A/N: Oh my gosh. I am so sorry that I haven't updated. I've had a major bout of writer's block. I really hope this chapter isn't sucky because of it, but if it is, please tell me so I can re-write it. (: Anyway, kudos on the reviewing of the last chapter! 10 reviews total! That is truly phenomenal. I love you guys so much for reviewing. Alright, here's Chapter 7. Enjoy!
Terrifying Experiences During Christmas Break
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The next time I woke up, I was in my bed with my beautiful dragon's body pressed close to my own with his arms wrapped protectively around my waist. I didn't want to move and disturb the peaceful serenity that was accompanied by this loving position. But I had to pee.
I turned my head to the side and gently kissed Draco's cheek. The sensation woke him up, and he smiled groggily at me. He pulled me closer and kissed me back. He nuzzled his head in between the back of my neck and my collarbone. His hot breath felt loving and beautiful. Yes, it FELT beautiful. My damn bladder could wait; this was more important.
I closed my eyes, smiling to myself, and willed my body to drift off to sleep yet again. Of course, sleep didn't come that easily, so I curled around Draco, seeking the warmth and protection he provided. My needs were graciously answered when he decided that it was time to wake up. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
Disheveled and gorgeous, I stared openly at my dragon. He didn't seem to mind (if he even noticed) so I didn't stop. Though, my actions did not go unnoticed by certain 'areas' of my body. I tried to breathe through the nearly overwhelming urge to jump him. Believe you me, it was not easy.
He looked over at me with those gorgeous eyes that could create murderous thunderstorms and calm even the most vicious of tsunamis. I felt my breathing hitch. I didn't deserve someone so perfect. I didn't deserve to have him. After all the shit I've put him through over the years, I'll never deserve him.
He wrapped me in a warm embrace, holding me close and protecting me. I didn't need to be protected, but somehow, with him around me, I didn't care.
I fought the urge to whimper as he let go of me, pulling himself up off the bed. He stood in his emerald boxers, searching for his pants. Unfortunately, he found them and pulled them up, adding a shirt to the mix. I sighed and dressed myself.
He pulled me toward the door and we walked through my Common Room together. Several people were alarmed at the sight of us. They may have been used to it, but after, according to Draco, a couple of months in the hospital, people certainly didn't expect to see me up and moving.
It was the week before Christmas break, and the outdoors were beautiful. Cold as hell, but beautiful nonetheless. A thick blanket of snow coated clung to everything. Delicate snowflakes were gliding gracefully to the ground, thickening the blanket. Everyone was smiling and laughing under the lazy sun, which had barely managed to remain visible with all the clouds.
It was a truly breath-taking sight to absorb.
Together, Draco and I made our way to the Lake, which had apparently frozen over. There were couples sitting under nearly every tree, just holding hands and gazing at the beauty of nature. They looked so happy. I didn't understand how anyone could look so peaceful. I don't think I ever will understand it.
Draco, gently lacing our fingers together, guided me to the only available tree. It was large and billowy, and it sat directly in front of the Lake. We sat down carefully, trying to avoid getting snow all over ourselves. He grinned and laughed joyfully when I slipped and landed on my arse, drenching myself in the icy liquid.
I glared at him. A thought came to mind and I turned my back to him, forming a snowball.
"Come on, Harry," he pleaded, "I was only joking."
I turned to him and smirked. In one quick, fluid motion, the snowball was flung from my grip and promptly landed on Draco's nose, the melting snow dripping down and covering his entire face. I sat back and laughed as he tried to remove the cold liquid from his porcelain skin.
"You know," he told me, wiping his eyes, "That wasn't very nice."
"Who says I'm nice?" I teased, looking him in the eyes.
He pretended to ponder something for a minute before answering. "Why, I do believe you did. I mean, if I'm not mistaken, that is."
I splashed some more snow at him. He shrieked from the contact and grabbed some of the white stuff from next to him. He flung it at me and I let out a shriek of my own.
In a few minutes, we were both drenched in freezing, melting snow and laughing our arses off. The laughter paused briefly while we caught our breath. Our eyes locked and I felt a sudden urge to cry. That beautiful, caring man loved me. Every defected part of me. That was something I just could not understand. How could somebody truly love me? I was broken and useless, and crazy to boot. (Though I haven't had a reoccurrence of the yelling with the voice in my head since I started taking Snape's prescribed potions). How could someone want a person who is diseased? Someone that can't even think for themselves anymore?
I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that I barely noticed Draco moving closer to me. In fact, I really didn't notice him at all until he had pressed his soft, warm lips to my own. I found myself unable to breathe at the sudden and unexpected kiss. I didn't push him away, though I wanted to.
He pulled away and locked eyes with an intense stare. "Harry, stop doubting yourself. You deserve me, okay? No matter what anyone says or thinks or does, you deserve me."
