Chapter 7 - Aftermath

Shit, Draco was fucked! What the hell had he just done? He had let his guard down and had fallen right into Potter's arms. How could that have happened?

He was pacing his room, anxiously running a hand in his hair.

He thought again about what had just happened with the boy. God, he had never thought, never imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that Potter would one day want him like that! And the problem was, Draco had now realised that he had wanted him for so long that it had been impossible for him to resist the dark-haired boy.

The whole thing had been incredible. The cute way Potter had blushed and moaned when Draco had started touching him... and how he had looked completely abandoned and vulnerable when he had come, hell when Draco had made him come! God, he was getting hard again at the thought! But what had touched him the most had been the way Potter had been looking at him, comforting him, hell, even finding excuses for what he had done! His touch had been so soft, so gentle! Nobody had ever looked at him with such reverence before and Draco certainly wasn't used to it. Draco. He had nearly jumped when he had heard Potter calling him by his first name. It had felt so soft, so full of respect, so... intimate...

Shit, he had to stop the whole thing. He couldn't let himself fall for anyone like that, especially not Potter! He had to keep his emotions under control or he could lose everything and end up getting hurt. His relationship with Theo was perfect in that regard. Draco had absolutely no feelings for the boy, it was all just physical. And that was why he had allowed it to last that long. If ever there were to be more at one point, Draco would end it straight away, like he had always done.

Right, that's what he would do. He would change nothing. He would go on with Theo because it was nice and simple, and because it allowed him to have sex on a regular basis which was quite enjoyable at their age and he would stay away from Potter as much as he could. Yes, that's what he was going to do. Finally relieved with the decision he had just made, he got himself ready for bed and fell asleep with the picture of a messy-haired boy with bright green eyes on his mind.

Harry couldn't believe it. He had done it! He had been with a boy! And it had felt amazing, not at all scary like he had thought. God, the way they had looked at each other, the way they had touched and the way the hard body had felt under his fingers! All of that had been wonderful. And the fact that the boy in question had been Draco Malfoy, well, that was the icing on the cake, even if in the grand scheme of things it sounded a little crazy.

God, he couldn't wait to get more! He wanted Draco so bad it hurt. He wanted to kiss him again, to taste him again, to run his hands and his tongue all over his lithe body. He wanted it all.

However, he had to be prudent. He was dealing with Draco Malfoy after all and things had never been simple with Draco. Harry knew he was very complex, and probably a little insecure too, behind all the facade bravado. Yes, he would have to be careful. The way Draco had left without a word had shown him that things might not be as easy as he thought, even if he tried not to think too much about it, not wanting to let that fact hurt him.

Well, that was it. He wouldn't rush things. He would wait and see how Draco would interact with him now and wouldn't initiate anything. He would let Draco come to him. Harry certainly didn't want to do anything to scare him away.

He went to bed quickly, still smiling when sleep claimed him.

Theo was determined to have a discussion with Draco.

He had to tell him about the way he felt and what he expected of him. They had been together for almost four months now and he wanted more.

They were always doing things Draco's way. To be honest, Theo had never complained about anything. He had always complied with whatever Draco had wanted. They made love the way Draco wanted to. And Draco would never bottom with him. Draco liked taking Theo, he liked to be the Alpha Male, the dominant one. He would never ask him what he'd like to do. Theo had once asked Draco to switch roles. He had looked at him with narrow eyes and left without a word, leaving Theo in desperate need. Bastard! The problem was that Theo had fallen in love with the bastard. Hard. And he definitely had to do something about it.

He would talk to Draco tonight. He would go and try to talk some sense into him. That wouldn't be easy, but if Draco liked him enough, he would accept it. Anyway, that was a take it or leave it situation. He knew there was a risk of freaking him out. But if it worked, it could be really good. He really had to give it a try.

Yes, that's what he would do.

Tonight.

"Bloody hell!" Draco growled as he entered the eighth year common room after Herbology class. Why did they have to be outside when it was so fricking cold anyway? The air had turned so ridiculously chilly! Draco cursed again. He had trouble getting himself warm and felt really grateful for the blazing fireplace of the common room.

However, the temperature of that late October day wasn't his main concern at the moment. A certain dark-haired Gryffindor boy was.

He had been trying very hard all day not to let himself disturbed by ridiculous thoughts, but unfortunately, it had been almost impossible to achieve. For one thing, Potter was everywhere Draco was: for breakfast, during lessons, for lunch, every time Draco looked up, the boy was there, like he was teasing him on purpose, simply by being in the same room.

Consequently, it had been very hard for him to concentrate. Every time he caught a glimpse at the boy, images of the look he had had on his face when he had come in the empty classroom popped up in Draco's mind, and it was utterly distracting. Shit. It made him feel like a stupid fifteen year old enamoured girl with an even more stupid crush.

Now that classes were over, he had to do something to suppress those stupid thoughts. He had to go and see Theo, shag him into the mattress and erase the memories of an aroused Potter from his mind. That's it, Draco. Stick to the plan.

He hurriedly went up the stairs and barged into his boyfriend's bedroom. The boy was working on his desk, and jumped slightly at Draco's intrusion, but still welcomed him with a smile on his lips. "Great minds think alike!" said the boy. "I was about to go and look for you," he said, putting down the quill he was holding on his desk.

