CH 3 Unexpected Visitors

This time, the portkey transport had created less of a shock to his body, but what he had awaiting for him at the cabin made up for the lack of a nauseating trip. Moments after his arrival, Draco was angrily shoved from behind. Turning around defensively and with his brow pinched into a sharp frown, he then received a swift slap on the left cheek, still wet from tears.

"Draco Malfoy!" Pansy cried in the highest and meanest tone she had ever used.

Draco stood stone-like, his cheek still turned to the side from the slap. His hands clenched into compact fists as he slowly turned back to peer into Pansy's wild eyes.

"Why the bloody hell did you leave me like that?" She screamed, raising a hand to swipe Draco's cheek again, but he was quicker this time and caught her wrist in his grasp, squeezing it tightly before letting it fall back to Pansy's side. She coddled it close to her chest, rubbing it with her other hand.

"Draco, please, tell me what's going on." Her voice was low and soft this time.

Lunging forward, causing the backs of Pansy's knees to run into the edge of the cot, Draco spoke very pointedly, "I'll tell you what's going on." His eyebrows shifted sarcastically. "What's going on is that the Ministry knows I was at the manor. They have my mum and...I have no idea what they're going to do to her."

He backed away, becoming more at ease, staring blankly at the cracked and weathered floorboards beneath him. "They could hurt her."

His voice trailed off into a choked back swallowing of the lump in his throat. He raised his arm to his eyes to ward off the tears which seemed to be on a constant flow. To avoid as much contact as he could, Draco walked to the bed and placed the pewter snake on the headboard, marched to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. He held his back against the door, leaning with his feet stretched out in front of him, however; that didn't stop the impatient raps which pummeled the other side of the bathroom door.

"Draco! What are you thinking? How dare you try to walk away from me, not after what I've put up with these past few weeks." Every slam she made onto the cherry wood vibrated onto Draco's back, jutting him forward violently.

"Then why don't you just bloody leave?" He piped through rough knocks.

Suddenly, the knocking ceased and Draco lifted himself gingerly forward from the door. He turned himself slowly as if to face Pansy through the barrier between them. Everything was silent for a moment or two. He hesitated to turned the door knob, but his hand eventually twisted it and pulled the door out. Pansy stood in awe, her mouth loosely opened and her eyes fixed in a partial squint. Tears were welling up in her eyes. Draco stared at her uncertainly, leaning to one side in case he had to bolt away at any given moment if she were to attack. His eyes shifted from her to various objects around the cabin in an attempt to avoid eye contact. However, seeming like it had come out of nowhere, Pansy thrust herself into Draco, placing both of her hands behind his head, entwining her fingers into his hair. She smashed their mouths together, violently pushing her tongue against his. Draco's muscles suddenly became limp as he faltered his hands to her waist, pressing her hips to his.

Pansy's fingers began to weave their way down Draco's neck, shooting a tingling feeling through his body. They made their way to the buttons on his shirt. She started to unbutton them carefully, but Draco pushed her hands away and pulled both sides of the button-down apart, ripping the shirt and throwing it to the ground without pulling his mouth away from Pansy's. She ran the tips of her fingers down his chest, feeling every uneven inhale and exhale and the racing of his heart. His hands found her breasts and he cupped them tightly causing a small whine to escape her lips. Rushing his hands down to the outside of her thighs, Draco hoisted her up, her legs spread around his pelvis, arms around his neck.

Carrying her against his body, he took her to the bed and pushed her from him onto the mattress. She fell roughly and leaned forward on her elbows, face distraught.

"Ow! Draco, be careful!"

Grinning madly, Draco pulled her skirt down her legs and threw it onto the floor where it landed next to his shirt.

"Shut up, Pansy." He barked softly, sliding his hands up the edges of her shirt, lifting it above her head and throwing it off.

She was holding onto his sides, bracing his body a few inches above hers while he undid the clasp to his pants, shimmying them down his legs and pushing them to the foot of the bed with his feet. Draco pushed himself against her teal underwear, watching her eyes close slowly and her mouth quiver. Pansy reached down and gripped the straps on her hips, turning her body to the side beneath Draco's, so she could remove her panties and kick them off. He pressed his forehead against her hair, his eyes deeply fixed on hers which were fluttering to stay open. His teeth were clenched and he was breathing hot air from his nostrils onto Pansy's face. Arching his back and reaching his hand down to his erection to pull it through the flap in his boxers, he began to ease it into her. All of a sudden, however; she flinched and her body froze.

She grabbed Draco's hand which was leading his cockinto her and held it tightly. Draco's eyes widened and he held his breath. She formed her mouth into a smirk.

"I want to be on top." She chuckled, letting go of him as he loosened his grip on himself and her.

Draco sat up on his knees, hands at his sides as Pansy rolled over, letting him lay on his back, hands remaining stiffly at his sides. She mounted him, tightening her legs around his upper thighs and hips. Then, it happened quicker than he had pictured it, she lowered herself and he was in her. His hands raced to her back, pressing her closer to him as she rocked back and fourth, her long black hair tossing with the rhythm of their movements. She was breathing heavily. Every thirty seconds she would let out a yell, opposite to Draco's soft grunts. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, the feeling was spreading all throughout his body. He had never imagined it feeling so amazing.

As he opened his eyes, suddenly it wasn't Pansy on top of him. The black hair had become much shorter and instead of breasts brushing his chest, it was now another man's chest. When the man picked up his head and looked into his eyes, Draco's face contorted in terror and confusion as he realized that it was none other than Harry Potter on top of him.

