Obsession

Written by StrawberryGirl87

Harry is the perpetual playboy until he comes across a young man who doesn't like to play games when it comes to his feelings. However jilted ex-lover with revenge on his mind isn't just going to allow his obsession to get away that easily. Drarry, AU, NO MAGIC!

Chapter Ten

Draco and Harry had an afternoon class with James Potter that day but after what had happened the last time neither was particularly looking forward to it. However seeing as Harry had missed his class the previous day he couldn't afford to miss another one and risk falling behind with his studies, even with Draco's well detailed notes to help him catch up.

Together they headed back to Harry's room first, finally wearing their own clothes though Harry needed to change into something clean. He had taken care of showering at Draco's before they had left but unfortunately the blonde had declined showering together, which Harry thought was a shame. He would have loved to share a hot, soapy shower with the blonde.

They walked across the University campus hand in hand, the weak September sun shining down on them as they walked. As they passed the dining hall the two of them were accosted by Ron and Hermione who ran at them, worried looks on their faces. Draco realised that he had forgotten to let them know that he had found Harry the previous night. He had sent a quick text message to Jake to assure him that his brother was alright but had completely forgotten to give Ron and Hermione the same reassurance.

"Hi guys," Harry said sheepishly.

"Harry! You had us worried sick!" Hermione scolded him, giving him a disapproving look. She seemed entirely put out about something but Draco didn't want to mention it, he was already beginning to understand the group dynamics and Hermione was the mother hen to the other two boys, not someone to mess with.

"Yeah mate, what the hell happened?" Ron asked, he at least didn't sound as upset as Hermione but then again that might have had something to do with the can of red bull in one hand and the large green apple in the other.

"I just needed to go and deal with some stuff. Draco came and found me and looked after me," Harry told them, he didn't want to worry them with loads of details and the mentioning of Tom Riddle when he didn't think that they really needed to worry about him. "We're just heading back to the dorms, you going in that direction?" He asked and Ron nodded but Hermione shook her head.

"I have to get to class but I'll catch you guys later," She said, giving Ron a quick peck to the cheek and a wave to the other two.

"Does she ever stop?" Draco asked as the three boys began to head to the dormitory.

"Nope," Both Harry and Ron said in unison, laughing. It was nice to hear Harry laugh, Draco relished the sound of it.

The three of them were in a surprisingly good mood when they reached their destination. That was until Harry opened up his bedroom door and immediately he knew something wasn't right. He stopped in the threshold of the door, trying to figure out why it didn't feel right, looking around and realising that some of his belongings were not where he had left them.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Draco asked, confused as to why his boyfriend had stopped in his tracks upon opening his door.

"I think someone's been in my room," He said, "I'm sure I made my bed and some of my stuff has moved." He said taking a tentative step inside. "And I know I didn't leave the window open that much."

"That much?" Draco questioned, "You live on the ground floor and you left your window open at all?"

Harry shrugged feeling a little foolish now that he had heard Draco put it like that. It felt entirely unnerving to think that someone had been in his room, touched his stuff and even been in his bed. "You don't' think …" Harry said but then stopped himself, realising that it was probably a stupid thought.

"Think what?" Draco asked, wanting to know what had popped into his mind.

"It's stupid, I don't even know why I thought it really," Harry said as he went to grab clean clothes from his chest of drawers.

"Just tell me," Draco said, watching Harry as he stripped off, t-shirt first followed by jeans until he was just in his underwear. The raven haired teen seemed completely unabashed as he shed those too and then put on a clean pair of trousers without underwear on at all.

"Tom Riddle," Harry admitted feeling foolish for saying it aloud. However he smirked as he realised that Draco hadn't taken his eyes off of him while he had changed his clothes.

"It's certainly a possibility, when was the last time you were here?" Draco asked, feeling a heat rise in his cheeks as Harry noticed that he had been staring. He fought to keep their conversation going, not wanting to draw any more attention to his ogling. Though he couldn't complain about the view he had and he wasn't about to avert his eyes either.

"Yesterday, before breakfast, I haven't been back since then," Harry said as he grabbed a clean shirt but purposefully didn't put it on right away, allowing Draco to enjoy the view for a little while longer as he began to swap his books around in his bag.

"He certainly had the time then," Draco mused, unable to take his eyes away from Harry's torso, he may not have been as well built as his brother or even Ron but he was certainly a pleasure to behold.

"But I don't understand why he would, what would be the point?" Harry asked, zipping up his backpack and finally pulling his clean top over his head.

"To be close to you," Draco said. He had seen Tom last night, how possessive he was over Harry, how angry he had become when Draco had arrived to take him away. "He's obsessed with you Harry, can't you see that?"

