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Being in Melissa's dorm with her and drinking hot chocolate by the fire managed to calm him down and warm up his freezing blood after a while. So when Melissa suggested they take a walk through the castle so that they could talk, Draco agreed. Draco needed to let out the pain he felt at betraying Harry that way, even though the logical part of his brain told him that he had already broken up with Harry and it made no sense for Harry to be crying about his indiscretions. Melissa went up to her room and came back down, dressed warmly. "I told Luna we are going walking." She announced and they left the common room together.
Melissa and Draco reached a quiet area of the castle, and sat down on a windowsill that was looking out into the pitch dark grounds of Hogwarts. "I'm going to have sex with Pavati." Draco said suddenly, looking down at his hands and after a moment his eyes came up to look at Melissa. "I know." She said softly. He was shocked that her voice betrayed none of the disgust he felt at his own actions; she merely looked completive, and sad. He smiled at her reluctantly, and she took his hand between hers. "You will do whatever you need to. You are strong, Draco." Somehow her admission captured him, and he realised that as long as he kept his mask up, nobody and nothing could ever reach him again. This thought pleased him, empowered him.
They sat in silence for a while, but Draco knew it wouldn't be long before they were talking again. Melissa was just like that, she was lively and fun, and much more social than you expected from a Rawenclaw. "So, how did the first meeting go? Did you kiss her?" She enquired; her tone was factual and inquiring. Draco smiled, this he could do, kiss and tell.
"Yeah," he began "we were sitting by the lake, behind the tree, and I just leant forward and kissed her." Draco said. She looked thoughtful, and then she said: "How were you sitting? Did you use tongue? Where you turned on?" Draco realised these were reasonable questions, he organized his thoughts for a moment, before realising that he didn't think Melissa would care that he felt nothing with Pavati. "She was in front of me, and I pulled her into my lap, yeah there was lots of tongue. But she is a very sloppy kisser and I did not get turned on by her at all."
"How will you fuck her then?" Melissa asked again, shocking him with her question. He should have known that she would want to help him; she was a lot like Harry in that way. Draco blushed to his own horror. "What do you think?" He asked in spite of himself, he knew they both realised who was the one in control of the movement of the conversation. "Use the images that you wank off too." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and Draco laughed at the ease she talked about these things.
It was late, and both of them were nearly fast asleep against the windowsill when Draco finally forced them both back into their dorms. He had a long day tomorrow, after all, and sleeping would also not be on the cards as he had a test, and another meeting with the illustrious Pavati. He laying in his dorm, in his lovely satin pyjama bottoms and thought about what she said. To his surprise, he found it difficult to imagine what images he had used to wank off to, before he and Harry got together. And by now, he had forced the ones of Harry away so hard, that he could hardly remember them either.
His eyes got heavy and were drifting closed, and he realised that soon all would be forgotten and tomorrow he would need to find some way to make Pavati seem male and gorgeous to him. The last thing Draco saw in his mind was a single image, it couldn't be real, but it was there, Draco was standing in a hallway, Harry was leaning over a crib, and in the crib…
The next morning Draco tried to think of the image that sent him off to such a peaceful sleep, he didn't remember the dream he had been having, but it was amazing.
Somehow he had woken up hard and horny and he gave it little thought except to trail his fingers through the tuff of blond hair on his stomach and catching the elastic of his pants between his fingers and freeing his straining cock from the confines of his pants. He almost gasped at the sensation; it had been so long since he had touched himself this way, instead of punishing his body under icy cold water until his arousal went away.
Then after he got dressed and made sure he looked amazing, he rummaged through his things to find his old porn magazines, he looked until he found an image of a brown haired male, naked and cock jutting out and holding a broom. Now, he only needed to be able to bring this image to mind when he was with Pavati, and all would be fine. He felt confident, so he put the magazine back underneath his clothes and left the dorm.