How did he know? I mean, I don't recall him being a mind reader, so how did he manage to know exactly what was bothering me? Hell, I barely knew exactly what was bothering me!
"But I don't, Dray. I don't deserve you at all," I whispered, tearing my eyes away from his. I couldn't possibly explain what I was thinking. I don't think I even wanted to try. If he knew just what was going through my head, he'd have a panic attack. Period.
He turned my face toward his, causing us to lock eyes again. I felt a tear slip past my barricades. He leaned forward and gently wiped away the offensive water with the tip of his finger.
"Harry," he whispered to me, "You'll always deserve me."
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The rest of the week passed in a bit of a blur. I was not focusing in my classes, and I kept drifting off into thought. Several times, Snape smacked me on the back of the head to bring me back, but the rest of the teacher's just let me wander off into my own little world. I think they were afraid of me having another 'incident'. At least I got out of having to make up class work.
It was Friday. I was in Double Potions with the Slytherins, my last class of the day. After this, there were two whole weeks off for the Christmas holidays. Nobody to bother me, and I could just think. Draco would be gone, too. He had to go home. I had offered to go home with him, you know, to protect him from his dad, but he had declined my offer saying his dad was more likely to hex me into oblivion than allow me in the house. Maybe I'll try and convince him again. I don't want him getting abused by that arrogant son of a bitch anymore than I want to watch Ron and Hermione 'enjoy' their holiday.
I sighed and looked over at Draco. He seemed perplexed and anxious. Seeing him like that made me want to cry. I'd never seen him like that before. Not even in third year when Hermione was threatening him. This was different. His expression remained blank and cold as always, but his eyes revealed his true terror. Gazing into them, I could see the frightened twelve-year-old sitting alone in a corner, crying and trying to hide from the man that fathered him his whole life. The image not only made me want to start crying, it also made my blood boil. I had the sudden urge to kill Lucius Malfoy.
Class was dismissed and Draco and I stood. I grabbed his hand and he led me from the room and down a dark, deserted dungeon corridor. Once we were well out of earshot of anybody, he finally stopped and looked at me.
"Listen Harry," he started quickly, grasping my other hand firmly as well. "I know you're about to demand to come home with me, but you can't. If Father sees you, he'll know I told you, and that'll just make things worse. He-He might try to hurt you, too. And I can't let that happen. So please don't even ask. Please."
His stormy eyes were begging me. But I had to stand my ground. "Dray," I said softly, gazing deeply into those beautiful eyes, "I'm coming with you. If your father wants to try to hurt you, let him. I'll blow him into millions of tiny little pieces when he does. I can't let you go home knowing you'll be hurt by that pathetic excuse of a human being. I'd end up hurting myself for it."
He started crying. "Harry," he whispered, "I love you."
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We were in a limo, pulling up in front of Malfoy Manor. After our little chat in the corridor, Draco was convinced that me going wouldn't be as bad as he thought it would be. Well, that was a relief. At least he had stopped hyperventilating. I will admit that his driver was more than a little surprised (and disgusted) to see me with Draco. He didn't question us, however, and drove us to the Manor as he had been instructed to do.
As the car pulled to a stop, Draco began hyperventilating again. I gave him a tight hug and he calmed down, though he was still breathing deeply. We walked to the door hand-in-hand, and Draco knocked hesitantly. I told him to just squeeze my hand whenever he needed reassurance, and boy was my hand sore. I should have asked him to try not to break any bones in the process, but now it was a little too late.
The older Malfoy answered the door, his long platinum hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He smiled warmly once he saw Draco, but grimaced as soon as he realized that I was there. I gave him my best grin while I tried not to strangle him right then and there. Trust me on this one; it was not easy in any sense of the word.
Draco began crushing my hand again, and I suppressed a wince. Lucius needn't see me in pain. Lord knows that wouldn't help me in dealing with the pervert.
"What is he doing here?" Lucius snarled at Draco.
"First off, I have a name. No doubt you know it, but just in case you'd managed to forget, I'll refresh your aging memory. My name is Harry James Potter. And secondly, I am here because I was invited by Draco. I do hope there isn't a problem with that?" I said to Lucius, hoping he would leave Draco alone.
He turned his glare toward me and I fought back a smirk. "Yes, I know your name, Potter. And of course I have a problem with you being here. You've ruined my life and you expect me to allow you undisturbed residence in my home for the next two weeks? You must have lost whatever pathetic excuse of a mind you had if you believe that to be true."
I didn't fight it this time and I smirked into his sneering face. "I lost my mind a long time ago, Lucius. And I do expect undisturbed, free residence in your home for the next two weeks, lest you end up like your old master. And we wouldn't want that, now would we?"
He snarled at me, but stepped aside to allow us entrance. We accepted without hesitation. The Manor was truly beautiful. It was laced in traditional Slytherin décor, but even that didn't bother me. The sofas and chairs all looked as soft as clouds. The rooms were enormous. And everything looked as if it had cost a fortune. Granted, it probably did, but still.
