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Chapter Seven: It was YOUR fault!
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As Harry slowly gained consciousness he dimly realized that he was not alone. As he wakened a bit more his mind replayed the last day's events to him. When he remembered his break down with Hermione, he figured the person he was rested against was his best friend. The Atrerres groaned and snuggled deeper into his pillow.
An arm slowly encircled Harry's waist. Because Harry was lying down in "Hermione's" lap, it turned him over, and the hand rested firmly on the raven haired boy's stomach. Harry set his hands on the ones covering his abdomen and frowned. 'This doesn't feel like Hermione's hand… It's much too large,' Harry thought, rubbing the hand against his own.
Harry cracked open an emerald eye cautiously. He blinked owlishly a few times to rid his eyes of sleep. When his eyes finally settled on the person above him he was shocked. Holding him was none other than Draco Malfoy.
Paying no mind to the blonde above him, Harry scrambled away quickly. However, in his haste he had forgotten the coffee table in front of the sofa. He fell gracelessly to the floor with a strangled cry.
The sudden motion roused Draco. He scowled at having his sleep disrupted before opening his eyes. He looked around for the source of the disturbance. He found Harry on the ground and raised a delicate eyebrow at him.
Harry glared at Draco and scrambled to stand up. As soon as he was upright, he stepped a good five feet backward, putting distance between them.
Remembering Harry's break down the previous night, Draco eyed the boy cautiously, but tiredly, seeing as how sleep had not entirely left him.
He stood up slowly, as though Harry would attack him with any sudden movements.
"Potter…" Draco said slowly, with his hands slightly raised. "Let me explain."
Harry whipped out his wand and turned it on Draco, cursing himself for not doing it sooner.
"Explain what exactly? What kind of explanation could you give for… holding me?" Harry questioned angrily. Surely Draco would find some sort way to use this against him.
The boy in question sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. There seemed to be something in the left one, for Harry could see his hand moving within it, as though fiddling with something.
"You interrupted my bath," Draco supplied, as though that answer made all the sense in the world. Harry looked at him with disbelief written on his face.
"You mean to tell me that I woke up to find you holding me because I interrupted your bath? Of course, how could I have been so daft? That makes perfect sense," Harry responded, his tone heavily layered with sarcasm.
Draco scowled at Harry for insulting him. He pulled his right hand out of his pocket, his left still fiddling with the hidden object that was in the other. A manicured finger directed itself in Harry's direction.
"I am here because you," Draco stepped closer to Harry, who in turn backed up, "decided to have a little break down. And because you," Draco took another step, as did Harry, "were feeling distressed I was feeling distressed; call it a Veela thing.
"I was in the bathroom, trying to relax, but of course you," this time Harry backed into a wall, "couldn't let me enjoy myself!" Draco was now only about three feet away from Harry, who gulped at Draco's angry glare.
"So I came here, to get you," only one foot remained between them, "to stop being so bloody depressed so I could return to my relaxing evening. Granger—," Draco was abruptly cut off by Harry.
"What did you do to Hermione?" Harry demanded, worried about his friend. Draco rolled his eyes at the other boy's antics.
"If you would let me finish," Draco sneered at Harry, who blushed. "Granger was here and decided that I was the best one to tend to you. You were asleep, and Granger didn't want to disturb you so she forced me to take her place.
"She said she would hex me if I didn't. I could have handled her, but that would mean waking you up and making you even more distressed, which would make me more distressed," Draco explained, fudging the truth a bit. Harry seemed to think about what had been said for a second before accepting it. Draco smirked, glad that Harry didn't question anything.
"So this is all your," Draco took one last step closer to Harry and prodded him in the chest, "fault."
Harry gulped again at Draco's condescending tone. The raven haired boy moved to maneuver his way around Draco, but found he could not escape. Draco smirked at having trapped the boy.
It was then that Harry realized how close the two were. He could smell Draco's scent: rain. There was no other way to describe it. He smelt like the outdoors did after a heavy storm passed through.