Draco let out an angry roar as he thrust the body off, pushing it hard so it buckled over the bed posts and hit the floor with a thud. Quickly jumping off of the bed, Draco ran over to see exactly what kind of spell was being put on him or if he had been imagining everything. But to his surprise and partially his relief, Pansy lay shaking on the floor.

Her upper arms were discoloring into a light red tint from where he had pushed her off the bed. Shocked, Draco shuffled over to her and bent down to help her up. She shot him a dark look and slapped his hand away from her as he held it out.

"Pansy, I don't know what came over me." His voice quivered with fear and weariness.

She bent into a sitting position and then pushed herself up to stand, teetering off-balance. Draco backed up to give her space and picked up her clothes from the floor, holding them out to her. She snatched them and continued to glare at him. He turned around while she put them on, his body in the most strange place. He was severely on edge and tense, yet careful and shy at the same time.

"What on Earth were you thinking Draco Malfoy?" She hissed at Draco's turned back as he tried to see if she was finished changing.

"I...uh, it was...I'm not really sure." His tone raised like a child trying to guess the correct answer of a question asked by a stern teacher.

"Well I know one thing," she said, "I'm getting the bloody hell out of here."

She rushed past him to the bed as he tried to stop her.

"Pansy, it's not safe there!" He called to her, reaching his arm to grab her shoulder, but she shrugged it off and grabbed the portkey and in an instant, she was gone.

Draco stared aghast at the place which Pansy was standing only moments ago.His heart was racing madly and he could hardly feel his limbs as they were becoming numb with fear. He was alone. He had no idea what had happened to his mother at the manor, but whatever it was, now Pansy was going to face the exact same thing.

His body was shaking anxiously as he sat back onto the bed, his legs dangling off the edge lifelessly. His eyes were fixed in a permanently widened state and he had a painful knot in his stomach. I need to find mother. They knew I was there, they're going to hurt her. Thoughts were racing through his head and he could barely stay calm. In one night he had teleported back home and put his mother in danger, not to mention he'd been spotted by the ministry. He had sex for the first time with a girl he hated and then harmed her in a way he had never meant for. However the root of everything lead back to one person: Harry Potter.

Gripping the bedspread beneath him, he began to boil with anger. Something was causing Potter to appear in his dreams and in his thoughts, but he couldn't figure out why. If it hadn't been for him, Draco would have never needed to stick around Hogwarts for the battle. Yet, Potter had stolen his wand, and that meant he needed it back.

That still didn't explain the atrocity which had occurred only minutes ago when Potter had appeared to him. Draco leaned forward, his hands grasping his knees. The wrenching feeling squeezing his insides out caused him to fall onto the floor. It was becoming harder and harder to breathe and his hands were trembling as he lifted them to his mouth. Draco leaned over abruptly and vomited. Pulling his head up and wiping the tears from his chin, he stood up weakly, wavering his body side to side. Glancing briefly over at the cloak on the cot next to the bed, Draco snatched it up and tossed it onto the floor. It didn't seem like Pansy would be needing it back anytime soon.

Sinking back onto bed, and curling into a ball, Draco wrapped his arms around his legs. Burying his face into the sheets, and rocking back and fourth, tears welled up in his eyes, stinging as they rolled down onto the pillow. Closing his eyes, he tried to rock himself to sleep and erase the frightening thoughts from his mind.

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Draco awoke to the sun shining in his eyes the next morning. Rubbing them half asleep, he slowly lifted his body up, and looking around, took in the fact that he was alone for the first morning in over a month. He turned over to get out of bed and stood up, staggering to stay on his feet. At once he lifted a hand to his head, attempting to control his sudden loss of balance as dizziness washed over him. There were too many things rushing through his mind, and even though he had just woken up from a deep sleep, it seemed as though he hadn't slept at all. Everything was so sharp to him. The memory of seeing his mother at the hands of the Ministry before teleporting stung like venom, but he had to figure out a way to get her back, even if it meant turning himself in.

Without a wand this task seemed pointless and impossible, but Draco knew that if he could get a hold of Potter, he would have a chance at getting it back. What was he thinking? Of course he wasn't going to get a hold of Potter, that was the last thing he wanted to do. It would be dangerous and stupid to try and recover the wand with there being so much protection around Potter and such a lack of it around him.

Sitting back on the bed, Draco put his head in his hands and tried to think as hard as he could. Looking down at his bare arm, he clenched his fist, exposing the tattoo which was once a gateway to the most dangerous wizard of all time. He looked into the skull's eyes as they peered blankly into his, causing him to wonder if it could still work the way it had before Voldemort was destroyed. Tears began to well up into his eyes again, but he quickly wiped them away.

Looking through the window next to the bed, he lifted his hand to the glass and held it there. His reflection was looking back at him, his hair a mess, eyes red and swollen from countless tears, his bare chest rising and falling weakly. Suddenly, a loud cracking sound appeared behind him and Draco spun around nervously, only to see his mother standing before him.

"Draco." She gasped.

"Mum."

Rushing to the bed, Narcissa wrapped her arms around her son and held him as he sobbed into her shoulder. She rocked him back and fourth like a child, smoothing the hair on the back of his head as he let out uncontrollable, choking tears. As his body shook with whimpering sobs and heavy exhales, Narcissa whispered into his ear.

"There, there darling. There, there."