Malfoy's P.O.V.
Oh my Merlin, the way he said my name. Will he talk to me? Will he let them know we are tog- My eyes widened and my heart stopped. There is no way this is happening! He's kissing me in front of peo- and now his hand is on my ass. I pushed him away breaking the kiss, this wasn't like him...to be so public.
"I was so worried about you Dray, you were gone so long, and your mother didn't know where you were. Then the news said you tortured muggles. That you were gay for Potter." He said, sneering when he said Potter's name and shooting him a glare. Potter took two steps back and put up his hands appeasingly… like one would when trying to calm a rabid crup.
"I didn't torture muggles, I'm not dating Potter, and do not call me Dray! How many times do I have to tell you tha-"
"Oh shut up, Dray." I glared to his smirk.
"Stop calling me that!" I could feel my cheeks getting pink but I tried to fight it anyway. Why was he always such an ass? He pulled me into a hug.
"I'm only teasing baby."
"Whatever, let's just...eat," I mumbled into his shoulder then pulled away turning to the table. The others sat down awkwardly. Blaise put one of his hands on my thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles. That's when I realized he was jealous. He only did cutsie stuff like this when he thought someone was giving me too much attention. When I first learned this I used to try to get other people to flirt with me when he was around, but I quickly learned the price of his later anger was never worth it.
"So Blaise, what is it that you do?" Hermione asked, desperately trying to break the tension.
"Work," He responded with a smirk. Weasley scuffed, and Hermione blinked in surprised. I held back my groan. Why did he insist on these stupid power plays around people he thinks are below him. Why couldn't he just be kind and courteous?
"Right...well, what is your work?" she asked.
"Marketing Manager," He said vaguely.
"For what company?" Hermione asked trying to keep her cool and unwilling to let his one and two worded answers deter her.
"Not a company." he stated
"Then what?" She asked, some of her aggravation slipping into her voice. Weasley put a comforting hand on her thigh and she seemed to calm some.
"All of Knockturn Alley." Everyone paused eating to turn and look at him, myself included. He never told me that. Whenever I asked where he worked for he would always tell me 'Don't you worry your little head about that.'
"You must be...pretty good, to be managing a whole Alleyway," Hermione finally came up with after a minute or two.
"Indeed," He spoke, already getting bored with this conversation and company. "So Draco, where is your room?" Blaise asked an obviously loaded question.
"Oh, upstairs with-" Potter started to speak, glad to have something to add to the conversation. I quickly stomped on his foot to cut him off as he sat on the other side of me.
"With a view of the bridge!" I finished lamely. Potter coughed and looked down on at his plate, then coughed again to cover his pain. Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"You two are sleeping in the same room, aren't you?" He asked accusingly and pulled his hand away thinking the worst, as he always does.
"It's not like that!" I tried even thought I knew it would be pointless.
"Bullshite it's not! You always were nothing but a cheating, two-timing slut!" Gasps filled the air at his accusation. I was slightly surprised everyone cared that much, but honestly it was the last thing on my mind. I just had to defuse this ticking time bomb I called my boyfriend.
"I never cheated on you! If I remember correctly you were the one who had Theo in your bed!"
"We told you it wasn't like that. It was cold in the dungeons that day and he was sick!"
"That's why you two were naked!" I scuffed. "I'll believe that when muggles fly!" He slapped me. Hard. "Sorry..." I muttered, knowing I deserved it.
"HELL NO!" Weasley hollered.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Hermione thundered standing, causing her chair to fall back with a loud thud.
"Guys, it's ok," I said trying to calm them down.
"In order for him not to go to jail, he has to remain within twenty feet of me while I'm sleeping. That was set by ministry laws, look it up!" Potter informed Blaise through clenched teeth, trying to defuse the situation.
"And it just had to be you, didn't it, Potter? You always were after my Dray!" He yelled, now standing as well. He gripped my shirt, and roughly pulled me up to be closer to him, ripping my shirt slightly in the process.
"First, I'm the only one who believes him. Second, no. Just no. I was after Cho Chang and Ginny Weasley...Malfoy was the very last person I wanted to date. And lastly, if you care about him so much, why did no one know you two were together! And where have you been these last few days!? How can you call someone 'yours' after hitting him less THAN A MINUTE BEFORE THAT!?"
"No one fucking asked you Potter," Blaise seethed.
"Yeah, you just fucking did!" Weasley came to his rescue, standing now as well.
"You wanna go weasel breath?"
"ENOUGH!" Hermione yelled, "I invited you here so you could see Draco again, not start fighti-"
"Sorry, I'm not interested in sharing a meal with this sorry excuse of a man buggering my guy from behind!" Hermione gasped indignantly as he started to storm out of the room.
"Love! It's not like that! I swear!" I yelled, but it was no use, the door slammed close. I sighed and sat back down. Hermione came over to me, crouching down, and put a comforting hand on my shoulder in a half hug.
"I'm so sorry Draco." She said soothingly. It was to no avail. Blaise was pissed and it was all my fault.
"What an ass!" Potter huffed as he and Weasley sat down once more.
"FUCK OFF!" I yelled at him. He turned to me wide-eyed. I know he didn't do anything wrong, he was right, Blaise is an ass but...I was just so angry.
"Look, Malfoy, I'm only trying to help," He tried reasoning.
