A/N: You can read the disclaimer and other stuff at the beginning of the first part.
Thanks to my bèta spicykittins! xD


On the Third Day

'He what?' exclaimed Pansy astonished. Draco scowled at her because several students looked up from their books. Fortunately Madam Pince wasn't around.
'He nibbled my ears,' he repeated with a low voice.
'So you let someone nibble your ears yesterday, after they'd kissed you on Christmas Day, and you don't know who they are because you were blinded,' she said in a flat tone and looked as if he'd given the Weasel his last Galleons.
'What?' he responded in a defensive tone, 'I was surprised! It's not as though they could humiliate me by kissing me in the dark or take pictures or anything. And the fact that I might have kissed him back doesn't prove that I'm into boys. So blackmail is out of the order.'
She stared at him in disbelief. 'They could have done Merlin knows what, Draco! You were alone, in the dark and you didn't even have your wand on hand.' She glared. 'And don't snicker like that.'
His expression immediately became indignant, but before he could tell her that Malfoy's did not snicker, ever, she continued, 'What if he hadn't been alone? What if it was only a trick to get you to trust him? He could hex you next time!'
Draco tried to keep his expression blank, but his heart jumped up at the thought of a next time. 'Don't you think he would've hexed me the first time if he'd wanted to?' he asked scowling. 'But if it sets you at ease, I'll ask for his intentions the next time he kisses me.' He managed not to stumble on those last words, but Pansy picked up the slightly hopeful tone all the same. She rolled her eyes and sighed: 'Honestly, Draco!'

In order to escape more of Pansy's disapproving looks, he went in search for Madam Pince. He showed her the note Professor Slughorn had signed for him, to peruse the Restricted Section for information on the effects of Erumpent fluid.
He passed the rope and started wandering through the quiet aisles. When he turned a corner, a familiar darkness suddenly fell upon him and his heart started to pound increasingly. A hand touched his cheek, like he anticipated, and the soft voice murmured: 'Hi.'
Pansy's warnings echoed through his head so it was quit a shock when the boy in front of him, reassured Draco: 'My intentions aren't to hurt you, Draco.'
W
hat the fuck? Did he listen in on my conversation with Pansy?
He tried to remember who'd been near, but was distracted when the other continued: 'Although I really would like to kiss you again.' He stopped as if waiting for Draco to react.
This was it. Draco knew this was the moment he'd need to make a decision. Push or pull. Run or stay. Fight or kiss. It was the thought of being kissed – of feeling cherished – that made him take a step forwards.
The hand glided to the nape of his head and pulled him closer. Before Draco's mouth could be occupied, he asked, 'Would you tell me who you are?'
The hand stilled. 'Trust me, Draco, you don't want to know,' the boy answered sadly. 'You wouldn't want me to kiss you, if you knew.'
His courage seemed to have left him; Draco felt the hand slip from his neck. 'No,' he denied and cringed when he noticed how desperate he sounded, but continued anyway: 'I – I want you to … ' He couldn't finish the sentence however. He'd always learned how to demand, not ask, and never to beg. Again, the boy seemed to have read his mind. He ran his hand back up into Draco hair and tugged.
Draco's head fell back when he felt a mouth on his throat. His eyes squeezed shut and he unconsciously let out a low moan as the boy sucked lightly.
Before he could clearly realize what was happening, the other's mouth was licking and sucking tenderly, and was surely leaving a mark as he worked his way around the skin. Draco's breath hitched and he moaned lightly, his hands grabbing for support. His world had been reduced to just himself and the boy; who was currently sucking his neck, leaving another mark, and a third.
Then, the boy moved up his throat, kissing his jaw and then his chin. It wasn't enough. Draco bent his head until their lips met. The familiar taste left him lightheaded. Just as he was about to deepen the kiss the boy stepped back. Draco's groan was only answered by a soft chuckle.
'Patience,' Draco heard him whisper while his footsteps slowly disappeared.
Once again Draco was left standing in the sudden light when the darkness was lifted. This time however he felt a spark of hope that the other would find him again. Leaning back against the books, he gently touched his throat and smiled.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Three hidden hickeys
Two nibbled ears,
And a sweet kiss, when I couldn't see.