Malfoy!" This was the first time Draco had ever seen him so fired up…it was truthfully more scary then being with his father.
Draco opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.
To emphasize the point that he wanted a answer, he grabbed the boys wrist tighter and slammed him into the wall harder, but that's when he noticed a few slim cuts on his wrist.
"…Draco…Where'd you get those?" Harry asked curiously, bringing them down but still keeping a tight hold.
"Just a few paper cuts." Draco laughed, "Not that you'd be able to stand those Potter, you're a little baby inside." He laughed harder.
"Paper cuts? I doubt it Malfoy, you're a terrible liar, take off your robes." Harry ordered.
Draco blushed, "Excuse me! What are you thinking Potter! No! Let me go!" he yelled at the boy, trying to kick him.
"TAKE THEM OFF!" Harry ordered harshly, he had no idea why the hell he was so mad, he just was, and it felt so bloody good to get it out.
"I said NO! I'm not gay like you potter!" He sneered.
"Fine, I'll take them off for you." Harry glared.
Draco's eyes widened, "W-what! No! LET GO POTTER!" He screamed desperately.
Harry grabbed his robe, ripping it off as well as his blouse.
He stood back, staring at Draco's torso and arms.
"Draco…Who did this to you?..." He asked rather softly as if he cared.
"It's none of your business scar head." He growled, picking his clothing up from the ground.
"That's not nothing Malfoy, tell me…" He still sounded so soft.
Draco stopped and looked over at Harry for a moment, his tone was so soft and caring…His eyes made him look genuinely worried, it took all his might not to melt right then and there before the boy.
"I…can't tell you, if you knew…you just don't need or want to know." He finished his sentence rather unsurely, covering his torso and arms back up with his shirt and robe.
"Please?" He asked even more softly.
Merlin, that's when he faltered.
"My dad…My dad gives me these scars." He unconsciously slipped out of his mouth, regretting it the second it had.
"Your dad…?" Harry choked, next thing Draco knew, he was spilling himself out to him.
"My dad…gave me these scars…he's been inflicting pain on me nightly, we have appointments at this time every night." Draco bit his bottom lip.
"A-Appointments'? Draco you make it sound like a doctor's visit! Why is he beating you!" He yelled in concern
"It's…none of your business." Draco simply brushed him off.
"I don't give a bloody rat's arse! It's my business now! He can't just beat you! Why haven't you told anyone Draco, we could help you!" Harry raged.
"Because it's bigger than that. MUCH BIGGER! You don't understand anything potter!" He bitterly growled through gritted teeth.
"What are you talking about Malfoy?" Harry asked cautiously, not trying to hurt the boy further.
"BECAUSE IT'S YOUR FAULT! THIS IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! THIS IS ALL FOR YOU!" He cried, tears forcing their way out of his eyes.
"Excuse me…?" Harry asked confused.
"MY DAD! HE WANTS ME TO…HE WANTS ME TO ABDUCT YOU HARRY! HE WANTS ME TO BRING YOU TO HIM AND I CAN'T HARRY, I CAN'T DAMMIT!" He cried harder.
"Draco…" He said softly, walking towards him.
Draco just slowly backed off, not wanting to make any sort of contact with the boy.
"Why haven't you then..? We hate each other, why haven't you just handed me over?" He squinted his eyes waiting for his answer.
"I don't hate you Potter…that's the thing…As much as I try I just can't hate you like I used to! I LOVE you!" Draco accidently slipped.
Harry's eyes widened and he stared wordlessly at him, unable to think, let alone respond.
After a few moments of silence Draco wiped all the tears off his face. "I wasn't supposed to say that." He said shakily, "Just…Just stay away from me Potter." He mumbled, walking away and back into the castle where he hoped to get some sleep.
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Draco lay in bed that night, staring at the black chandelier slowly dangling as he wished it would fall on him right then and there so he could wake up from this dream, rather night mare.
The way he saw this little predicament, Harry was bound to react in 3 different ways, he would:
Laugh at him and tell all his friends
Ignore him
Or
Pity the poor boy
He was pretty sure the boy wouldn't love him back...if he had he would have just said it out there when Draco waited for a response, but he didn't say "Draco...I don't feel the same way" OR "I love you too". It drove him up a bloody wall.
He flipped over so his face was buried in his pillow as he shifted his mind to an even bigger problem: was he going to turn potter over? Or keep being beaten…maybe he was right, he should get help with this…but how exactly would he ask? "My dad's intentionally beating me because he wants me to kidnap Harry Potter and I keep failing due to the fact I don't want to loose him because I'm in love with him and he doesn't feel the same way…"
Crap, then his mind was right back where it started.
He wouldn't be able to bear seeing the boy tomorrow…one of those 3 things would happen, he knew it.
