Warnings: None for this chapter.

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Chapter 21

Draco's POV

Draco was laying on his bed in his room, unable to think of anything other than stupid Potter. It had been much better before Snape forced him to drink that stupid hate potion. Before that, he knew Potter was stupid, but it wasn't something that stopped him from going after the boy. But now, he hated Potter with an intensity he hadn't felt since his first year when that stupid Saint Gryffindor rejected to shake his hand. Every time he thought about Potter, his prick twitched and ached, but he also felt disgusted to have such a reaction for the Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived. What had Snape done?! He was going mental, wanting Potter, not wanting to want Potter, then wanting Potter more, then feeling like he could vomit because of how fucking much he didn't want to want Potter!

He had wanked at least ten times since he came to his room. Every time trying to imagine anything but Potter, but not succeeding at all. And what was more annoying is that after every wank, he'd feel sick! Fucking sick! Because there was nothing good or nice about Potter! Merlin! how much he hated that Gryffindor. His hair was rumbled, his glasses were hideous, he always thought of everyone else before himself, and he was just too fucking good! Draco wanted to cry just because he'd never thought he'd want someone so…so beneath him! in everything! He was a fucking half-blood! He was a guy, nonetheless, and he'd never give Draco an heir! Well…that could be arranged via magic, his potion induced brain told him. Salazar! He was doomed!

His friends were still sound asleep, and he was staring at the ceiling of his bed, trying to sleep, trying not to think, but only managing to think some more. Damn Snape! He could be shagging Potter now! last night was pretty good! Potter felt so good against him!

Whenever he thought something like that about Potter, however, his insides turned and twisted and he'd feel disgusted with himself for thinking that.

He felt one of his friends move in their beds, and someone started snoring. He turned to look at Blaise's bed, to see his dark-skinned friend looking at him with tired, sleepy eyes.

"up already?" Blaise managed, his voice still hoarse. Draco raised an eyebrow, but then remembered that Blaise had no idea where he was last night, so he just nodded.

"still thinking about Potter, eh?" Blaise asked sympathetically "no worries, Pansy called her supplier and got another one just like it, you'll be fine in no time" he smiled, and Draco was thankful for the distraction, even though he was still thinking about that stupid stupid brunette.

Blaise got up, and walked towards Draco's bed. He sat down on the edge, and looked at Draco amusedly.

"What?" Draco snapped when Blaise just kept staring.

"you look like a love-struck girl" he nudged him "get up and shower, you smell like yesterday" Blaise snickered, and Draco jumped out of bed, afraid his friend would be on to him.

He showered as quickly as possible, dreading the idea of wanking over Potter in the shower as well. He'd just feel filthy all over again.

Draco dried himself, got dressed, and waited for Blaise to do the same. When the latter was done, they headed to breakfast together.

They were a couple of feet away from the Great Hall, when Draco saw the unmistakable untamable black hair. His cock ached, and his hands clenched slightly. Every cell in his body told him to just run the remaining distance and take Potter somewhere private. But his mind kept reminding him of every fucking bad thing about Potter, and how wrong it'd be to do anything with him. Blaise immediately noticed Draco's conflict, because he stood right in front of his face, and held both his shoulders.

"go to the common room, alright? Just one more day, Draco, one more day…I'll bring you some food with me" Blaise said soothingly, and rubbed Draco's upper arms. Draco sighed, but nodded nonetheless. He closed his eyes tightly, turned around, and walked back to the Dungeons.

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Blaise came back way too late. Draco had broken several chairs, hexed a couple of students, and was now pacing the common room with no one else there but him. Blaise and Pansy looked at him with quizzical expressions after looking around the space.

"what?" he snapped, and both his friends opened their mouths as if to say something, but closed them again. Draco sighed and threw himself on one of the couches, Blaise following his lead. Pansy stood there awkwardly for a minute, before sitting on an armchair near them.

"so, what happened?" Blaise asked, trying to sound as calm as possible "I brought you some food" he continued and raised the tray for him to see. Draco scoffed, but took the trayanyway, and dug in.

Since he hadn't answered Blaise's question, Pansy moved closer and put a reassuring hand on him: "Draco, dear, what happened?"

"they kept talking about him" he said, mouth full of food, but eyes raging with repressed anger.

"who?" "who's him?" they asked simultaneously. And Draco turned his head in their direction.

