"I'm not sure I'm emotionally ready for this," Colin said, his wand hand shaking.
"You can do this. I personally watched you slaughter a whole herd of cows just the other day. That was great practice." Draco said, watching Colin closely.
"What are cows against a human life, though?" Colin's wand arm started dropping; he was looking at the poor old man, laying at his feet, entirely unaware of what was about to happen. "Isn't there another way?"
"You know there's not," Draco whispered, coming up just behind Colin. He grabbed his wand arm and steadied it once more. "I don't want to spend eternal life without you. I'm not just going to watch you die."
"But – but dying is a natural part of life – "
"And so is love,"
Colin turned his head to face Draco. He knew Draco wasn't going to beg him, but he could see the almost pleading look in his eyes as he watched him. Colin sighed, "I'm scared."
"I'm right here. I'll take care of you – like you did for me."
Closing his eyes, Colin took a few steadying breaths before allowing Draco to let go of his arm. He pointed his wand at the man and cleared all thoughts. This was it.
Colin let the energy course through his body and down to his wand hand. Once the heat from the energy started to build, Colin opened his eyes and said the spell Draco taught him.
And his entire body erupted in pain. "AHHHHHHHH!" He screamed, collapsing to the ground.
"It's ok, Col, it's ok, I'm here!" Draco knelt down by Colin, who started sweating profusely from the pain. He put Colin's head in his lap as the boy convulsed uncontrollably. "Don't worry, it'll be fine. It'll be fine." Draco was saying, pushing back Colin's bangs from his sweaty forehead. But then Colin started foaming at the mouth. "C-Col?" Draco said, starting to get worried. Colin's eyelids started flickering open as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Colin!" Draco screamed, trying to get the boy's attention. But it was no use.
Colin couldn't feel his body. He couldn't see anything but blackness, but he somehow knew he was unconscious. And he knew something was very wrong. He could hear Draco's voice very distantly, trying to get him back to consciousness. But Colin wasn't sure if he wanted to, to be honest. He felt safe here – wherever here was. He didn't have to fight for his life, worrying about Death Eaters turning on him: He was safe. But try as he might, he couldn't ignore Draco's frantic callings for him. He sounded worried. Why? What could Draco be worried about? He had everything under control. Colin wasn't in any sort of danger he could see. I'm safe, Colin thought to himself.
"How could you possibly be stupid enough to think that?"
The darkness started fading to a deep sea-green sort of blue – it reminded Colin of flowing water, or Aurora Borealis. Colin spun around, trying to find who spoke – and nearly stumbled backwards as his younger self stepped out of the flowing mist. "C-Colin?" Colin asked, not understanding what was going on. "What the – ?" Colin rapidly blinked his eyes, not sure what to make of this.
"How could you be stupid enough to believe you're safe with Malfoy?" Little Colin asked, folding his arms in disgust.
"What are you talking about? Draco has been nothing but protective of me." Colin said, not believing he was actually having a discussion with himself.
"Can't you see that Malfoy is just using you?"
"No he's not. You're young; I wouldn't expect you to understand." Colin said.
"Don't pull that on me. I may be young but I'm still you! Can't you see he's just doing the same thing to you as he did to the others? He just needs someone to do all the dirty work for him." Little Colin said.
"You think that because you don't know. You don't know what we went through – what got us here – "
"Are you even hearing yourself? You're completely delusional!" Little Colin yelled, throwing his arms up in anger.
"I'm not delusional, I love him and he loves me!" Colin shouted back, his fists balling.
"Love you? How could he ever love you? He's incapable of the very feeling!" Little Colin shouted. "You think he could ever love a – a...mudblood?"
"He said I was the only exception! And yes, I believe him! He hasn't done anything to disprove it otherwise!"
"I don't understand where you went wrong? What happened with Harry? With Dumbledore's Army? What happened to everything you've ever stood for? You threw it away for some fool!"
"Harry never liked me! You knew that! You've always known that!" Colin said, starting to get highly frustrated. He never remembered being this stubborn when he was younger. "And as for the D.A. – well, they weren't going too far, were they?"
Little Colin looked as though he were going to explode. "You're a sell-out! That's what you are! You've betrayed your house! Your family! Your friends! All to be with that bastard –"
"What was I supposed to do?" Colin screamed at the top of his lungs. "I love Draco!"
"You should have fought back! That's why you joined Dumbledore's Army! That's why you gained those skills!"
"Fight back? What are you talking about?" Colin asked, confused.
"I'm talking about fighting Malfoy and his gang. You should have made a better effort in trying to get away instead of giving up!" Little Colin yelled.