He heard a harsh knock on the door and his heart froze…he just hoped it wasn't Harry, but if he didn't answer it, it could be Snape.
His feet slowly yet surely brought him up and he dragged them over to the wooden black door as his sweaty palms shakily opened the silver door knob.
The door swung open and he met face to face with Blaise.
"Blaise! Uh…" He coughed, "What do you need?" He tried to sound like his old self.
"Draco…are you okay?" He half laughed, looking at his messy hair; that wasn't him.
"Yes, just tired, go onto bed Blaise, we have a scar head to make fun of tomorrow." He smirked.
"Alright Draco but…If you need anything, just tell me, you can tell us anything." He half smiled.
Draco just rolled his eyes. "I'm fine Blaise, good night." He said more grumpily, shutting the door and putting a spell on it so no one could open it.
Later that night as he was finally about to slip into a twilight sleep, he heard a knock and gave a exasperated sigh.
"Blaise, go away! I told you I'm fine!" He growled, turning over stubbornly and throwing the blankets on his head.
"It's me…Harry." A small voice came from the door.
Draco's eyes widened and he froze.
What exactly was he going to do? What exactly would harry say? What would happen between them? He didn't want to find out, but what would he do? Jump out the window? Well he could if he had his broom stick.
"Go away potter" He said bitterly.
"Malfoy!" He said rather annoyed. "Open the bloody door!" He growled.
"This is a slytherin room Potter! Go back to your stupid Gryffindor pals!" He spat.
"Draco, if you don't open this door…" He trailed off.
"Can't you take a hint? BUG OFF!" He steamed.
Harry sighed, "Draco, I didn't want to do this…" Harry threatened.
And he knew exactly what Harry was going to do right then and there.
"WHAT! POTTER-
But it was too late, the door blew over to the other side of the room as Harry lowered his wand and his gaze shifted from the shattered door over to Draco.
He couldn't stop staring at his hair…it was tousled and messy due to the pillow he was laying on.
His eyes went lower and he saw the boy's chest under a white tank top.
He felt something tighten in his pants; oh boy, he'd have to take care of this quickly.
He slowly maneuvered over towards the blonde as Draco slowly tried to slide to the other bed to get away from harry.
"Draco…" He said softly, approaching the bed.
"Stay away." He spat sourly yet shakily.
Harry reached the bed eventually and crawled onto it slowly toward him, and that's finally when Draco froze.
His head reached the crook of Draco's neck as he breathed down it, "Draco~" He whispered in the boy's ear.
Draco couldn't stop himself; He moaned.
"W-What are you doing P-Potter" He grit his teeth trying not to let another moan break loose.
"Are you really going to call me Potter in bed?" He chuckled and placed his warm lips on the base of his neck.
"Nnnn" Draco leaned his head back as his breathing quickened.
Harry smirked against his flesh and let his tongue slip across his pale skin, wanting Draco to say his name.
"Pot-Harry…I….thought that you…Haaahhh" He was inturupted as Harry bit softly down on the sensitive part of his throat.
"Hm?" He hummed in question continuing his excavation of the boy's neck.
"I thought you didn't…wanna….do this." He gasped as Harry bit harder.
"I never said that" Harry cooed.
Draco had enough, he was confused.
He roughly shoved the boy off and backed away.
"That's just it! You never said ANYTHING! Do you know what it's like to tell someone you love him and not get any explanation at all!" He screamed.
Harry stared at the blonde and sighed, "Look Draco…I was...Confused, I didn't exactly think about ever having those types of feelings towards you…" Harry trailed off.
"So it was just one-sided this whole time wasn't it." Draco frowned and looked down.
"I-Draco I mean, I hadn't then, but I thought about it…and I want this…I really do Draco." Harry bit his bottom lip.
"You're lying…you just pity me, and I don't need your pity, just leave Potter." He hissed.
"Draco I…" Harry tried.
"Forget it Potter, Just forget it! I'm fine!" He growled.
"But-
"I told you, get out" He snarled
"DRACO!" He screamed so loud the chandelier moved, it obviously caught his attention as well because he stared at Harry with wide eyes.
"I love you!" He yelled, not caring if anyone had heard him.
Draco sat speechless…staring at the boy, he was dreaming wasn't he…but it seemed so real and so right, he didn't want to leave that moment.
"I love you…" Harry whispered more softly this time, slowly bringing his face closer to the blonde's and pressing their lips softly together.
This time, he didn't fight, the kiss first was soft and chaste, but soon turned into a fiery, passionate kiss; tongues darted, teeth clanked and moans rang through the air like heaven to one another's ears.
Harry moaned, noticing Draco's erection poking his thigh, begging for more.