"You wanna help? Then leave me alone, solve this case quickly, and then stay the bloody hell away from Blaise and I!"
"Draco, that's not fa-" Hermione tried to chime in.
"No Granger! What's not fair is Potter stringing me along like a dog on a leash, destroying my relationships left and right, and crawling into my bed like he has the Merlin-damned RIGHT TO!" I screamed. Weasley and Hermione's eyes widened ten fold at the last statement. Potter blushed furiously.
"I was only trying to help! Incase you didn't notice, you were screaming in your sleep last night! He screamed right back, getting into my face. I did what Blaise would do. I decked him. Granger gasped and I started at my hand in slight wonderment. How could I have done that? Weasley tried to come at me with his wand but Potter held him back. I quickly got up and moved over to the fridge, grabbing a beer and running up the stairs. Fuck Blaise, Fuck Potter, Fuck this house, Fuck. It. ALL! I threw myself onto my bed trying not to cry. I heard the door downstairs open and close. I heard muttered voices and indiscernible yelling. Footsteps started coming up the stairs. The door threw itself open. I wiped my eyes and turned to tell whoever it was to just leave me alone but stopped when I saw Blaise close the door.
"I'm the only one who gets to make you feel like this." He then straddled my hips and put his lips on mine. I moaned slightly as his hands wandered my body, pulling at my clothes, and trying to get it all off. I quickly responded by doing the same. He had total control over the whole thing. We were starving for each other. Our arguments from before turned into a heated passion. The next thirty minutes were a blur of sweat, moans, pleas for more, pleas for it to never end, and blissful satisfaction. We layed next to each other. I knew he wasn't the cuddling type, but despite that, I grabbed his arm and hugged it close to me, kissing it softly. He awkwardly pulled it away sighing as he did so.
"Fucking Hufflepuff," He muttered. I pretended it didn't hurt, as I always had for the past seven years. Blaise wasn't into all that lovey-dovey, touchy-feely, kind of stuff, but I convinced myself that was ok. Blaise chose me. He picked me over everyone else. So what if he messed up a few times? Theo, Pansy, Scarlet, Sam, Seamus, Lavender, Cho, the seven whore-cruxes, and all the others I don't know the names of meant nothing to Blaise. He wanted me, always came back to me. I couldn't be luckier. It doesn't matter that he has a temper and can get physical sometimes. He has a lot on his plate, and it really is my fault for getting selfish and needy sometimes. I don't deserve him but… he loves me so… it's stupid to ever let any of that silly small stuff get in the way of us.
"I gotta go now, but remember-" He rolled on top of me and put one hand around my neck, pressing heavily. "You're mine and no one else's. Understand?" I nodded as best I could, unable to gather enough breath to answer verbally. The edges of my vision went grey. "Good," He said, finally moving his hand from my neck, scraping it down my chest as he bent to kiss me fiercely and painfully. Almost as if needing to show me who the boss was in this relationship. Then he pulled away and got off of me. He threw on his clothes and left without a word.
"Bye," I said to a closed door and sighed contently, not the least bit lonesomely or wistfully. I got up and took a quick shower before changing into pjs. I sniffed the air in Potter's room and wrinkled my nose. I sprayed some of my colone and gave the room another sniff. Much better. I crawled back onto the bed and pulled out Blaise's response to my earlier letter.
Malfoy,
Pleasure to hear from you. The news had me concerned. Hearing from you was not an inconvenience, this time. You had better have been telling the truth about seeing Potter, you know I have no time for two-timing sluts. I'll be there at eight-thirty, you better be prompt, I am a busy man. If you are lucky, you might just get lucky.
Zambini
It's so like him to pretend to be distant, pretending that he didn't care. I knew it was nothing personal. As he said, he is a busy man. A man of status, which just testifies to how much he loves and wants to be with me. My status was lost after the war. If someone found out we were seeing each other it would just bring him down. I was a risk worth taking to him. Somehow that thought, which used to bring me such joy, just… makes me sadder. If I was worth the risk then why not… I don't know, take me out on a date or something! I punched a pillow. I knew such thoughts were childish and selfish. I should just be happy that he wants to be with me. It's not like I could do better… I'm lucky someone- anyone- would love me. Then there's fucking Potter. How Dare He! Crawling into my bed like he fucking owned it!... well, I mean, technically he owned it. He did buy it but… NOT THE POINT! He was and is letting me use it, so he shouldn't have just crawled in like he owned… ME! I got up and started pacing around the room. Why was he always so Merlin damned nice to me! As if we were friends! Or could ever be friends! Pretending as if he knows me! I don't even know me! How dare he! Who does he think he is! My ranting thoughts were ended by Potter entering his room… our room.
"Excited to see your mother tomorrow?" He asked conversationally. What would he know about it? He's never even had one! I sighed at my own venomous thoughts, he didn't deserve this. He's fought enough battles, he doesn't need my shite as well.
"Yes, but I'm tired. I think I'll head to bed now. Goodnight Potter."
"Goodnight Malfoy," He said smiling. Then went into the bathroom. I rubbed at my face slightly aggressively, then crawled under my covers… his covers. I couldn't wait to get back to my mother, my room. To get back to some sense of normality. Back to silencing charms, and the ability to cry without worrying about someone finding me. Getting back to peace, my eyes drifted shut.