CH #10
Secrets however, are hard to keep. Only a few days later during Transfiguration, Blaise found he could hardly stop looking at Draco. It was the warmest day, Hogwarts had experienced since the beginning of winter and Draco was only wearing his summer, short sleeved shirt and his grey school pants. His tie was very loose and the top three buttons of his shirt were open. He looked so beautiful, that it was all Blaise could do to NOT announce to the world…or in this case, the rest of the sixth years and Professor McGonagall, that he was the luckiest man on earth and that the stunning young wizard on the other side of the classroom was his lover and fiancé…and then of course…proceeding to jump Draco's bones right there on the desk in front of Hermione and Luna.
However, he restrained himself, but he had trouble explaining to professor McGonagall, why he could not stand up or uncross his legs to perform a Transfiguration task.
As soon as the bell went, Blaise managed to steer Draco, down a corridor away from the rest of the students, who were going to the Great Hall for lunch. He pulled Draco into an abandoned classroom and kissed him desperately.
"Blaise!" said Draco pulling away, "you will make me miss lunch again! Stop!"
"Why is it when I am incredibly horny, all you can think about is food?" Blaise said, grinning riley at Draco's flushed face.
"That's not true," said Draco, but he changed from defensive to naughty in a flash. "Let me show you." Draco led Blaise to the front of the classroom and then he sat against the desk pulling Blaise between his legs. "Kiss me." He whispered huskily.
Then Blaise kissed him deeply, passionately, embracing Draco fully, Blaise's mouth locked with his in a private communication only they shared.
Draco ran his fingers through Blaise's hair, inhaling the scent that was only his, relishing in his strength, the hardness of Blaise's body on top of his. Draco would have given almost anything to allow the moment to last an eternity, to be lost in Blaise's touch forever.
Blaise moaned softly, aching with needs untouched by Draco's love when he finally pushed Draco's lips from his. Draco ran his fingers over Blaise's swollen mouth and flaming cheeks, then back through his spikey, black hair.
Their lust for one another entombed them, shutting out the rest of the world and the only sound was their ragged breathing and longing moans. They were the last to people left on earth. They were all that mattered. Their lust and arousal were the only emotions left for anyone to feel.
"Draco…" Blaise said softly, gently cupping his head and rubbing himself seductively against Draco's body, his voice changed to rough and brimming with wild desire. "I want you. Right here, right now."
Draco stared into a Blaise's eyes that were virtual, boiling pits of vivid need. Then Draco looked in the direction of the classroom door to make sure they were alone, to his complete mortification, Luna and Hermione, both stood, in the now open doorway, staring at Blaise and Draco, sprawled, passionately, on the teacher's desk, in stunned disbelief.
"Oh, FUCK! Look!" Draco hissed, as he pushed against Blaise, trying to get up, but Blaise held him firmly and chuckled.
"Blaise, let me go!," Draco said frantically. "They'll think—"
"They'll think what? That we are making out? Well we are, so who cares?" Blaise was grinning unashamedly, and that made Draco mad. "Let me go!"
"Kiss me again."
Draco gaped at him. "They'll see us."
"They've already seen us, little dragon. Kiss me…"
"No!"
Blaise grinned rakishly. "Kiss me, or I'll give them something to really talk about."
Draco rolled his eyes and lifted his head to give Blaise a peck on the cheek. Instead, he pulled Draco's head forcefully against his once more and smothered his mouth until he became breathless.
At last Blaise released him. "Do you know what I think, darling?"
"I don't care," Draco retorted weakly, pushing himself up off the desk.
He smiled. "I think we should tell them we are engaged."
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"Ohmygosh!" said Luna, once Blaise had explained everything to them, "we never expected anything, did we?" she said turning to Hermione, who was grinning like she had just realised something.
"That day when I came into the room and Blaise was reading and you were doing your homework, Draco…you had not been doing those things just moments before, were you?" she asked jovially.
Draco blushed and looked away, Blaise laughed out loud. "The look on your face when you came in…geez, it was priceless! You looked like you were expecting to find something a little more interesting than what you found. Oh, and to answer your question: only moments before you came in, we had been discussing things very intimately, there was kissing involved." Blaise said, trying to keep a straight face.
"But…look, ladies," Blaise continued, suddenly serious. "You cannot tell anyone else about this, I could endangers us and put Draco's life in jeopardy."