The longer he stayed there, the more the smell began to overwhelm Harry. It intoxicated him; he wanted more. Harry glanced up at the blonde and saw his smirk. "Trapped, eh Potter?" Draco taunted.
Harry smirked back, confusing the other boy. The Atrerres grabbed Draco's shirt and pulled him close. Harry grinned at the befuddlement on the blonde's face, and abruptly shoved the other boy back, but not before inhaling deeply.
Caught of guard, Draco stumbled back, and hoped for something to fall back on. The room supplied a bed, covered in dark blue and silver silk. The back of Draco's knees hit the bed, making him fall upon it. Thanking the room mentally, he moved to stand. He was going to give Potter a piece of his mind.
As soon as Draco was propped on his elbows he fell back down. Though this time the reason for his fall was a body. Pressed against him was, much to his surprise, Harry. He looked up, ready to yell at the Boy-Who-Lived but stopped short at the look in his eyes. Lust.
Harry grabbed Draco's arms and forced them above his head. The smirk adorning his face was worthy of a Malfoy.
"Who's trapped now, Draco?" Harry whispered, his breath ghosting across Draco's lips. The Veela shivered at the feeling and held Harry's gaze.
Seeing the passion in Draco's eyes sent Harry over the edge. He crashed his lips down against Draco's hard, grinding his hips in the other boy's. Draco responded with equal vigor, arching his hips into Harry's to meet him with equal force. Draco moaned at the contact and Harry gasped in pleasure.
The kiss was full of want, lust, and passion. It was rough and needy and displayed everything the boys were feeling at the moment. Draco ran his tongue along Harry's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Harry obliged without hesitation, giving Draco access.
Draco's tongue met Harry's in a battle of dominance. Neither boy faltered as their tongues twisted and turned in a dance of passion. Draco forced his way past Harry's tongue and began to explore the other boy. Harry followed suit, making sure every nook and cranny of Draco's mouth was given attention.
Harry vaguely noticed that Draco tasted like peppermint, before returning to his voyage of the other boy's mouth. Draco ran his tongue across the roof of Harry's mouth in a slow manner, making sure the Atrerres would never forget this.
They pulled apart briefly, for air was becoming an issue. No sooner than their lips had separated, Harry moved to Draco's neck. His tongue flickered dangerously across the fair skinned boy's pulse point, earning a moan.
Harry smirked and attached his mouth to Draco's neck and sucked gently, moving his tongue in circles. Draco closed his eyes in ecstasy. 'If this is a dream I never want to wake up,' Draco thought desperately.
Yearning to run his hands through Harry's raven locks, Draco tugged his hands free of Harry's. Tangling his hands in the mop of hair, he gasped. Harry had bitten down lightly on Draco's neck, and his fangs had lightly punctured the skin.
Harry hesitated, as though asking permission. Draco let out a breathy, "Don't stop," which Harry grinned at. He applied a bit more pressure, and punctured Draco's artery.
A moan escaped Harry as he tasted the Veela's blood. It was sweet and warm with a bitter hint to it; it was perfect. As the blood rolled across Harry's tongue he swallowed it greedily, wanting to taste more. A warm feeling spread throughout Harry as he fed off Draco's life source.
Draco gasped in surprise. It felt nothing like he thought it would. He thought it would be painful and uncomfortable, but it was anything but. When his neck was first punctured there was a stab of pain, but after that it had been pure bliss. It was comforting, it was sensual… it was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced.
As Harry continued to drink, both boys shared the same thought: This is heaven.
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(I was so tempted to stop here)
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Hermione rounded the corner quickly, anxious to get to the library. If need be she would use her Prefect position to get her in, seeing as it was now after curfew. Normally Hermione would never break curfew, but she was longing to find out more about Veela and Atrerres.
The Room of Requirement was a fair bit away from the library, so as soon as she had left Draco with Harry she had set off towards it. She smiled slightly as she remembered the sight of Harry in Draco's arms.
Before he left, she noticed Harry had brought some books back with him. But Hermione thought it would be rude to read them without his permission, so she set them aside. She would simply use what she could find on the creatures until Harry returned.
