What Draco Wants

JK Rowling owns it all. I just play with her toys.

Chapter 4

Draco had become obsessed with the amulet and all that it showed him. Mostly it was what he had expected, classes, hanging out with his friends, parchment after parchment of homework. Draco looked into the image as often as he could. He would watch Potter as he walked through his everyday life. He laid in his bed and watched Potter sleep,the slight rise and fall of his chest. Potter became his every thought. He learned what he liked to eat. He memorized the nuances of each type of Potter's smiles. The bright, crooked smile of something amusing that caught Potter off guard was Draco's favorite. When he smiled like that his face seemed so open, so innocent and his eyes would shine. Draco realized he had to be more careful the day in the great hall during dinner Potter threw his head back in such a loud belly laugh it caught Draco as well and he laughed with him. Everyone else around him looked at him as if he had gone mad sitting there by himself laughing.

Late one night when Draco couldn't sleep he dug the necklace from his pajama top and thought that he would peek into Potter's bed and watch him sleep. His face seemed so innocent, so peaceful when he wasn't having one of his nightmares, which Draco found out were quite common. This time he was surprised by what he saw. Potter was sitting in front of the fire in the common room just staring at the flames. Tears rolled down his cheeks unbidden. He made no attempt to wipe them away. His eyes were dark and lifeless as he sat on the sofa, his arms laid limply at his sides. "What is wrong with him that he just sits there like that? Did his girlfriend break up with him?" Draco knew Potter had no girlfriend at the time. "Was it the war? Did someone he know die? Gods he looks awful. I have to find out. I have to finish the other potion. Maybe that will give me some clue." Draco could feel his own heart breaking seeing Potter in so much pain. He wished he could go to him and comfort him. Draco slid down into the covers and propped the image of Potter up so that he could stare at him until he fell asleep.

Though the other potion was easier to make he did need a lot more of it. It wasn't like the 'See spell' where he just needed to do it once. It was something that he himself would have to drink from time to time to keep the spell alive. At the manor he had made several vials of the potion. He had no idea how long the effect would last, though he was sure to bring along plenty of the raw ingredients with him from home. He didn't want Snape to know what he was up to and knew the Professor was adamant about his stock room. What he needed now was hair from the crown of Potter's head. He had tried to think of every possible situation where he could get a hold of it on his own but now he knew that he would need the help from Crabbe and Goyle. So when he woke the next morning he spoke to them at breakfast. It would all seem routine to them so he wasn't worried that they would know he was up to something more than what it appeared. There was a usefulness in their stupidity.

Draco nodded just as Potter had gotten up from the table alone. He had not eaten a bite of food that Draco had seen and he still looked horrible. He wondered if Potter had slept at all the night before or if he spent the night sitting on the couch blankly staring into the fire. Draco gave the boys a few steps head start and then followed behind them. He really didn't want to do it this way but he saw no other choice. Just as Draco exited the great hall he heard the familiar crash of Potter being knocked to the floor. That was his cue. Draco swooped in on Potter from behind and grabbed the hair at the crown of his head with his right hand he yanked as hard as he could pulling Potter's head back to look up at him. Potter's eyes were red rimed and shallow but the usual dark anger stared up at Draco with hate. Draco kept the usual Malfoy sneer on his practiced lips. "Down in the floor again, aye Potter? Seems to me this is right where you belong. Pity there is no mud for you to wallow in. Oh wait, Granger is still in the dining hall stuffing her fat face, is she?" Potter growled up at Draco but knew there was nothing he could do with the three of them surrounding him. "Let go of me NOW Malfoy or you will pay, I swear it!" Draco gave Potter's head a shake hoping to pull out more hairs while he yanked his hand back. Potter let out a yell as his hand came to the top of his head trying to grasp at Draco's wrist.

"What is the meaning of this?" came the familiar shriek of Professor McGonagall.

Draco sneered with his hand still wrapped in Potter's hair. "Nothing Professor, just helping Potter here up after a slip. Isn't that right Potter?" With that Draco pulled his hand up as if to help Potter from the floor. When he released his grip he was happy to see quite a few hairs entwined in his fingers and quickly shoved his hand into his robe pocket.

