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Chapter 10 – Hell

Harry's life had become hell over the past few weeks. Detention with Umbridge, trying to do his homework but miserably failing at it… He couldn't concentrate. His nights were haunted with dreams about Malfoy.

The insufferable bastard was staring at him in class. Today during Potions, he had sent Harry a note.

You can't possibly win this, Potter. Give it up already.

But that last sentence really threw him off.

You know you want to.

So here he was again, up in the Astronomy Tower. He sat on the windowsill, hidden by the Invisibility Cloak. The bottle of Firewhiskey was also hidden underneath it. He needed to escape from his own thoughts. Getting drunk seemed to be the only way to get some dreamless sleep tonight anyway.

You know you want to…

Malfoy was trying to use him.And Harry was currently wondering if he really was fighting a losing battle. He simply craved for some physical contact. And Malfoy was offering. But it wouldn't be anything like third year. Back then their kisses had been soft and exploring. What Malfoy was suggesting now would be based on lust alone. Harry almost choked on a sip of Firewhiskey when he imagined what it would be like to be overpowered by the Slytherin.

I'm such a pervert. How can I be so weak? Why does he still get to me like that?

Harry thought he knew the answer. Even though he had been trying to deny it for years, he wasn't all that different from Malfoy. And during third year, there had been moments he felt close to his Slytherin rival. He had been left at Hogwarts at the end of the year, still wanting to get to know him better. But he never had the chance.

This is NOT a chance to know him better, he scolded himself. Well, maybe physically, but in the end it will not be worth it. He will only end up hurting me. Seems to be his destiny to do so.

Still… his eyes had become alive the moment he approached Harry. And Harry couldn't help but wonder…

What if he needs this as badly as I do? What if he only proposed this because he's as lonely as I am?

He shook his head. He should know better than to try and figure out what was going on inside Malfoy's twisted mind. Nothing good would come from it.

Nothing indeed.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the windowsill. He felt the alcohol rush through his veins. He was way out of it already.

His body seemed to weigh a ton and he felt his consciousness waver.

When he woke up, Malfoy was staring straight at him. The Invisibility Cloak was lying on the ground beneath them; he probably threw it off in his sleep.

"Still coming up here, even though I know it's the place you like to hide away from your friends?" Malfoy inquired, his eyebrows raised. "Or were you hoping to run in to yours truly?"

Harry shifted his weight and groaned. He hadn't been asleep for long; he was still drunk. This was not a good thing.

"Get away from me," Harry croaked.

"Why?" Silver eyes were looking at him challengingly.

"Because I said NO, Malfoy! Nothing you can say or do will change my mind!"

Malfoy shook his head. "Potter, you wouldn't recognize a good thing if it hit you in the face. And I already told you to give it up. Don't you feel it?"

Harry eyed him warily. "Feel WHAT, Malfoy?"

Malfoy sat up and leaned in to Harry. "The craving… the desperate need to be touched, to be wanted by someone?"

Harry shivered, but he was still determined to fight.

"No."

Malfoy smirked. "You're the worst liar I've ever met, Potter."

"Maybe that's because it wasn't a vital part of my upbringing, Malfoy!" Harry yelled.

Malfoy raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Touché."

He jumped off the windowsill and stood next to Harry, his silver eyes scrutinizing the Gryffindor.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you're lying."

Harry smiled bitterly. "So now the plan is to rape me when I'm drunk? How noble. Oh wait, you're a Death Eater. I should have seen this coming."

Malfoy froze. He glared at Harry, trying to compose himself.

"You will come to me, Potter. But I see you're not ready yet." He turned around and left the Tower.

And for a moment, Harry wanted to stop him. But he didn't.