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Chapter 4

Draco groaned and rolled over onto his back, blinking as his eyes tried to focus, the harsh sunlight filtering through the drapes causing him to hiss and cover his face with his pillows. He grunted as a heavy weight suddenly landed on his chest, winding him as he cracked open his eyes to see who dared disturbed him. It was Draken, bouncing on his chest with its feet and flapping its wings, its mouth opening and closing as it tried to produce sound. The little dragon, seeing Malfoy awake and looking at him, arched its back and waved its tail, waiting to be pet as it curled on the blonde's chest.

"Good morning." Draco whispered drowsily and reached forward to stroke the dragon's metal hide, caressing the cool scales and wings as he woke himself up. "Do you know what time it is?" Draco asked, grinning when Draken just stared at him. "Its morning. The worst part of the day."

The Slytherin laughed at his own joke, jostling the poor beast. "You know, I think I need a shower." He mused to himself, staring up at the ceiling with his arms spread wide and legs tangled in the sheet. He suddenly turned his head to the side and sniffed his armpit, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "Yep, I definitely need a shower."

With that said he pushed Draken off his chest and rolled out of bed, staggering when his feet hit the floor. He cursed, righting himself, glancing over as he heard Draken drop to the floor. "Hey you. Where do you think you're going?"

Draken gazed up at him, his eyes narrowing. He bounced once and flapped his wings, huffing at Draco as if saying 'I'm going with you.'

"Oh, no you don't." Draco said bending down and grabbing the dragon, lifting him up to eye level. "I am going alone. Remember what happened last time? I had to run half naked through the halls trying to catch you." He snarled at the dragon, remembering with a flash of embarrassment what had happened yesterday.

Draken had taken it upon himself to search for Malfoy, after the blonde had accidently left the door open when he went to take a shower. The dragon, waking up and seeing his master gone, had went in search of him, flapping and bouncing down the stairs.

Luckily it had been earlier in the morning, for Draco was an early riser, getting up when the sun rose but hardly sleeping when it fell. The dragon hadn't encountered anyone until he had found Draco. How he had managed that the blonde will never know.

It had taken him a moment to see the beast through a curtain of water, but when he did he gave chase without thought. It had resulted in him leaving his clothes in the bathroom with only a towel hanging around his waist.

The worst part of it all was that the only person he had encountered, and ran into, was the great Harry Potter. It had been terrifying. Draco had turned a corner and ran into the Gryffindor, who was walking toward the showers when Malfoy came barreling at him. Both of them had fallen, with Draco landing on top.

They had been winded and Malfoy had tried to roll away only to have Harry flip them over, panting as he tried to breath. The Gryffindor didn't seem to realize who he had pinned, until he had lifted himself to his elbows and blinked open his eyes.

Malfoy had been flushed red and was unable to speak, until Harry lifted his hips and legs off him and he felt a breeze. His eyes had popped out his head when he realized his towel, which had been wrapped around his waist, had been ripped away on impact, flying of somewhere and leaving his bottom half naked. Malfoy had frozen and with an undignified cry had pushed away from Harry and rolled to conceal his cock, which had hardened do to cold air and Harrys proximity.

Harry had stared, stunned by the blonde's sudden move until he saw the Slytherins bare arse, perfectly round and pale. He had practically choked and done the wise thing of averting his eyes. When he did he had spotted a white piece of cloth, sitting rumpled and discarded on the stone floor.

He had reached and grabbed it, handing to Draco without looking at the Slytherin, his cheeks flushed as he stood and waited for Malfoy to wrap the towel around his waist. When the blonde was decently covered Harry had turned to him and grinned, staring into his eyes. He had said, with these exact words, 'We should stop running into each other. I don't think my body can take anymore."

Draco had practically turned into a tomato and had rushed back to his room, only to lay there naked and demanding his erection to subside before he had to yank one off.

Now, thinking about it, Draco flushed red, his eyes wide as he stared unseeing at Draken, who wiggled in his grasp. "You know what? Maybe a bath instead." He muttered, hoping that Harry would go to the showers and they wouldn't have to see each other. Yesterday was awkward enough, he didn't want to rub salt into an already opened wound.