"Is that correct, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall looked down at the boy still on the floor. If she raised her eyebrows anymore they would disappear into her graying hair.

"Um.. yea.. sure Professor, I'm fine" Harry said as he scrambled to his feet just as Ron and Hermione hurried toward him.

"Well then you best be off to class." She glared at the blond boy who was so much shorter than herself "Please do be more careful next time, Mr. Potter".

"Yes Professor" Harry muttered and he slung his book bag over his left shoulder, his right hand rubbing at the top of his head where the hair was pulled out. "Come on" he said to his friends as they made their way down to the dungeons, his shoulders hunched and a defeated look on his face. Draco noticed this posture and didn't need the amulet to tell him what was going on down the hall.

"Now off with all of you" McGonagall clapped her hands three times quickly "Move it along now or I will have words with your Head of House."

Crabbe and Goyle made haste down the corridor after the trio but Draco made a bit of a detour to the restroom just outside the potion's classroom. Carefully Draco laid out a towel with his left hand setting it on the counter. He withdrew his clenched right hand, holding it over the towel he carefully opened his fingers. Draco's face lit up when he saw just how much hair he was able to acquire. Potter must have a bald spot but with all that mussed up hair who would notice. Draco counted fifteen hairs, which he carefully added to the long thin vial he carried with him. He held it up to the light and stared at the long dark strands. Potter's hair did not feel as he had thought it would. He thought it would be course and thick, but once his fingers were full of it he found it soft, silken almost. Thick yes, but smooth and warm and soft. Draco quickly put the vial back into his pocket and rushed to class only a few minutes late. Snape would never dock points from Draco and he knew this, he counted on it.

The rest of the day was dreadfully long and boring. All Draco wanted to do was go back to his room and finish the final spell. He was unable to pay attention to any of his classes, which was no big deal really, he rarely did and still made passing marks. His hand went to his pocket often to fumble and caress the vial full of Potter's hair. Several times the feel of it entwined in his fingers came back to him so vividly, how soft, how warm. A small explosion in the far corner of the charm's classroom saved Draco from this line of thought as he joined in on the laughter though he had no clue what had actually happened.

At dinner Draco ate a quick bite, grabbed up a few rolls and made his way to his room as quickly as possible. Once inside his safe haven he dug in his trunk for one of the vials for the 'Know spell' and carefully shook it. His face screwed up as he saw the thick liquid that he knew he would have to swallow. It was lumpy and had an odd sickly yellow color to it. He knew that was exactly what it was suppose to look like but that didn't make it look any more appetizing. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the vial of Potter's hair. "The hair of my advisory" He removed one single strand and placed it into the vial of the yellow goo. He had to use a wooden stick to push it down into it because it was so thick. He had to shake it exactly the same way twenty four times. Draco paced the room with his eyes closed as he concentrated on keeping his movements steady and counted exactly to the proper number. When he opened his eyes and looked at the vial he let out a sigh of relief. The potion in the bottle was no longer a thick, sickly yellow but had turned more of an amber color and was clear. It looked much like apple juice and Draco hoped it tasted just as good.

Without haste Draco popped the stopper with his thumb and tipped the whole vial of potion down his throat at once. It had a slight bitter sweet taste to it but all in all it wasn't as bad as some of those horrid potions Madam Pomfrey poured down him.

Draco waited for something to happen but when he felt no different his shoulders slumped. He picked up the book again and read over the spell twice. Yes, he had done everything perfectly. He knew the potion was correct, what had gone wrong? He flopped back onto his bed and let his legs hang over the side with a loud sigh. He knew he had done everything right so why wasn't it working? He reached under his robes and pulled out the amulet and peered inside. He could see Potter still at the table though his plate was pushed aside. He had finished eating. The Weasel though was still stuffing his face and the Granger girl had her face covered in a book. "Gods I wish they would hurry up" Draco heard inside his own head but it sounded like Potter's voice not his own. He quickly sat up on the bed and stared at the necklace with wide eyes. "How in the bloody hell does Ron eat so much and not get sick?" Potter's voice rang in Draco's mind.

