Whilst I, My Sovereign, Watch the Clock for You,

The minute the blond could move, he jumped up and ran out of the room. He didn't stop in till his dorm door slammed shut. He jumped on to his bed and tried to catch his breath and replace his deteriorating calm. How could he be so weak? Malfoys never gave into their feelings, especially if they knew it could ruin their reputation, and now-a-days, it is necessary to have a firm grasp on their remaining respect. Draco rolled over and buried his face into his pillow. It was great to feel Potter under him, holding on to him, and moaning for him. Damn that boy! Draco hissed, brining up the image of the intruder. Draco then shot up. That boy, he had the same hair and eyes as the guy from that night. It couldn't have been him could it? Even though he did look exactly like him… was it all a trap? Was Potter working with those two idiots? But they were supposed to be mates! Panic pressed against Draco's heart and sanity. This couldn't be happening, the one time he felt loved and loved back, it was all a trick. Was it payback for all those years? True it was fun torturing Potter, but that is because it was the only familiar thing now, before it was just because it was expected of him. Plus, the boy refused to be his friend! Draco was nearly hyperventilating by this point and decided to take a shower, maybe that would help him calm down. While the droplets of warm water, Draco slowly regained control layer by layer. He tucked all the raw nerves he was feeling back in the black void were he threw all troublesome feelings and finished up the shower. He stood in front of the bathroom's mirror and focused on hiding the pain in his eyes, having completed that task, he twisted his face into the familiar emotionless Malfoy face. He walked back to his bed and decided to get some sleep, there was no way he could focus on homework at a time like this.

He was running through the Forbidden Forest, happiness and joy swelling in his heart and he couldn't help but smile. He finally made it to the meeting place and the beautiful tanned boy was already sitting under one of the great trees, staring at Draco with his amazing emerald eyes, a small smile placed on his flawless face. Draco sprinted the last few steps to the boy and plopped down beside him.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Draco asked, his eyes checking Harry out.

"Well, I didn't want to actually talk." Harry responded. The small smile he had grew in to seductive grin and the teen moved toward Draco, closing the few inches they had apart. The Gryffindor placed his lips lightly on Draco's and after a few seconds, the gentle kiss turned into a ravage, hungry kiss. Draco tried desperately to get away, but the green eyed demon refused to let him get away that easily.

"Harry, stop it. You are really hurting!"

"Shut up! I don't care. Just keep that preety little trap closed and let me finish."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Draco shouted in his face and tried to claw out of his grip. The Gryffindor closed his jaws on the side of Draco's neck below the ear. Warm blood slowly made its way down Draco's neck and went on to his blond hair. Draco stopped struggling, to shocked and in to much pain to move, to even breathe. He felt Harry's teeth move side to side as if he was trying to chew off a tough piec of meat and then all he could feel was pure pain from were the pother boy bit. He squinted up at Harry and saw a chunk of his own skin in the tanned boy's mouth. Harry swallowed it and smiled down at the blond, his teeth blood red.

Draco's eye flew open and his body shot up into a sitting position, sweat and tears streaming down his pale face. He ran to the bathroom and vomited what tasted like blood.

Draco walked slowly to the dinning hall, his nerves felt numb and his body seemed to be running on autopilot. It took so much out of him to get up from the cool and comforting floor of the bathroom that he was somewhat shocked that he even made it up to the main hallway. Once he finally made it to the Slytherin table, Blaze was giving him his usual worried face.

"Draco, are you okay? You really don't look to good."

"Yeah I'm fine, just had a really ruff night."

"Oh. Well Potter was looking for you earlier." Potter? Potter was looking for him? An image of crazed green eyes and blood red teeth flashed into his mind and his stomach responded with a somersault.

"Drake, are you sure you are feeling okay? You look really pale."

"Yeah, I just need to… get out of here." Draco ran out of the dinning hall and didn't stop in till he was in the Room of Requirements. He flopped down on the strange couch and clamped his eyes shut, willing the horrible dream away. He forced his protective shell back on and tried to talk some sense in to his over worked brain.

"It was just a dream, just a really weird dream. Potter would never do something like that to another person. He is not some crazy psycho." Draco repeated in till his reactions seemed really moronic. When he was sure he could trust himself to be cool and collect, he made his way to exit the room. Hand on handle, he took a deep breath and turned, nothing.

"Not again!" He moaned out. He tried the handle again, but still nothing. Pissed off, he plopped back down on the couch. Well, today sucks. He thought as he stared lazily at the fire. Curious, he tried forcing the door open with magic from where he sat. The door shot the charm right back to him knocking the poor Slytherin to the ground. Never mind then. He picked himself up and thought about some food. He heard a popping noise behind him and when he turned, there was a long table filled with food. Maybe this won't be so bad after all! As the hours passed, Draco thought of everything he could for entertainment and soon grew bored. He decided sleep would make time go by faster and crawled in to the gold and silver bed.

A door opening woke him from his dreamless sleep, and Draco cautiously looked toward the door. There he saw a student making its way in and closed the door. He held his breath, hoping the intruder would leave soon.

"Lumos" Draco saw bright light fill the room and he quickly covered his head. He saw the light shift around before it started coming closer to him. He griped his wand and prepared a hex if the intruder discovered him. The light suddenly turned off once it reached the foot of the bed. The room grew deadly silent and Draco was about to peek from the blanket to see were the other person was before the blankets were thrown off of him. The room turned bright as if the lights were turned on and Draco looked up to see the two teens who kidnapped him, the boy who walked in on Potter and him, and Potter himself. As Draco stared at the four boys, something clicked in his head. If Potter was working with these people and if they saw what they were about to do… that must mean that they are here to… Draco's heart dropped and panic started to spread through his body.