"No no, you've got it all wrong! I volunteered to join Draco and the Death Eaters. It was my own personal choice – there was no forcing, no fights." Colin said, not looking Little Colin in the eye.
"What? How can that be true?" Little Colin asked, confused.
"Look, I knew it was pointless to fight in this war. Besides, I wanted to be with Draco –"
"Pointless? POINTLESS?!" Colin exploded. "How could you think this war was pointless?! The Death Eaters were trying to get rid of people like us – killing off entire families and villages, simply in the name of You-Know-Who, and you're calling it pointless?!" Little Colin started pacing, looking absolutely deranged. "Did you even consider the shit you've been put through by those very monsters? They are using you! You're nothing but a stepping stone in this shit storm they call our world!"
"Colin, please! If you can just let me explain to you why he is different, it'll all make sense –"
"No! He isn't different no matter how he acts! Because that's all it is, an act! He's too stupid and full of himself to listen to what other people are saying!" Little Colin yelled with conviction.
"You know what? It doesn't even matter. It's happened! I'm in love with Draco and there's nothing you can do or say that can change that!" Colin said with finality.
"Please, I'm begging you, just leave him! You can find something special with someone else!" Little Colin pleaded.
"Don't you understand?! I. Want. Draco. No one else!" Colin said slowly, trying to make his younger self understand.
"But he is such a vile man!" Little Colin persisted. "Malfoy is possessive and controlling! He only lusts for power and is incapable of truly loving anyone except himself!"
"You don't know that! You're so blinded by your hate for him when we were at school together that you're determined to find ways to break this off! You need to stop this! Stop fighting and just accept it!" Colin screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Fine! If that's how you want it to be, then you're on your own! I'm out of here!" Little Colin said, before giving his future self a sad sort of look. He walked away, fading into the mist.
"Finally! Thought that annoying little freak would never leave,"
Colin spun around to find Draco walking out of the shimmering mist. "Draco? Wh-what are you doing here?" Colin asked, confused.
"First of all, don't call me Draco. You haven't earned that privilege," Draco said, looking at Colin as though he were bored.
"What are you talking about? You love it when I call you by your first name."
"Really? Must be confusing me with someone else." Draco said, looking at Colin skeptically. "Anyway, second of all, everything that little freak was saying –"
"Have you forgotten that annoying little freak was once me?" Colin asked, folding his arms and watching Draco.
"Course. And you're a slightly taller annoying freak. There's no difference really." Draco said, briefly smirking at Colin. He started flexing his arms, admiring his muscles. Colin noticed the huge pit stains that were starting to form as Draco lifted both arms up and down, now flexing both sides. He all of a sudden felt sorry for the guy, with his stench/stain encrusted stains.
"Er, would you care for a new T-shirt?" Colin asked, trying to sound casual.
"Why the hell would I want a new shirt? There's nothing wrong with this one," Draco said, looking at Colin as if he were crazy.
"Well, I mean, I just thought maybe you would want a clean one - one that's not so...stained...and, and smelly..." Colin said, not being able to take his eyes off the pit stains that seemed to be growing with each pump.
Draco lifted his arm up and looked at his underarm; the pit stain was now starting to yellow, traveling further down the shirt. Colin had to back up slightly as the smell of hard core sweat was getting stronger. "There is nothing wrong with stains. It shows a good workout has been done." Draco said, going back to pumping.
"I guess that's true. But I would be completely self-conscious. I mean, what do you think people would say if they saw that?" Colin asked, wrinkling his nose and trying not to let it show.
"Who cares? They would clearly see that I can work-out and beat the shit out of them!" Draco said, starting to get annoyed. But then his expression turned to that of curiosity. "Well, I mean...I suppose it would be better if I – no! Never mind, there's no reason I should change!"
"Don't you care what others think? I mean, don't you realize no one can take someone who smells seriously?" Colin pushed, watching Draco closely.
"I mean, I guess. I do want people to take me seriously. I'm just as capable as anyone else – " Draco started.
"Of course you are," Colin agreed.
"Then again...it's just you and me here and I don't really care what you think." Draco said, looking smug once more.
"But what about when you leave here? What then?" Colin persisted, desperately wanting Draco to change out of that sweaty shirt. This whole time, the shirt was just yellowing and yellowing - how can someone be that sweaty?!
"Hmm...I suppose you have a point," Draco said, really contemplating Colin's offer. His face all of a sudden broke into a smile. "You're always looking out for me, Colin. Even when I treat you like shit."
"You know I only do it because I care." Colin said, smiling back. "I want people to see the best in you."
"And that's another thing. You've always seen the best in me," Draco said, getting closer to Colin.
"There's good in everyone. It just takes a special person to see it in others." Colin said.