Finally reaching the corridor that held the library, Hermione nearly sprinted down it. As the library came into view, she lost her will power and ran the last few yards. Entering quickly she looked around for Madame Pince.
Spotting her in an aisle in the back, Hermione went towards the creature section, not wasting time on alerting the librarian of her presence. If Madame Pince wanted to know why she was here Hermione would tell her it was for a research paper.
Hermione scanned the section quickly, looking specifically for books about Atrerres and Veela. There were many more on Veela than there were on Atrerres since they were more common. She was a bit disappointed, but not discouraged.
Her search continued for a good ten minutes before she decided to check out the books she had already found and come back at a later date to find more.
She pulled out the six books on Veela and the two on Atrerres and set off in search of Madame Pinch again. If she was to read these within the week they were allowed to be rented, she needed to get started straight away.
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Harry pulled back slowly, slightly dazed from his experience. He noticed that as soon as his lips had detached from Draco's neck the wounds closed and the blood soaked into the pale skin. Two tiny holes remained where Harry had drunk.
He reached out a steady hand and ran his fingers lightly over the scar. Draco sighed in contentment at the feeling of his mate's fingers along his neck.
Reaching up, Draco took Harry's hand in his and continued to run his hand over the marks. Harry looked down questioningly at Draco, but smiled when he noticed the other boy's eyes were shut and his lips were slightly upturned.
Harry realized that Draco must rarely show this side of him. Pansy and Blaise were probably the only ones to ever see him without his guards up. The Slytherin Ice Prince couldn't very well be seen strutting Hogwarts with a smile on his face, could he? A smirk, yes. A grin, no.
It was then Harry remembered who he was with. Draco Malfoy, the person who had tormented him and his friends for six years. Harry sat up quickly, dislodging his hand from Draco's. This led to him straddling the blonde, who looked at him in wonder.
"This is wrong," Harry said softly. Draco looked confused for a moment before it too dawned on him who he was with. He shoved Harry to the side and rolled off the bed and into a standing position.
Draco crossed his arms in defense over his chest. When he had heard what Harry said a sharp pain flared up in his stomach. The blonde forced it away and it was replaced with disgust. He reached up and felt at the place Harry fed from and sneered at the other boy.
"Don't you ever touch me again, Potter," Draco spat in distain. Harry glared at his mate, but faltered when he felt his heart twinge in hurt. He quickly masked it and resumed his sneer.
"You didn't exactly stop me!" Harry pointed out angrily. 'How dare he place the blame on me. It was entirely his fault; I bet he used some of his blithering (1) Veela powers!' Harry raged mentally.
"Shut up, Potter," Draco whispered angrily, giving Harry a fierce glare that sent chills up the Atrerres' spine.
Draco whirled around and proceeded towards the door. As he walked he smoothed his robes and fixed his mussed hair. Harry rolled his eyes at Draco's back. 'Typical.'
Swinging the door open, Draco stepped into the hall. He didn't even bother shutting it as he trekked onwards, staring straight ahead with an infuriated look on his face.
'Bloody Potter!' The Veela thought bitterly. He angrily wiped away a tear that had escaped his watering eyes. He wasn't upset because he was sad. He was upset because he was disgusted with himself.
'Ugh, that filth! I bet he did this. I don't rightly know how, but he forced me to do it!' Draco rubbed at his mouth and neck furiously, willing all evidence of his encounter with Harry to simply vanish.
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(1)- Blithering is used like bloody. It would be like if I wrote "his bloody Veela powers!"
Yay! They finally kissed! I really hope I did it okay, it's my first real kissing scene. I hope I didn't disappoint you! If it was bad, or didn't meet expectations, let me know and I'll re-do it.
Little tid-bit: I wrote the kissing scene listening to "Lips like Morphine" by Kill Hannah.
I'm not totally happy with the ending, but whatever.
As I said before, I do not currently have a beta. Though starting next chapter my sister said she would start doing it for me. :)
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P.S. Why is it I always seem to update around 2 in the morning?