They both promised to keep it secret, but they were all very happy that they had nothing to hide anymore. It was a relief for all four of the friends.
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In History of Magic, the next day, Harry leaned over to Draco and passed him a folded note. Going against his better judgement, Draco opened it and almost fainted in shock, it said:
'You should be careful who is listening when you spill the beans on secrets.'
Draco looked quickly at Harry and Ron who were both smiling maliciously at him. What did they know? How much did they know? Had they told anyone? Questions raced through his mind and he began to breathe very fast.
"Excuse me, Professor Binns?" Draco said, his voice shaking. The droning old ghost looked up from his page of notes and stared with distaste at Draco.
"What do you want?" he said, with a contempt, which his lilting voice only took on when he talked to Draco.
"I…I…I think I need to…go to the…the Hospital Wing." Draco stammered, horribly aware of all the sixth years, stares focused on him.
"Just go, Mr Malfoy and…don't' bother coming back." Then Binns returned to his lecture and Draco threw a terrified glance at Hermione and Luna, but avoiding making any sort of eye-contact with Blaise. As he passed Harry's table, Harry passed him another note.
When Draco had gotten out of the classroom, he lent against the wall and opened the second note.
'By the way, whore, we told HER so watch your back, she is mad as fuck.'
HOLY SHIT! Draco felt as though his life was crumbling around him. Fear gripped his chest with a fire he had not known for many weeks and the memories of his time with Bellatrix came flooding back. The molestation. The pain. The darkness.
Draco ran. He ran and he ran and he ran, tears rolling down his face and gasps of shuddering despair wracked his body. He wouldn't go back to being tortured, raped and locked away. He wouldn't…no…he couldn't lose Blaise…or Luna and Hermione. But if Bellatrix did come, she would lock him away forever; he would not be allowed to come to school and when he had fulfilled his uses, tom would most likely kill him.
Draco ran to the Slytherin dorm and collapsed on his bed. For what seemed like hour he lay there, waiting for Bellatrix to burst in and take him away.
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When the bell rang, Draco heard the tell-tale sound of hundreds of feet pounding on the roof above his head, moments later Blaise burst in, followed closely by Luna.
"Draco! Draco! What's wrong? Are you ok? What's wrong?" Blaise was in tears. He was shaking and scared. "I was so worried, when I saw you read the note. What wrong?"
"I don't know how, but…but, Blaise…they found out…they told Bellatrix…somehow they found…Blaise…she is going to kill me." Draco's body shuddered with hopeless sobs and Blaise sat on the bed next to him and took Draco's distraught body in his arms, Draco buried his face in Blaise's chest and cried out in fear, anger and despair.
Luna sat on the other side of the bed and gently put her hand on Draco's shoulder.
"Draco." Said Blaise softly, "we will never let that happen, we will protect you."
"That's right Draco, we love you. Bellatrix will never get you while I'm still alive." Luna said stroking Draco's arm.
At that moment, Hermione burst in, he cheeks were flushed and she was breathing hard. "he's not…in the Hospital…" she said between breaths, then she spotted Draco on the bed. "Oh my lord!" she said softly, "Is he ok? Are you ok, Draco?"
"Yeah…I'm fine…" Draco began, but Blaise cut him off.
"No, he is not fine. Potter and Weasley found out about us and they told Bellatrix."
"HOLY MOTHERFUCKING COCK SUCKING SHIT!" Hermione declared shrilly, "What the FUCK are we going to do?"
"I don't know, but we have to think of something quick." Luna replied.
Blaise thought for a minute and then he spoke, "I think we should go to Dumbledore. I don't think Draco can move, you two go and get him."
"This could go very wrong." Hermione said, frowning.
"Dumbledore, other that Professor sprout is the only teacher that see Draco in a good way." Blaise whispered, but Draco heard him.
"It's true, girls. Please go." He said quietly and the girls left.
When the door closed, Blaise lifted Draco's face to his and kissed away his tears and held their bodies close, sharing the pain and anguish.
They sat together like this for about ten minutes and then they heard hurried footsteps. Blaise slightly released Draco, so that he could turn around.
"Let me explain, Blaise." Draco said firmly, "I am the one whose fault it is."
Blaise knew it was not Draco's fault but he didn't protest, he just nodded once and said, "You tell him, but only if I can hold you while you do."