"And you're that special person," Draco said, slowly taking off his shirt. Colin's breath reluctantly got caught in his throat as Draco's gorgeous abs were exposed. He walked over to Colin, slinking his arms around his waist.
"I'm glad you think that. I just want us to be on the same page," Colin said, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist as well.
"Oh I'm hearing you loud and clear, babe," Draco said, bending his head and giving Colin a kiss on the forehead. But he didn't stop there; he kissed Colin's nose, his cheek, his neck.
Colin shivered. Draco knew that was Colin's weak spot. He could feel Draco's hands running up and down his back slowly as he continued nipping Colin's body. Colin's eyes nearly rolled in the back of the head at the sheer pleasure of it all. But just as things seemed to be getting heated – was that something poking Colin's leg? – Colin's eyes flew open. He knew what Draco was trying to do! The sneaky that bastard! Very causally, Colin took his hand away from the back of Draco and extended slowly. Using the power of thought, Colin starred at his open
hand and thought of a brand new T-shirt for Draco – and there it appeared, neatly folded and such.
"What are you doing back there?" Draco gave a small laugh.
"I just thought you might want this," Colin said as he withdrew his arms from around Draco' waist. He held the shirt out to Draco, smiling widely and Draco looked at it, his smiling turning to a disappointing frown.
"What is this? What are you doing?" Draco asked, looking confused.
"You said you were going to change your shirt – " Colin started, but Draco lifted his finger in rebuttal.
"Ah, but I never actually said that," Draco said, smirking.
"Right, but you said I was right – " Colin tried to say before he was interrupted once more.
"Actually, I said you have a point, not that you were right. But I'm still not putting that on." Draco said, taking a step back from Colin.
"What? Why not?" Colin said, starting to get annoyed. "If I have a good point -"
"The point is, I'm not putting that shirt on and you can't make me," Draco said, going back to flexing. "Besides, I'm not done admiring myself."
"Argh! Why are you so stubborn?!" Colin balled his fists in frustration.
"Why do you insist on being so pushy?" Draco retorted.
"You've already said it! I'm just trying to look out for you! Why can't you understand that?" Colin yelled.
But Draco ignored him. Bending down, he picked up the weights at his feet and started pumping. With no shirt blocking the sweat, the stench was growing more rank. Colin crinkled his nose in disgust. There was no way he was going to put this clean shirt on that dirty body. Looking around, Colin's eyes landed on a can of Axe body spray. Bending down, he picked it up and pointed it at Draco, who looked at it curiously.
"What the fuck is that?" Draco asked, still pumping.
"It's a nice smelling spray. It's going to take away that horrid smell coming off that stinky body of yours." Colin said, pressing the button so that a mist of a delicious aroma spewed out at Draco.
"Argh!" Draco started coughing and blinking his eyes furiously as the spray got into his mouth and eyes. He backed away further from. Colin as he went to spray him again. "Get that shit away from me!"
"But now you smell so much better then you did before!" Colin said, breathing deeply as the aroma filled the room.
"I don't care! Just get that shit away from me!" Draco yelled as he rubbed the tears out of his eyes. "God! Did you really need to bathe me in that?!"
"I didn't bathe you in it – " Colin started, but then stopped. He smiled as an idea started forming in his head. "You're right, I shouldn't have sprayed you."
"Damn straight!" Draco said as he blinked his eyes a few more times before being able to see properly. Noticing the creepy smile on Colin's face, Draco looked at him suspiciously. "What?"
"Nothing. I just feel bad for spraying you when you clearly didn't want to be sprayed. And I can see that you are really bothered by it." Colin said, giving Draco a sorry look. But Draco narrowed his eyes nevertheless.
"What are you up to? And don't say nothing! I know there's something brewing in that strange little head of yours." Draco said folding his arms across his chest.
"I told you – I feel bad for spraying you. I know I can help to get the smell out if it really bothers you." Colin suggested, shrugging his shoulders.
"Oh? And how do you propose we do that?" Draco asked, rolling his eyed, as though bored of conversation.
"Well, the only way to get any smell off your body – whether it's a good smell or bad one – is to wash it off – "
"Wash it off? What, you mean take a shower? I don't think so," Draco said, bending down and picking the weights up once more.
"Why not? Not only will you get cleaned, but you'll be able to see those muscles much better with all that dirt and grime washed away," Colin said, taking a step closer to Draco. "And that's be honest, there're much hotter when they are glistening from water. Don't you think so?"
"Really now?" Draco asked, looking down his muscles and smiling slightly. When he looked up again, Colin was closer to him still. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of one of Draco's biceps – his hand barely fit over it.