"Harry…" Draco whimpered, not being able to ignore his hard on any longer.
He finally took his mouth off the slytherin's and began nipping at his ear as his hands drifted up the boy's tank top, roaming and exploring around his muscles and abs.
"Harry." Draco hissed now more demanding.
Harry chuckled, "Someone's horny" He smirked, still biting his now red ear, "Just be patient Draco, I promise I'll fuck that tight hole of yours soon." He growled seductively.
That alone made Draco lose any sanity or control he had left as he bucked his hips up trying to make contact with the other boy's lower region.
Getting rather annoyed with these actions, Harry grabbed his hips and pinned them down, wanting this to be as slow and dirty as possible for the blonde.
"Touch me" Draco whined and gasped when he felt Harry rubbing a nipple lightly with his thumb.
"So impatient" Harry chuckled, moving the other hand up to the neglected one and repeating his actions.
Draco's head leaned back yet again, letting Harry take over and pleasure him to nirvana. He wanted this, he needed this.
Taking his hands out — much to the blonde's dismay—Harry slipped the Malfoy's shirt off, the cloth gently making contact with his hard nipples and earning a soft groan from the writhing man beneath him.
"You're so sensitive" Harry lightly chuckled, rubbing his abs lightly as if it were a nice massage.
"Hn, I thought I was impatient." Draco grinned as best he could considering the moans that threatened to attack his mouth.
"You are, but you're impatient because you're sensitive." Harry grinned knowing he was definitely winning this fight.
Draco growled, "Wanna tussle Potter?" He grinned wider.
"Let's tussle" Harry agreed quite pleased with a smirk plastered across his face.
"First of all, those glasses make you look like a pedophile, take them off." Draco commanded.
"But if I take them off I won't be able to see what I'm touching" He laughed, "I could be trying to touch your little problem down there and end up palming your arse."
This made Draco laugh and blush at the same time, "And who says I'd have a problem with that? Either way I'm a happy man." This time is was his turn to purr sexually.
"Ohh then" Harry chuckled lowly, letting his hand slither down the boy's frame and settle on his arse.
"Uhhhnnn" Draco moaned as Harry groped the boy harshly.
"Does this mean I win?" Draco smirked triumphantly.
"Mmmm we'll see about that." Harry grinned, straddling the boy's hips.
They could both feel each other's erections, weeping to burst out and make contact, oh Merlin did contact sound nice right about then.
"Ngh…" Draco grunted, bucking his hips up toward Harry's.
Both moaned loudly at the friction and began thrusting faster together.
Harry's extra hand groped the other cheek of Draco's arse as he lifted it up to help the boy move against him.
"Merlin" Draco moaned as the friction became greater and harder.
"Giving in already?" Harry smirked.
"Humph, you wish Pott—Ah!" He gasped, feeling a hard slap landing on his arse.
"I told you to call me Harry" he grinned, taking his hands off his behind and entangling them in his hair as he sucked the poor boys mouth off.
Draco couldn't believe this was happening, it was his dreams coming true all at once, he had to admit he still had some doubts about Harry, but he brushed those thoughts aside, letting the man above him do what he pleased with him.
Harry moved his hands yet again down to the boys chest, this time not touching any sexual organs OR trying to convey pleasure to the boy, this time, he lightly traced the boys scars as he whined at the sensitivity they still had considering most of them were still fresh.
"Draco." Harry said with absolutely no hint of seduction in his tone.
Draco opened his eyes and stared into Harry's emotion filled eyes, they were full of seriousness, anger, pity, love, desire, it looked as if he was about to cry.
"He's never going to do this to you again…I'll make sure of it." He said lowering his mouth to lick and kiss every single scar on him.
Draco wanted to cry; so bad, the boy's care and love was so heart felt...and he loved it, he loved that he and Harry finally shared the same feeling toward one another, other than hate.
"Are there any on your legs?" Harry asked curiously looking up at Draco.
Draco shook his head "My father didn't believe in seeing anyone except for my Mom naked." He confirmed.
"Oh, why'd you let him beat you..Why didn't you run?" Harry squinted.
"Harry…he's my father…all my life I've known him that way and I can't just turn around and hate him…I still love him." He grimaced.
He was right. No son could love a father for so many years, stand by his side and just turn around and hate the man…not even Harry could hate Sirius if he had done such a thing.
"I'm sorry you took this for me." Harry frowned.
Draco smiled, "Relax P-Harry, It's done now."
Harry smiled, but it soon turned into a seductive smirk sensing the touching moment was over, now it was time for some action.
Still grinning, Harry lowered himself down where his face was met with Draco's "Jr."
Smirk widening, he slowly dragged the boy's boxers off, revealing his pale erection with a few drips of shimmering pre cum dripping off and seeping down the boy's long length.