Draco's eyes brimmed with grateful tears, "it a deal." He said, smiling slightly through his tears. Blaise held him close for a moment and then the door burst open and Albus Dumbledore strode in, his hot-pink robes sweeping around his feet.
"Hello Draco, hello Blaise," he said greeting them with a voice you might use when attending a birthday party, "I got a rather…rushed account of your predicament from Hermione and Luna, but I think I got the gist; please, stop me if I'm wrong…"
He then proceeded to repeat the chain of events that were ruining their lives in a way that Draco's mother had once used to tell him a story, but Draco was too worn to care, he just listened and nodded occasionally or interjected a point or corrected an error, but mostly he just stayed quiet.
When he had finished, Dumbledore fixed his piercing blue eyes on Blaise. "So, you two are engaged?"
"Yes sir." Said Blaise quietly, he was feeling small and feeble in front of the great wizard.
"Oh goody!" said Dumbledore suddenly, "I do love weddings!" then he returned to the topic at hand, "being headmaster it within my authority to perform marriages." Draco and Blaise looked at each other in relief, but then Dumbledore continued, "However, the law states that I can only marry two student s if one of them is pregnant."
"Everybody in this room, get the fuck out." Blaise's voice came deep and forceful, his eyes shiny with an angry passion. When no one moved he said, "Now." One word, one tone, one dangerous meaning. Hermione and Luna fled, but Dumbledore stayed.
"Maybe I didn't make myself clear, professor," Blaise hissed and Draco cowered in his arms, "Please. Leave. Now." Dumbledore looked at him, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon glasses.
"I'm only still here so I can give Draco the potion that enables him to become pregnant, I am assuming that Draco will be the one bearing your child, but it is up to you. Professor Snape happened to hand me the potion on my way down here."
"Snape?" Draco asked tentatively, "Why would Snape do that?"
"Ask no questions and I'll tell you no lies," said Dumbledore. He put a small bottle into Blaise's hand and winking at them both, he turned to leave, "Besides," he said as he swept out of the dormitory, "I haven't the foggiest idea."
When the door closed, Blaise turned Draco around in his arms and looked into his smooth, tear stained face and relaxed.
"What is your decision, my dragon?" Blaise asked quietly, "You know mine and I want yours to be the same, but I will not force anything upon you."
"I want your child, Blaise. I want you. But by doing this you are endangering yourself so much, you could die. I refuse to let you –"
Blaise kissed him, stopping the flow of fears and horror that was trying to gush out. Then suddenly Blaise pulled away. He looked furious, his eyes were burning and he got up abruptly.
"Draco." He said, his voice was low and almost threatening, "Do you really think I would truly love you if I gave a fuck about what happens to me? As far as I am concerned, Bellatrix can go fuck herself, because I love you and I don't care what it takes to protect you from her, because I will do it."
"But, Blaise, I—" Draco began, frightened of the fury and passion writhing in Blaise's jet eyes.
"NO!" Blaise yelled, "No more Buts… screw Bellatrix and screw all those fuckers who ever tried to put you down or hurt you! You are the hottest, sexiest and most ridiculous person I have ever met and I want to be with you forever!"
Then, without any warning, Blaise sprinted from the room and disappeared, slamming the door behind him.
That was when Draco broke. He screamed. Not knowing who could hear him and not caring. He was astounded that such a sound could come from him. It was the sound of ultimate despair. He just screamed and screamed. There were tears streaming down his face and the world became a blur. He couldn't feel anything, he was numb. His nail scraped layer after layer of skin off his arms and face as he clawed at himself, wishing it could all end. Blood mixed with his tears and his anguish tore him apart. His stomach began to heave and he screamed even louder. No one would save him it was over. Draco squeezed his eyes shut. He needed to die.
"KILL ME!" he screamed, hoping someone would oblige "JUST FUCKING KILL ME! I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS…I HURT HIM…HE…AHHHHHHH! JUST KILL ME!"
"Draco, shut up or I will be forced to call Madame Pomfrey." A cool voice broke through his thought and abruptly, he stopped screaming. "That's better isn't it?" said Dumbledore taking Draco's hand and pressing it in a fatherly way, "you could get a sore throat, hollering like that."
Draco collapsed back onto the bed and then…nothing.