"So firm! I just want to take a bar of soap and scrub them - it would be so hot!" Colin said, looking up at Draco, who's expression went from confusion to mild interest.
"Really? Hot, you say? And why would cleaning me be so hot?" Draco asked.
"Just the soap glistening off your body, the smell of a clean body – it's just one of my many turn-ons!" Colin said, putting his hand behind his back as a bar of soap started materializing in his palm.
"Well, I'd be interested in hearing some more of those turn-ons," Draco said. He put his hand on Colin's and lifted it up. Instead of high riding it off, he encased his p fingers with Colin's. "You really don't like a – nasty –man such as myself?" Draco asked sensually.
"Oh I like my men nasty – in bed," Colin said, taking his other hand and running it down his chest. His eyes never left Draco's; they suddenly burned an intense blue at his words. "But I also like my men clean-smelling."
Draco gave another throaty laugh. "You really are too cute," he was closer to Colin then before.
Colin could feel his hot breath on his face, but it didn't bother him; Draco was getting closer and closer to him – Colin got on his tip toes and met Draco's soft lips. An intense feeling of butterflies set off in his stomach at the sweet kiss they were sharing. Once again, Colin could feel Draco wrapping his strong arms around his slender body, pulling him closer. This was what Colin missed; moments like these, where they didn't have to worry about anything or anyone, where they could just be in each other's arms, kissing for hours on end.
But Colin knew this wasn't his Draco. He might have kissed like Draco, touched like Draco, and spoke like Draco. But he didn't have the warmth, the light in his eye, the properness – everything his Draco had. No, what this one did have was an intense odor problem that needed to be corrected as soon as Colin could. With their lips distracted, Colin slowly wrapped his arms around Draco as well, the soap bar still clutched tightly in his hand. He gently placed the bar of soap on Draco's back. Before starting anything, however, he broke the kiss and looked up at this alternate version of his boyfriend.
"What are you thinking?" Draco asked, smiling down at Colin. Colin smiled back. But he knew he mustn't be fooled by that smile that was oh so adorable.
"I was just thinking about this. This kiss we're sharing and how I want to continue with it," Colin said, letting out a sigh.
"Then why stop?" Draco asked, swooping to continue the kiss.
But before he could reach Colin's lips, Colin moved so that his lips were right at Draco's ear. Sticking his tongue out, he wrapped it around. Draco's lower lob, playing with it. He felt Draco shiver as he let out a heavy breath. This made Colin smile. He continued licking up and down Draco's ear, all the while rubbing his back with the soap. Draco was too distracted to notice – Colin smiled at this. "I need to clean my very dirty man," Colin whispered into Draco's ear before sticking his tongue completely inside.
Draco let out a giggle at this, not even catching what Colin said. Colin was relieved at this. He continued to rub the soap up and down Draco's back – it was lathering up nicely. He rubbed in the middle of Draco's back, the lower part, and up to his shoulders. But what he wanted to get the most was Draco's under arms, where it was the most rank. But Draco's arms were still wrapped tightly around him. But he had to do it, he just had to. Taking a deep breath, he brought his hands to either side and thrust Draco's arms upwards, attacking his pits viciously with the bar of soap.
"Ahhh! What the fuck, Colin! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Draco yelled angry as he pushed Colin off him. Colin landed on his back, the bar of soap still in his hand.
"I told you, you need to get clean! You smell like a fucking hobo!" Colin yelled, standing up and holding the soap at the ready. But Draco backed away from him as he attempted to rub the suds off him. "Just let me get the other pit – "
"You are not permitted to touch!" Draco said angrily, lifting his fist up, ready to punch Colin should he get any closer.
"Funny, you didn't seem to care a few minutes ago when you were all over me. Or when we were having sex," Colin said, angry.
"Sex? Please! I'm not a fag. I would never –"
"Are you fucking serious?! How could you not remember something as important as that?!" Colin screamed in fury. "What we have is magical! We protect each other –"
"We don't have anything, you fool. I realize I'm hot and everyone wants to tap this, but you – you have no chance! You're just a little fuck like everyone else! Oh, and I don't need you giving me protection! I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. But you! You're the one that clearly needs it. You're just a scrawny little boy who can't help himself and has to seek to find others to give you protection!" Draco yelled. "Well I'm not going to give that to you! I'm sick of you thinking I'm your body guard!"
"Body guard? I was saving your ass half the time – "Colin started.
"Saving? SAVING?!" Draco let out roar of anger, grabbing at his shirt and ripping it clean off his muscled body. "I don't need saving from puny shits like! Do you see this?" He reached out and grabbed Colin by the neck of his shirt and bringing him close to his abs. "DO YOU SEE THIS?"