Harry licked his lips, staring at it until he heard Draco moan, signaling it was okay for him to start sucking.
He dipped his tongue out, the tip just barely making contact with the head, slurping up the tiny drops of pre-cum dripping out of his slit.
Draco threw his head back and covered his mouth trying to stifle the many moans he just wanted to let loose.
Seeing this action, Harry went back up to Draco's face and pried his hands off of his mouth.
"Don't hide it; I want to hear you moan." He hummed, taking his tie off and tying the boy's hands to the bed post.
"W-what is this...For?" He grunted, trying to move his arms but his wrists were too tightly tied to the bed.
Harry just smiled and went back down to finish the job.
Taking the head in his mouth he sucked lightly, letting his teeth graze the tip, letting his tongue swirl around the slit as his hands worked to keep the boy's hips down, not wanting him to cum just yet.
Draco moaned endlessly, he couldn't stop it, they just flew out like a water fall, he hated being so helpless but he loved being helpless under Harry, it felt so right.
Harry's mouth eventually ended up swallowing more and more of the boy's length until his mouth could fit no more, he continued humming and bobbing his head up and down while moving his tongue around the shaft.
"H-H-Hahhh…" Draco threw his head back harshly, almost hitting it on the wooden bedpost.
"Harry I'm gonna….c-uh-uh—aah~" He groaned as Harry took his mouth off of the boy, releasing his length with a wet "pop".
"Why'd you stop?" He whined.
"I don't want you releasing just yet." He grinned.
Draco blushed as Harry's head came back up and his fingers were softly shoved into his mouth.
"Suck." Harry commanded.
The boy complied, sucking each digit with care, wetting the with saliva knowing exactly what they'll be used for.
As soon as his digits came out, the Malfoy blurted out his question.
"Why don't you just use a lubrication spell?" He asked owlishly.
Harry sighed and looked Draco in the eyes.
"Draco…I'm not fucking you." He said seriously.
"What? But I thought…" He couldn't believe what he was hearing! He had the nerve to tease him and drive him over the edge without the intentions of making him release! Torture…
"I'm going to make love to you…" He whispered into his ear, nipping at the still red body part from the last time he played with it.
At that very moment any doubt Draco had about the boy who lived, shattered, He truly loved him…He could tell, he wasn't just Harry's "fuck toy"…he was his lover…
Interrupting his heavenly thoughts, he felt a long finger violate his tight hole, eliciting a sharp gasp and a series of moans following as fingers continued to find their way into the hole until he finally fit 4 in.
"H-H-Haaah-Hah-Harry, I'm ready..!" He gasped, feeling Harry's fingers probe inside of him.
Hearing Draco's plea, he took the four wet digits out of his now stretched out hole and rubbed his extremely hard erection on his hole.
"Are you sure?" He asked, trying to make totally sure he wouldn't hurt the blonde.
Draco shook his head.
That was the signal; he slowly started to push into him, until his balls were touching his arse.
Draco screamed.
"Draco! Are you alright?" Harry asked concern, ready to take it out if told to.
"Yes!" He hissed in pain, "Move you bloody idiot!" He growled.
Harry complied, taking it almost all the way out and shoving it back in with great force, starting out slowly but quickening the pace gradually.
"Uhhnn harder Harry" He moaned, thrusting against him hungry for more.
"You like that Draco?" He teased, licking and nipping at the base of his neck.
"Ahhh uh-ohhhh" The noises fell out of Draco's mouth, he sounded so bloody beautiful…
"Mmm, do you?" He asked again, wanting an answer from the writhing, desperate boy beneath him.
"I…haaah!" He gasped as Harry's hand snaked down and began pumping Draco's shaft.
"Answer me Draco~" He cooed.
"Fuck!" Draco hissed, making Harry's eyes widen.
"Draco…didn't your mom ever teach you to watch your language?" He chuckled, biting down on his neck hard.
"Ahhh!" Draco gasped, moving faster against him.
"You naughty boy" He purred, pumping his wet erection faster, squeezing harder while doing so.
"I ca-I'm…ugh." Draco couldn't seem to say anything without breaking his sentences with moans all thanks to the chosen one's skilled hands and hips.
Leaning down, Harry reclaimed Draco's lips; making out with a fiery want and lust.
"Draco" Harry gasped, pulling apart from need of air.
Screaming, Draco came, Harry following soon after due to his tight passage tightening around him and he pulled out, falling down next to Draco.
Harry looked over at his lover after getting off his sex highs but noticed he was already asleep…
Harry lightly laughed, wrapping a hand around his waist and nuzzling into the crook of his neck, he definitely hoped to make a habit of this.