"It was just one night," Harry said with bewilderment as he sat down to put on his shoes and socks. He couldn't believe that after a one night stand anyone could become so attached, even if it was their first time. It just didn't make any sense to him.

"It doesn't matter Harry, he wants you and it's clear to me that he doesn't care how many times you say no to him, it only makes him desire you more. You're the one thing he can't have and also the one thing he wants most." Draco tried to explain.

"What can I do then? I don't want anything to do with him!" Harry said, finally ready to leave but not really wanting to go. There was no way he wanted to face his father, not in the mood he was in right now. Equally however he didn't want to stay in this room, not knowing that Tom Riddle had been here. If he had had a choice then he would have wanted to go back to Draco's luxury apartment, crawl back into bed with him and never leave.

Draco paused to think for a minute, "I think maybe start with being more vigilant. Shut and lock your window before you leave, then you know he can't get back in here. Then I guess avoid him as best you can." Then seeing how worried he was, Draco went forward and took Harry into his arms, holding him there.

"If it was him…" Harry said not really comprehending what it could mean, "It scares me what he could do if he's willing to break into my room."

"Don't forget I think he gave you drugs last night too and seemed quite happy to ply you with alcohol so you couldn't even walk straight let alone think for yourself." Draco said before realising that he wasn't really helping the situation.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Harry said and Draco could see that he did indeed look a little green.

"I'm sorry," Draco said rubbing soothing circles on his back. "Maybe we should just go to class and get this over with," He suggested and Harry nodded his head. However before they left Harry went and shut his window, triple checking that it was locked. He was going to take Draco's advice and be vigilant. He hated the idea that Tom Riddle might be able to get into his room while he was sleeping, the very idea sent a chilling shiver down his spine.

"Don't tell the others, not even Jake, I couldn't handle it if they knew, I don't want them to worry," Harry pleaded desperately and Draco, seeing how much it meant to him that no one else knew he nodded. Though he didn't necessarily agree with the decision. In his mind the more people worrying and looking out for Harry the better but he would respect his wishes and keep his mouth shut.

"I won't, I promise," Draco replied, putting his arm around Harry's waist as they headed out the door towards their first and only class for the day.

They dragged their heels getting there, taking their usual seats to the front of the class. Despite James' reaction the last time he still wanted his father to see him there undeterred. The eldest Potter came in a couple of minutes late and Harry knew that he had done this on purpose, his Dad was never late for anything. Of course he faltered a little when he saw Harry in the front row but carried on with the lesson as he had planned.

Harry sat slumped in his chair, casually taking notes, one head leaning gently against Draco's shoulder. He was feeling utterly fed up and taking comfort in Draco was the only thing that was keeping him going. James seemed to glance at the two of them every so often, taking an ever so slight interest however it wasn't enough to stop him from attempting to take flight once the two hour lecture was done.

"Dad," Harry tried again, "Wait, please." He said and this time James surprised himself and Harry by stopping with his hasty exit. The raven haired teenager had met Draco's father this morning, no matter how unpleasant the situation had been. Now he wanted Draco to meet his father too. Though he could predict that it wasn't going to be an easy conversation. "Will you talk to me, please?"

"I can't right now," James said looking decisively nervous as he turned to face his youngest son.

"Why not, you keep trying to call Jake, he's told me you do. Why can't you talk to me?" Harry demanded as the rest of the students from the class filed out of the class room, being too polite to hang around for long. They didn't want to witness this confrontation. Draco too hung back a little, waiting to see what the professor's reaction would be.

"Because Jake is my son," James said pointedly, "And I'm not sure you are." With that bit of ground breaking and life shattering news the eldest Potter attempted to leave but an enraged Harry went forward and grabbed a hold of him, preventing him from leaving.

"What the fuck?" Harry shouted, Draco had immediately dropped his bag and gone to stand by his boyfriends side, partly to support him but also partly to stop him lashing out at a teacher and getting himself expelled.

"Look, it isn't my fault your mother had an affair, I can't deal with you right now Harry. I have to go." James said, wrenching his arm from Harry's grip and in a rush, turning to leave, the damage done. Harry just stared after him in shock.

"Harry …" Draco said as he watched the professor take his leave. "Are you?" But Harry was already shaking his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry Harry." Draco said feeling as if his words were unable to even breach the surface of how terrible he felt for what Harry had just been told.

"I think I need to talk to Jake, see what he knows about this. Maybe he can tell me more than Dad …. If he even is my Dad," Harry said hopelessly as Draco took him in his arms, holding him in an attempt at comforting him.