Draco sighed and set Draken back on his bed, petting him along his back before he turned and rummaged through his wardrobe, pulling out a shirt and pants along with green underwear. He folded his things and headed out to the baths, making sure to shut his door before he descended down the stairs, his footsteps soft as he walked.


Draco sighed as he rubbed his hair dry and pushed open the door to his room, thanking Merlin that he hadn't run into Harry on his way to and from the baths. He grumbled to himself, muttering about 'stupid Gryffindors and their bad timing'. He was glad that he didn't have to see Potter, but a bit sad as well. But all that was forgotten when he saw a thin package laying on his bed. He gasped and hurried over, excitement boiling as he practically pounced on the box, throwing the towel he was drying his hair with behind him.

He ripped open the box, pulling out the contents and setting them in his lap, grinning when he read the label. He glanced over at Draken who was sitting beside him, lifting the box for the dragon to see. "Chocolates! He got me chocolates!" Draco exclaimed, his mouth watering from the sweet aroma that drifted from the many chocolates the box held.

He examined the box, reading the different flavors and cooks. Every piece was different, made from chocolate in Germany to U.S.A. There was a least forty different flavors, some filled with cherry's and others with dark rich cream.

Draco surveyed them all, finally picking a dark chocolate ball filled with strawberry jam. It was delicious and melted on the Slytherins tongue, causing him to moan in complete bliss. To be honest he was obsessed with chocolate and ate as much as he could get.

He swallowed the treat and absently grabbed the letter that was taped to the inside of the box, flipping it open as he grabbed another chocolate and popped it into his mouth.

Hello my dragon,

I knew, with no surprise, that you would eat the chocolates before reading my letter. Don't worry, I am not angry just amused. Hopefully you ate a nighttime sweet before a daytime one. I know you must be confused, so let me explain. The chocolates have magical properties to create a happy daydream or a dream at night. You will know which one is which from the flavors. The dark chocolate is for nighttime and the milk chocolate and sweeter ones are for daydreams. When you eat them they will extract your happiest thoughts, no matter how hard you try to stop them. You might not want to admit of something that makes you happy but the chocolates won't care and will pick them at random. The nighttime ones are for before you sleep. You eat one and you will not have any nightmares until the sun rises on the next day. I hope you will enjoy then. Oh, and before I forget. I saw you run down the hall half naked. It was quite a sight and gave me wank material for life. I am a little bit of a pervert when it comes to beautiful arses and hopefully you are fine with that. Some would say that isn't a quality to be proud of, but proud of it I am.

From your amused friend, the one and only.

Draco flushed all the way to his toes, falling back on the bed with a pained groan. "Of course he had to see me in a vulnerable state! With Harry Potter of all people! I wonder why he didn't mention it?" He thought aloud, finally shrugging when he realized it didn't matter. "Well, I love arses as well and hopefully he has a nice one." He mumbled, staring up at the ceiling.

He suddenly sighed and rolled over, placing the chocolates beneath his pillow so Pansy wouldn't get to them. "I just want to meet him so badly." Draco muttered grumpily, his breath whooshing out when Draken jumped onto his back.

Malfoy glanced behind his shoulder and grinned at the dragon, watching as the beast preened under the attention. "Especially you. He has to be amazing to have given you to me, and as a gift of all things." He whispered, letting his cheek rest against the covers of his bed. "I hope I figure out who my secret admirer is, before I go insane."

Draken huffed at him in agreement, settling down onto the blondes back as Malfoy fell asleep, the letter from the boy who loved him clutched in between his fingers, the letters slowly smearing from the sweat of his palm.


HEY! Im sorry this chapter is confusing, but i needed to put something there besides Draco recieving the gift from Pasny. I no it was a little weird, but i have no idea were to go with the story. but wait till tomorrow! i will create a chapter that will. BLOW. YOUR. MIND! But i cant yet because i had to get all the weirdness out with this chapter. i hope you liked it! until next time!