I heard someone stepping in behind us and was greeted by Lucius slamming his damn cane down on my foot. That fucking fucker.
"Where, exactly, do you plan on sleeping, Potter?" Lucius snarled at me. Draco squeezed my hand, nearly crushing the bones.
"Oh, I don't know," I said to him, glancing around the large living area, "Draco's room, perhaps?" I looked back him to find a sour look on his face. Obviously, he didn't approve. That just made the idea all the better.
"I hardly think such a thing would be appropriate. What sort of a father would I be if I allowed my son and his pet to sleep in the same room, on the same BED?" Lucius sneered.
I smirked. "It doesn't really matter where you put me. If and when we want to have hot, steamy sex, sleeping in the same bedroom isn't going to make much of a difference." That explanation caused an absolutely disgusted look to cross Lucius's face.
"Fine," he said between clenched teeth. "You may sleep together." With that, he turned and left the room. Draco turned to look at me, a relieved expression crossing his beautiful features.
"That went a lot better than I expected it to," he admitted, wrapping me in a tight embrace. It felt good, seeing as I hadn't had the opportunity to hug him during the past few hours.
"Alright, so now you have to show me this bedroom of yours that I've heard so much about," I smirked, kissing him lightly. He grinned at me and led me down a hallway. At the end of the hallway was a solid oak door with the initials DAM engraved on it. I smirked. Draco was pretty, 'dam' if I do say so myself.
He pulled the door open to reveal an absolutely immaculate bedroom. Though, I suppose I should have expected as much from him. Nothing Draco ever did was short of perfection. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure what exactly I was expecting from him. I suppose nothing really, but still.
I walked inside and plopped down on the comfy bed, which seemed to mold to fit my form. It was softer than a damn cloud, for Christ's sake! Draco sat down next to me, smiling softly. He leaned in and kissed me gently, swiping his tongue over my bottom lip. I smirked into the kiss and opened my mouth obligingly. I let him dominate the kiss, putting up very little of a fight. He didn't seem to notice, and in fact was extremely happy. He planted a soft trail of kisses down to my collarbone, where he sucked enough to leave a bruise. I didn't care though. It felt damn good. I might have even let out a soft moan, though I can't really be sure.
I know for a fact that as soon as those delicate hands started to trace the area around my nipples a moan ripped its way from my throat. I felt him smirk against the piece of collarbone he was still sucking hungrily. I felt so helpless, but I let him continue anyway.
He had just managed to get my shirt off and me on my back with him on top of me when the door opened (when did we ever close it?). Neither of us noticed until a very loud, angry voice started to yell at us.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Damn you Lucius! We were just starting to have fun, too! Fuck!
Draco rolled off of me quickly, obviously embarrassed. I just rolled my eyes and sat up. I met the eyes of the older Malfoy with a glare.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I countered, shooting him daggers.
He snarled at me. "Apparently, stopping you from raping my son," he growled.
"Raping?! He was on top of me!" I exclaimed furiously.
"Are you saying he initiated this 'incident'?" Lucius demanded, taking another step into the room, this time toward Draco.
"Yes, Father," Draco snapped, sitting up. "I 'initiated' this whole thing."
At first, I thought Lucius was going to hit Draco, but then the older Malfoy smirked. "I think we should show Mr. Potter what happens when children disobey, don't you think, Draco?"
Within a second, I was magically bound to the headboard. No matter how much squirming I did, I was not moving. I was absolutely horrified when Lucius started to take off his pants. I wanted to look away, but I just couldn't. Something about the way Draco dutifully got off the bed and knelt in front of his father without even an argument was sickening and impossible to look away from.
Draco closed his eyes and opened his mouth. I forced myself to turn away. However, it was in vain, for in a moment, something was forcing my head to turn back to the disgusting scene in front of me.
"You must watch," Lucius commanded, smirking at me. He was naked from the waist down and he had a hard-on. How he had gotten one so quickly, I don't think I even want to know. He turned back to Draco, grabbing his beautiful hair between his fists and tilting his head upward slightly before shoving himself inside. Even though Lucius must have missed it (seeing as his eyes were shut in apparent 'pleasure'), I saw the pained expression on Draco's face. The expression caused me to start crying silent tears as I helplessly watched the scene before me unfold.
Draco began sucking on Lucius's prick, eliciting a moan from the older man. I threw up a little in my mouth. It was only then that I noticed the tears slipping down Draco's paled cheeks. Now I felt truly terrible. I promised that I wouldn't let this happen, and here I was, just sitting and watching, unable to look away. Lucius finally came, forcing Draco to swallow all of it and lick up whatever was left.
He reopened his eyes and let go of his son's hair, smirking.
"Now, Mr. Potter, it's your turn."