"Let go of me!" Colin cried. Draco pushed him away and started flexing.
"It's people like me that keep muggle filth like you off the streets!" Draco said, next ripping off his pants, showing off his equally muscled legs. "You're lucky I even took you in in the first place!"
"And you're lucky you're even alive!" Colin yelled back. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't've gotten through any of your missions!" Colin watched as Draco howled even louder, next ripping off his boxers so that he was completely naked.
"I didn't need you at all! I had it all under control with no help from you!" He pointed angrily. But Colin stopped listening for he was trying his hardest not to laugh. Looking at the now completely naked Draco, he noticed Draco's dick getting smaller as the man continued to howl.
"What the fuck are you laughing at?" Draco asked angrily. He followed Colin's gaze to his waste, where he gasped in utter horror. He looked up at Colin, who was still trying not to laugh. "Stop laughing! It's not funny!" Draco yelled.
But Colin noticed the louder Draco yelled, the smaller his manhood became. But Draco was too busy raging to notice. He watched as Draco's muscles started depleting rapidly: His arms went saggy and limp, his legs looked like that of an old man's, his six pack made it look like he gained fifty pounds. Colin was rolling on the ground at this point – Draco looked absolutely hilarious!
"I'll slap that fucking smile right off your fucking face!" Draco yelled. But all Colin could do was point at him; Draco looked down at his body – and nearly cried. "My body! My beautiful body! No! This isn't possible! You did this! You tricked me!"
"How? I'm just a pathetic mudblood after all!" Colin barely choked out.
"GAH! I'll show you to laugh at me!" Draco yelled, dropping down to his hands and feet, getting in the push-up position. "You'll sincerely regret laughing at me when I get my muscles back!"
"Good luck with that!" Colin said, trying to catch his breath. But one more look at Draco struggling to exercise pushed him over the edge. Draco tried to push himself up with his puny arms, but they were shaking like mad.
"Stop! Just stop!" Draco started,, sounding desperate as his arms gave out and he flopped on the ground. "Please come back!"
"Give it up, Draco." Colin said, finally able to regain himself and stand up. He watched as Draco turned over so that he was on his back: He proceeded to try and do sit ups – which was more comical than the push-ups. Colin turned around to face the other way to prevent himself from laughing again. "You are truly pitiful."
"I am not pitiful! I will show you! I will!" Draco yelled, trying to sit up. He managed to a sit up, but it looked strenuous. "See, I got one down! Don't walk away!"
Colin watched as Draco tried to go for a second push up. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Hermione and Harry were right, you're completely pathetic."
"What did you say to me?!" Draco yelled, jumping up in a fury.
"You think having muscles and being physically strong gets you places, but it won't. It's about brains, being cunning – and you clearly don't have that."
Draco spluttered in anger. "I'm smarter than you! I'm – "
"Only fooling yourself. Face it, who was the one that helped you get to where you are today? Who was the one that made think before acting? You need me more than you think." Colin said, looking at Draco with pity.
"I don't know! I'm perfectly fine on my own! And once I get my muscles back – "
"And that's another thing, you don't listen! It's always about you! You don't do anything for others unless it benefits you in the end!" Colin said angerly, balling his fists. He didn't know where all this anger was coming from, but it felt good to finally have an opportunity to release it.
"Oh please! Like you never did that?" Draco let out a skeptical laugh. "I always saw you following Potter and his little friends around, hoping to get in his little circle of protection!"
"Had you really been observant you would have realized I had a crush on him and wanted to be around him. But again, you were too busy worrying about yourself. But you're to talk."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Draco asked in confusion. "I never hid behind people – "
Colin burst out laughing. "Are you serious? You were the king of it! When it wasn't behind your friends, it was father, saying stupid shit like 'I know people, people who could get rid of you'. And now they are gone, aren't they?"
"Exactly! And who am I hiding behind now? No one!" Draco yelled in triumph.
"Wrong. Now you hide behind your fear by instilling it in others. Raping young women, using your aunt as a threat – just like you did with your father – it's disgusting. And you can't even see it." Colin said, starting to turn away once more.
"Oi! Don't you walk away! I'm not done here!" Draco yelled. "Don't use that psychological bullshit on me! It's not going to work! CREEVEY!"
"I'm not listening to this," Colin said as he walked in the opposite direction. He wasn't going to stand listening to his Draco speak this way. No, this wasn't his Draco, Colin had to remind himself. This was someone entirely different.
"People respected me when I was strong! And you will you too!" Draco said, starting to do lunges.
"Draco, you look ridiculous –"
"No I don't! This is what you do to get beefed up! Maybe you should try it!" Draco said, switching to jumping jacks. Colin scrunched his face as the whiff of sweat hit his nostrils.