Draco's eyes narrowed. Since when had the boy had to come and fetch him? "Why, what do you want?" he asked suspiciously.

Theo came to him and stroked his cheek. "Well... I'd like to talk," Theo said prudently.

Talk? The boy must be kidding him! What did he want to talk about? They had barely had a whole conversation in the four months they had been together!

"I didn't come here to talk," Draco said dryly, removing the boy's hand from his cheek.

"But... umpf!" Draco's mouth was on his before he could utter another word. Draco started urgently kissing him, making him lose his balance slightly. Draco was snogging him like his life depended on it, forcing his way into the other boy's mouth, holding him hard, before strongly pushing him to his bed.

"Wait, Draco!" Theo managed to say in between kisses, but Draco ignored him.

He started running his hands all over the boy's frail body while his mouth worked on his, and soon his left hand was heading to the boy's crotch. Draco then started unbuckling his belt but he didn't go far. Something didn't feel quite right. He couldn't do it. He couldn't manage to get into the mood. For crying out loud, what was wrong with him? He tried once again to remain focused on his fellow Slytherin, but he couldn't help thinking about the way he had felt with Potter the night before and to be perfectly honest, what he was currently doing wasn't feeling remotely as good as what he had experienced with the bloody Boy-Who-Lived.

Shit.

He stopped dead in his tracks and stood up at once. He didn't want this. It felt too... awkward. However hard Draco tried -and God, did he try!- he couldn't stop thinking about the stupid Gryffindor. What he was currently doing paled in comparison to the arousal and utter excitement he had felt in the empty classroom the night before. Shit, why was he even comparing? And since when did thoughts like that prevent him to get laid? Hell, he had been perfectly happy with what he had been doing with Theo those last few months! Why did the bloody Scarhead keep invading his mind like that?

He wiped his mouth quickly, looking at the boy sprawled on the bed with a puzzled look on his face. Theo quickly got up and came to place his hands on Draco's waist, looking into his eyes.

He softly said, "What's wrong, Draco?" Draco looked at him intensely for a while. He certainly didn't want to answer the question. He chose to change the subject instead, pushing the boy's hands away from him, and heading to the door deep in thoughts before finally leaning on it and crossing his arms.

"Well, you wanted to talk. I'm listening." Theo seemed taken aback by Draco's sudden change of mind but didn't act on it.

He considered him for a while and finally said, "Okay."

Draco felt slightly relieved. He would listen to whatever the boy had to tell him and then, they would have their fun. Hopefully, by the time they got there, Draco would have been distracted enough to stop thinking about Potter.

Theo took a deep breath. "Right, there's something I had meant to tell you for a long time, but it's... it's not really easy so..."

"Straight to the point, Theo," Draco interrupted him impatiently.

"Right. Draco, I... I like you, a lot, and, I'd really like it if we could spend more time together," he said hesitantly, his eyes on the floor.

Shit. "What?" Draco said. "What for?" he frowned.

"Well, you know, so that we could get to know each other a little better?" Theo said, raising an eyebrow.

"We spend enough time together already, don't you think?" Draco replied.

"Well, yes, but we don't talk much..."

"Well, we are talking now..." he snapped, slightly annoyed.

"Yes, but, I mean... we don't talk much the rest of the time, so..."

"So? What's wrong with that?" Draco frowned again.

"Nothing's wrong... I mean, it's great, it's just that..." he came closer to Draco and started playing with his tie. "I'd like to know more about you," he leant over to kiss him but Draco moved away from him swiftly and went to sit on the bed before Theo could do anything.

"What do you mean exactly?" Draco said, narrowing his eyes, expecting the worse.

Theo turned around to face him again and took a deep breath. "I want us to be in a real relationship...I'm..." he hesitated and finally said, "I think I'm in love with you. And I want you Draco. I want to get to know you, I want to do stuff with you outside of this room. I'm not asking you to hold hands in public or tell your father I'm your boyfriend, I'm not that stupid. But I want more than just a quick daily shag. I want to really be with you."

Draco was speechless. What the hell was all that crap about? Getting to know him? Doing stuff outside of the bedroom? Being in a relationship? After a while, Draco managed to say: "Are you out of your fricking mind? What the hell is this all about? What are you going to tell me next? That you want to marry me and have my kids?" he spat angrily.

"Draco," Theo replied quietly. "We've been together for almost four months and I thought it was time we took our relationship to the next level." He paused, looking at Draco with a sad look on his face. "But apparently this is not what you want," he added feebly.

"Theo," Draco closed his eyes for a while, joining his hands together in front of his mouth. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes again. "I am not in love with you, I never was and I never will be. I thought you knew that and that what we had, a quick daily shag like you said, was what you wanted too. I never meant for you to fall in love with me, whatever the hell that means anyway." He stood up.

"So I'd rather put an end to it all now. It's over Theo."

"No! Draco, I'm... ok, we'll do whatever you want! We can go on like that, that's fine, I'll manage! But please don't say it's over!"

Draco looked at the pleading boy contemptuously for a second, then opened the door and left the room without another word, leaving Theo speechless.

Shit, it really had been a crappy day.