"all of them! They kept talking about Potter! And I just" he got up and started pacing again, after putting the tray on the table "I just lost it!" Draco grabbed his hair with both hands "why? Why do I keep thinking about him?! I hate myself for it" he sounded a bit desperate. Thank Merlin Father wasn't there to hear him!

"it's alright, Draco" Pansy began "ProfessorSnape will be done by dinner, I promise" she said "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault" Draco looked at her with his aristocratic sneer. It WAS her fault! She should pay for what she did to him. but when he saw her teary eyes, his expression changed to that of sympathy. She didn't really mean to do it.

"it's fine, Pans" he muttered, and sat next to Blaise.

"do you hear that?" Blaise asked after a moment. Draco focused, and heard a muffled voice outside of their common room. He got up and headed towards the portrait.

Draco put his head to the door, and heard that voice again, except he didn't hear what the person was saying. However, It sounded like they were screaming. So Draco opened the door.

He was met with a sight he'd never yet beheld. Potter was there in front of him, his face beyond flushed, sweat covering his forehead, and lips parted to allow some air inside that perfect body of his.

"Potter" Draco's voice was barely a whisper. He stared at the boy in front of him for what seemed like eternity. He had no idea what to make of the way he felt. But before he got the chance to figure it out, he was ushered back by Blaise, while Pansy went to talk to Potter.

Blaise sat him down on the couch, and no matter how many times Draco assured him that he was NOT going to jump the boy, his friend held both his shoulders and pressed him down on the dark leather sofa.

Draco looked at Pansy and Potter, still standing next to the portrait. he wanted to kill Pansy! she should let Potter in! why was she being so mean?! Oh Salazar, what was wrong with him wanting to be nice to Potter of all people?

"what do you want, Potter?" Pansy said, sounding friendly, which shocked Draco to no end. He had to be nice to her for at least a year before she used that tone with him.

"I need to talk to Malfoy, I found something" Draco heard Potter say, his voice going straight to his groin. Merlin what he'd do to hear Potter scream out his name in pleasure!

He noticed the Gryffindor showing Pansy a piece of paper, he heard her gasp, then saw her let Potter in with no question.

Potter made his way to where Draco was, still being pressed by Blaise who just wouldn't get off, and smiled at him. Actually fucking smiled!

"Malfoy…" he said, in a greeting manner. Draco struggled against Blaise, which made the latter press harder.

"it's alright, Zabini, you can let go" Potter began, Blaise looked like a cat with a pole in its arse. "actually…" potter continued "do you mind if you leave us alone for a minute?" he barely managed to finish his sentence before Pansy pranced her way to them.

"are you MAD?!" she screamed at him, eyes wide, and hands flying in angry motions.

"look, Malfoy isn't going to kill me" Potter explained to her, then looked at Draco with sparkling eyes, still smiling "right, Malfoy?"

"Yes" Draco hissed and nodded. But Blaise still held tight.

"you see?" Potter gestured to him "he's a good boy" he chuckled, and winked at Draco.

Draco felt his heart flutter, not his prick, his fucking heart skipped a beat. Why? Just because Potter said he was a good boy? He knew that! But just the way Potter said it! Salazar, Potter was going to be the end of him! No! what the hell was he thinking?! He didn't give a damn about Potter! He even looked horrible when he winked! And that smile was just…was just…beautifully ugly! Yes that's a perfectly good phrase.

Blaise and Pansy eyed each other with concerned and reluctant expressions "oh, fine! But if one of you is hexed into oblivion, or is dead by the time we get back, it won't be our fault!" Pansy warned, then "you have one minute" she said, grabbed Blaise's wrist, and rushed to the rooms upstairs.

Potter sat next to Draco, but not too close. Still, Draco felt a rush come up his spine, and tried not to shudder. He fumbled with the edge of the couch, and kept his head down, afraid to look at the Gryffindor.

"Hermione found an extract about the potion you drank" Potter began, that voice of his leaving a trail of goosebumps on Draco's neck that he almost had to close his eyes. "you can read it if you want" he handed the paper, but Draco just shook his head. "I wanted to check on you, some of the effects were very…disconcerting" he continued, his voice lower.

