CHAPTER 9
By Klainer0801
*I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters* - I wish :)l
I don't there is a chapter of this that I haven't really enjoyed so far! :D Lets hope it stays that way :P Remember to review and recommend ;) 3
p.s. it will probably be getting a bit heavier from now on just as a warning!
Draco squirmed uncomfortably as he lay in bed that night, thoughts flying straight through his head. His blonde eyebrows knitted together as Draco frowned; he hated what his mind was putting him through lately. His bed felt way too stuffy and the heat in the room seemed to be strangling him. The boy wriggled in his blanket again, still unable to find a comfy position.
His body pressed flush up against Harry's as they moved gracefully around the floor, Harry's collar bones poking out from the low-cut top he was wearing. Draco wanted nothing more than to place his lips over the other boys and move slowly down to the bare skin showing, even further down to hear Harry get breathless and fired up above him. His hand started tracing its way over Harry's waist, enjoying the smooth curves, just as Harry ran his fingers through Draco's hair.
Draco shook the flashback from his mind and sat up swiftly, throwing his blanket onto the floor and shoving his face down into his open palms. He stayed like that for a few minutes, threading his fingers through his bright blonde hair and pulling hard.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" Draco muttered to himself as he sat in the darkness.
"You alright mate?" Theodore whispered as he turned over in bed to face Draco, wrinkling his nose and rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. Go back to sleep."
Theodore fully rolled over and leant his head on his arm, his face scrunched in suspicion, "You don't look ok…"
"I said go to the fuck to sleep, I'm fine!" Draco whispered angrily through gritted teeth as he jumped out of bed and pulled on his Slytherin robe from the bottom of his bed. He didn't look back or say another word as he left the room and began running down the stairs to the dormitory below.
Sighing heavily, he threw himself onto the royal green sofa next to the fire. He could see the murky waters of the Black Lake thrashing about through the dormitory windows, the storm outside wailing, almost in sympathy for Draco.
With a flick of his wand, the fire roared into action, instantly filling the clammy room with a warm fuzzy glow. Draco hummed in appreciation of the sudden heat and closed his eyes, melting into the plush Slytherin cushions.
He lay there in his own thoughts for a while, calming himself with the rush of the lake outside. He tracked through the past couple of weeks, noticing his strange feelings for Harry occurring more and more, getting worse every time: The constant wondering of where he was, the butterflies whizzing in his stomach whenever Harry spoke, and the dreams of Harry beneath him, screaming as Draco thrust deep inside him from behind.
Opening his eyes in a flash of panic, Draco realised just why these things had been plaguing his thoughts recently… he was falling for Harry Potter… and hard. He blinked a few times, processing the new information before chucking one of the pillows clear across the room, cursing furiously under his breath.
He paced the room quickly, wringing his hands as he replayed the memories. This continued for several minutes, trying to figure out just when the feelings started, until Draco stopped abruptly. The images of him and Harry together were now at the forefront of his mind again. He smiled to himself as he noticed the sweat accumulating on his forehead and the tingling sensation as his now hard erection strained against his boxers.
Checking no-one was awake, Draco sat back down on the sofa casually and reached down with one hand… after all if he was finally admitting his feelings for that god damn Gryffindor then he might as well do something about it.