"Maybe you should stop and take a shower. You reek." Colin said.
"GAH! I don't need a shower!" Draco yelled. He went from jumping jacks back to running in place. His face was getting really red from the exertion. "You know you're getting the right workout when you sweat!"
"You disgust me!" Colin said, covering his nose as the sweat smell got stronger. "I don't care what you say, you need to bathe!" Colin closed his eyes and thought real hard. It wasn't until he heard Draco's confused 'what?' that he opened them once more to find that a shower appeared out of nowhere.
"What the fuck do you think you're playing at, muggle shit?" Draco yelled, backing away from the porcelain shower that was starting to produce steam.
"You need to take a shower! You're disgusting! How can you expect anyone to take you seriously if you can't even have the decency to smell good?" Colin yelled, rushing after him.
"Only real men smell like this!" Draco yelled, running away from Colin. "Don't you dare put your filthy hands on me!"
"Too late!" Colin yelled as he jumped on Draco's back, knocking him to the ground. "And the only one who is filthy here is you!" He managed to get Draco's hands behind his back and lifted him up. It was much easier without all the muscles weighing him down.
"Unhand me, Cretan!" Draco yelled, trying to send a backwards kick, but missed. "Unhand me at once, and maybe I will go easy on you once I get my –"
"Yeah, I get it, now shut up!" Colin yelled, thrusting Draco forward into the open shower. But Draco threw out his arms and legs, so that they grabbed onto the sides, not allowing him to enter the shower.
Colin put as much strength as he could into pushing Draco into the shower. But it seemed the harder he pushed, the more Draco resisted. In fact, it seemed as though Draco were getting bigger – no, buffer! He was gaining his muscles back! Draco let out an all-mighty yell as he flung his muscled arms backward, knocking Colin to the ground.
"I'm not getting in there!" Draco yelled, stomping up to Colin and kicking him in the stomach. Colin gasped in pain. "I gave you a chance and you didn't take it! Now you shall pay! You shall – AHHH!"
Colin shot forward and grabbed Draco by the ankles and pulled, causing Draco to lose his balance and fall over. Taking his chance, Colin got up and straddled Draco, pinning his arms to the ground. "This is MY mind! And you will do as I say!" Colin screamed as he struggled against Draco. Draco grabbed onto Colin's wrists with his hands and started bending them backwards. "Ahhh, fuck!" Colin yelled as he was forced off of Draco. Draco threw him off once more, causing Colin to slide across the floor.
"I don't have to listen to a goddamn thing you have to say!" Draco yelled. "I'm the one in charge! I always have been and always will be. Face it, next to me, you're shit. You wouldn't last two minutes without me!"
"That's where you're wrong!" Colin yelled, standing up and fixing himself. "You wouldn't be where you are today without me! Let's face it – you need me!"
"I don't need you! I don't anybody!" Draco yelled, raising his fists. "I'm perfectly capable of –"
"Getting yourself in trouble and waiting for others to dig you out? Yeah, tell me something I don't know." Colin smirked. Draco gave another snarl of anger and rushed towards Colin, his hands stretched out.
Just before Draco got to him, Colin stepped out of the way and stuck out his foot in an attempt to trip him. But Draco managed to catch himself – he grabbed onto Colin's elbow and brought him down with him. Colin landed hard on his shoulder, wincing with pain.
"You weak fool! You honestly thought you could hurt me? Just take a look! I'm huge!" Draco said with glee, flexing his arm muscles and looking at them adoringly. Sucking up the pain, Colin took out his wand, pointed it at Draco, and yelled, "Pertrificus Totalus!" He watched as the spell hit Draco – who must have been too massive, for the spell didn't work as it should have. Instead of freezing, Draco was just temporarily knocked to the ground.
Colin jumped on Draco, trying to pin his arms to the ground, to trap him. It wasn't easy; Draco tried to grab Colin's wrists, to push him off. Colin could feel his arms starting to shake uncontrollably as Draco pushed up – up and up Colin went until Draco was nearly bench pressing him. With a great effort, Draco stood up, lifting Colin over his head.
"Put me down! Put me down right now!" Colin shrieked, squirming, trying to release himself from Draco's grip.
"I don't fucking think so!" Draco yelled, starting to use Colin as a weight, lifting him up and down. "This is a better work out then I thought it would be!"
Colin wielded his left foot door, slamming it into Draco's head. Draco let out a yell of pain as he dropped Colin. Draco lifted his foot to try and kick him, but Colin was faster. Standing up, Colin brought back his fist and punched Draco square in the face, causing him to step backwards. He watched as blood ran down Draco's face as he spluttered.