With a yip and a leap from the bed Draco spun around the room. "It worked! It worked! I can hear his thoughts!" he cheered to himself. He let the amulet drop and waited to hear more. When all was silent even in his own mind he picked up the amulet once again and peered in. He saw Potter look over at the Slytherin table and sigh "He's not there" Potter thought. "Who's not there?" Draco thought and then realized that Potter was looking right where he himself had sat just before rushing up to his room. "Why would he be looking for me? Probably glad I'm not there to trip him up again or something." Just then Granger lowered her book and mouthed some words that Draco couldn't hear. "Not the library again" Potter thought and with a mental sigh he nodded and followed the girl out of the dining hall and up the stairs.

Draco stayed in his room sitting in the over stuffed chair by his fire and watched as Potter did his homework. It was amazing he got anything done with his eyes drawn to the windows and his mind on flying. He longed to be out on the quidditch pitch alone with his broom. Potter looked up quickly as it seemed Granger was yelling at him for not working on his transfiguration essay and then Potter's mind was back to the dull drum of the work. Draco thought 'Well this is no fun" and got up to go take a leisurely bath.

When he was clean, sweet smelling and draped in his favorite navy blue silk pajamas Draco curled up into bed. He pulled out the amulet once again and had to blink a time or two. Potter was naked laying on his belly. His left hand was trapped under his groin and his right up under his chest. His hips were arching back and forth and Draco heard a distinct moan inside his mind. Potter's moan instantly woke up parts of Draco he hadn't touched sense returning to school. Just as his own hand slid down to the waist band of his pants he heard something that made him stop. "Malfoy, yes Malfoy, touch me!" Draco almost dropped the amulet when he heard Potter moan his own name. He was so shocked that his hands shook. Again it came, the moan of Draco's name in Potter's voice so loud he felt that he was right there with the boy. Draco sat up, his own hardness forgotten in this new revelation.

Draco was given not only Potter's moans but his mental images as well. He could see what Potter was fantasizing about. He could see Potter in his own mind spread out on his back naked with Draco's pale body kneeling between his knees. His left hand stroking Potter's long length as his other hand roamed all over his tanned body. The contrast of the skin tones was amazing, but then again this was Potter's image of how they would be. Potter arched his back and raised his hips in his mind but in the amulet his hips pressed further into the bed. "Oh please, Malfoy oh gods yes please harder make me cum for you Malfoy! Malfoy! Malfoy!" In the mirrored necklace Potter's hips trusted faster and harder. In Potter's mind Draco placed both hands covering his cock pumping hard and fast. "Malfoy, oh gods don't stop I'm going to cum oh shit yes!" Looking into the amulet Draco saw Potter press his hips hard into his own hand trapped under his body, the muscles of his ass cheeks hollowed, his head raised up and thrown back. Draco could hear the moans and cries of release coming from Potter's own mind but not from his throat. In his mind he saw Potter laid out onto his back as he came into Draco's hands. Draco then used Potter's own cum to stroke himself off and came all over Potter's chest and belly. The mental Potter chuckled as his chest heaved with each breath. He dipped his finger into Draco's cum and brought it to his lips and lick it clean.

"NO, no, no more, this isn't real, this can't be" Draco dropped the amulet and felt the heavy thud of it against his chest. He stood up and laced his fingers into his thin silky hair and paced the room. "What the hell just happened?" Draco's mind was buzzing with moans, images, both mental and mirrored. His own cock throbbing from them all but he was used to ignoring it's demands. Draco stopped in his tracks, his right hand covered his chest over his heart. He could feel the flutter of it on his palm. His face was frozen in shock with his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open and dry. "Could, could, no it can't be. I won't allow it" He made his way over to the chair by the fire and sat with his elbows on his knees, his fingers still entwined in his hair. A sharp pain shot through his heart so deep it made him gasp and clench at his chest. "No no it can't be. We are enemies. He hates me. I hate him. Oh gods!" Another pang in his heart that made him curl his chest around his hand. Could he be sick? Could he be having a teen aged heart attack? He curled up into the chair in a ball like a child. Every time he thought "He hates me. We are enemies" he felt that sicking pain again. He awoke the next morning still curled in the chair with tear stained cheeks.