They stayed silent for a while, but then Potter began again "Malfoy…look at me" he urged, but Draco didn't dare lift up his head. He shook his head again. "please…please Malfoy…just…say something…anything" Potter pleaded, and Draco was hit with a mixture of contradictions. Potter's begging was certainly doing something to his entire existence. He could feel the 's' in every 'please' linger on his skin, and it burnt him. But the idea of Potter being so needy…it was just…sickening! He wanted to grab Potter, throw him on this couch, and just…oh Merlin! He could feel his erection hardening, and Potter was so close!

Draco shook his head again, he was sure he was going to get a concussion. This can't be happening! He can't want someone like Potter! He was a Malfoy for God's sake! And Potter was so pathetic! But that voice…that low irresistible voice!

"Malfoy…" Potter had apparently inched closer to Draco, and Draco could feel each breath. He snapped his head up, looking straight into Potter's eyes. He should NOT have done that!

The minute he saw Potter emerald green eyes, his flushed cheeks, and parted lips, all signs of the hate potion were gone. He couldn't handle it, it was too much! He grabbed Potter by both shoulders, yanked him closer till his chest was pressed against Draco's, and kissed him aggressively. He knew he was biting on Potter's lips too hard, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Potter was moaning, and pressing harder against him, and it felt just like heaven! Why was he trying to fight all this?!

Potter slid back on the couch, and took Draco with him. their erections were pressed together, and Draco was now familiar with his rhythm of rocking and grinding against Potter. He knew he was close…so very close! One more time…just one more time!

"DRACO!" someone yelled, and Draco turned his head, but could only see the figures of two people before he couldn't see anything anymore.

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Draco woke up with a nauseating headache. The last thing he remembered was someone yelling out his name, which he didn't even know the reason for. He opened his eyes slowly, still adjusting to the light, and looked around. He seemed to be in the hospital wing, not that he knew why, but there he was, laying in the infirmary with Madam Pomfrey close by. He could hear her voice in the adjacent room. Whatever reason it was for him to be there, it wasn't just him. He could distinguish another four people in there. Maybe they were all in an accident? And what time was it anyway?

Draco looked for his wand, but couldn't find it anywhere, so he tried to call Madam Pomfrey, since she could have some answers for him. He got up on both elbows, and stared at the nurse as she came in.

"Mr. Malfoy" she smiled "awake at last" she gestured dramatically with both hands. What did she mean at last?

"how long was I out?" he asked, noticing that his voice was a bit hoarse.

"about three hours…you gave us all quite a scare" she beamed at him.

"three hours?! What the hell happened?"

"watch your language…what do you remember?"

"well…I was with Potter, and then someone yelled my name, and I…passed out I guess" he wasn't quite sure of the incidents, Malfoys don't just pass out, and Potter wasn't THAT good of a kisser that he would just faint. Definitely not.

"hey, I don't feel it!" he said excitedly as he jumped off the bed.

"yes, you should have informed me at once! You two lost several points for that behavior" she lectured "but yes, you're all free now. Professor Snape dropped here right after those three brought you, he gave you both antidotes, and you should be fine to leave once I examine you one more time" she said, and started working before he could even question her about what she just said.

Once she was through, she handed him his wand, and told him he was free to go. Draco walked out of the infirmary with a big question mark roaming around his head. First, what had happened to him? and second, who the hell were 'those three'? And what TWO antidotes? He was sure there was only one!

He bumped into someone on the way out, and almost fell to the ground.

"so sorry…" he held his hand for the other guy to grab, then noticed who it was. "Potter!"

"hey…" Potter took his hand and got up, smiling "how're you feeling?"

"good, I guess" he answered, slightly overwhelmed by the way Potter's question sounded. "do you know what happened to me?" he remembered to ask, since Potter was with him when it had happened.

"erm, yeah, about that…I told Parkinson it wasn't her place! Look, I'm sorry I shouldn't have come to your common room, and I knew better than to touch you even though I was told specifically not to…I guess I just don't think sometimes! Anyway, Snape made sure you were alright, and free of charges, so no worries there! Besides, it wasn't your fault after all, was it? To be honest it was entirely my fault, and I'm sorry" Potter rambled, and Draco could only stare at the boy. What on earth was he on about? Charges? What charges? He didn't do anything, as far as he could remember! Oh dear God! has he lost his memories?!

"what charges, Potter?!" Draco said angrily.

"you don't remember?!" Potter looked too shocked to believe what Draco said, but the latter nodded.

"oh God" Potter muttered, and put his head in both arms.

A/N: I hope I didn't confuse you too much! :) REVIEW :)!