"You little fuck!" Draco yelled, lifting his own fist to go in for the punch. But he paused as Colin started gagging, doubling up as he wretched.
"Oh my God!" Colin choked out. "You smell fucking disgusting!"
"Ahh, the sweet smell of a good workout!" Draco said, taking a big whiff of his armpit. "Go on, Creevey. Take a big whiff!" He grabbed Colin by the back of his head and slammed his face straight into his sweaty armpit.
"Urgh, you disgust me!" Colin yelled, thrusting his palm in Draco's face and pushing him away. "And you call what you did a good workout? You still look like a puny shit to me!"
"Hey! I wouldn't be talking if I were you! I mean, do you even lift?!" Draco yelled, glaring at Colin.
"You know what you are?! You're a disgusting, good-for-nothing, slob that is too busy trying to beef himself up rather than work with others! You're nothing! You're weak – "
"I'M NOT WEAK!" Draco yelled, lifting his hands to place them around Colin's neck. But Colin backed away in time.
"Yes you are! You can't even be there for other people! You can't admit when you've done wrong, you blame your failure on everyone do else around you! And what's worse, you can't even fucking pluck up the courage to bathe properly like a normal human being! Why? Because you're a fucking pig!" Colin shrieked.
"AHHHH I'M NOT A FUCKING PIG!" Draco screamed at the top of his lungs. But Colin slapped him across the face at the same time Draco raised his fist; he punched Colin as hard as he could in the face.
"Ahhh!" Colin cried as the fell backwards, landing hard on the floor. "Oh no you fucking don't!" Colin jumped up and launched at Draco. He swung his fist around, but it glided off Draco's muscled shoulder, for he was growing once more.
"I don't think so! I'm in charge!" Draco said, catching Colin's hand as he swung it at him again. Draco twisted it downwards. Colin's body followed it; he flipped over, landing at Draco's feet.
Colin felt the wind knock out of him. He tried to sit up, but Draco placed his foot on his chest, pushing him back down. "Get off me!" Colin cried in panic as Draco pushed harder on him.
"Not a chance! Not until you realize how pathetic and weak you truly are!" Draco said with conviction. "Go on! Say it!"
"Never!" Colin choked out, grabbing hold of Draco's ankle and trying to shove him off. But it was no use; Draco was far stronger than himself.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that," Draco said, pushing harder still on Colin's chest. Colin felt as though his chest were going to crack under the great weight. "C'mon now!"
"I'm weak! I'm weak!" Colin managed to splutter out, gasping for breath.
"Very good," Draco said with satisfaction. But instead of removing his foot right away, he pushed down with more force. Only when Colin started turning blue did he remove his foot. He watched as Colin turned on his side and threw up. "You disgust me." Draco said.
Wiping his chin, Colin looked up at Draco, who was staring at him with utter disappointment. He wanted to say something – no, he needed to say something! He needed to get his Draco back! But he could hardly feel his throat from the burning of trying to breath and throwing up. He tried to stand up, but his chest erupted in fire at the attempt. He watched as Draco walked up to him; he flinched, expecting to be hit again. Instead, Draco made a deep, gurgling noise in his throat and spit on him.
"You filthy piece of shit," Draco said, before turning and walking away. Colin watched through tear-stained eyes as Draco faded away into the mist.
Colin just wanted to lie there, never wanting to have to move, or think, or feel. But he was feeling. He was feeling hurt from the pain that was inflicted upon him; but most of all, he was feeling hurt by what Draco said and did. This wasn't him. How could it be? This wasn't his Draco saying all those things. This was a monster in the form of his boyfriend. And yet...
How was he to get out of this? He thought if he could defeat the monster, everything would go back to normal. But he hadn't – Draco was just too strong for him. He always has been. And he was right. I am just a little shit, Colin thought bitterly to himself. He curled up tightly on the ground, trying to squeeze the ache he felt in his heart.
"You're not honestly going to give up now, are you?"
Colin's eyes flew open and looked up, to find none other than Harry Potter and Hermione Granger – a very charred version of them, Colin noted.
"Harry? Hermione? What are you doing here? And why are you all burned up?" Colin asked, trying to sit up. But it was painful to move.
"We're here to help you beat down Malfoy," Harry said, bending down and helping Colin up.
"Thanks," Colin said, wincing. "How are you going to help me? Draco is too strong! He's bigger than all three of us put together!"
"Well, with that attitude!" Hermione said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Well, I mean, you didn't see what he did to me! He's – "
"A fucking wimp, is what he is!" Harry said angrily. "We did see what he did to you, and it's pathetic he thinks he can get rid of people like that!" He exchanged a very significant look with Hermione.
"Exactly! But we are here to tell you that there's a better way of going about this," Hermione said, turning to look at Colin.
"How? I mean, my magic can only go so far, and he might be getting even bigger as we speak – " Colin started.
"No, Colin! You're going about this the wrong way! We can show you how to get that pig cleaned!" Hermione yelled.
"Cleaned? Hermione, I hardly think this has to do with cleaning anymore! We just need to weaken him – "
"But that's it, Colin! Don't you see? You need to break him! You need to take away what he feels empowers him the most!" Harry said, looking at Colin expectantly.
"What empowers him the most?" Colin repeated, thinking really hard. He started going over in his mind everything that happened in the last fifteen minutes.
"His muscles?" Colin asked.
"Exactly!" Hermione said excitedly.
"But how does that solve our problem? How is bathing going to get rid of his muscles?" Colin asked skeptically.
"It's not just the bathing; the bathing is a mere variable in this. Getting him to bathe will be the last step in truly dethroning this idea of superiority he has created for him," Harry explained.
"So then what's the first step?"
"You need to weaken him by pointing out everything that makes him human – everything he wishes to not experience." Harry said, trying to get Colin to follow him.
"I'm sorry, you lost me," Colin said, shaking his head. "How are we going to weaken him? What could we possibly use against him?"
"Fire!" Hermione and Harry said at the same time.
"I'm sorry, fire? What are we going to do? Roast him alive?" Colin asked. Harry laughed at this.
"Oh Colin, I forgot how humorous you can be sometimes!" Harry said. "No, we aren't going to roast him alive. Think fire...hot flames miles high! You see, it'll confuse Draco and make him sweat. Pointing this out will irritate the shit out of him. You'll need to wear him down with the insults and he'll lose control fast."
"Is that what you guys did? When you tried to defeat him?" Colin asked, remembering what Draco had told him about his Horcrux dream.
"Yes, but we have an advantage that we didn't have before." Hermione said, and when Colin looked even more confused, she sighed impatiently. "We have you!"
"Me? Why am I the advantage?"
"Because whether the dick wants to admit it or not, you're his exception, he loves you, he can't make it by himself, blah blah blah," Harry said, shaking his head. He sighed, looking at Colin with what might have been sadness. "It's a shame, really. We could have really hit it off, you and me."
"Er...ok?" Colin said, a little taken aback by this. "So what's the plan now? We go and find him, make him sweat the muscles off and get him to take a bath? And that will make him disappear?"
"Exactly!" They both said in unison.
"Now come on! That's go whip that jerk's ass!" Hermione said, leading the way through the mist in which Draco disappeared through. Harry and Colin followed her, walking just a little ways behind.
"Hey Colin," Harry said, walking by Colin's side.
"Hey Harry," Colin said a little awkwardly, giving Harry a side glance.
"So we were watching the whole debacle between you and Malfoy and I've got to say, you were pretty hot back there." Harry said, briefly patting Colin's shoulder.
"Hot? Harry, he totally kicked my ass." Colin said, feeling uncomfortable at Harry's touch.
"Yes, but bitching him out like that – that took guts! I swear, I've never been more attracted to you as I am right now – "
"Whoa, hold up!" Colin said, stopping in his tracks. "Attractive? Now I know you're definitely playing me! Harry Potter would never think nor say such a – such a ludicrous thing!" Colin said angrily.
"No no no! But it's true! I'm highly attracted to you!" Harry said, reaching out and grabbing Colin's hand in his own. "I know I never really showed it when we were at Hogwarts, and there's no excuse for it. But we've been given this second chance. We need to use it to our full advantage!"
"Harry..." Colin sighed. "I've wanted to hear you say that for years. But I'm with Draco now – "
"You mean the Draco who handed your ass to you moments ago?" Harry asked. "Look, I know you think you can change him, that this is all some misperception of the dream Malfoy and the real Malfoy – whatever that means. But it's much bigger than that. Did you ever think you're being put through this to see what people are really like? To show you what you don't want to see yourself had you been conscious? This Malfoy that you're seeing – it's enhancing everything he won't show you in the real world – he's playing you for his own personal gain. I'm telling you not as Malfoy's enemy, but as your friend. I care about you. Truly," Harry said, taking Colin's chin into his hand gently.
Colin looked into Harry's startling green eyes while his own filled with tears. "That's all I wanted," he whispered, gripping Harry's other hand tightly, trying to fill the hole he felt in his heart. Harry moved closer and softly placed his lips on Colin's. Colin felt his breath being taken away at how gentle Harry's lips felt against his. Reaching up, he put his palm against Harry's surprisingly soft skin. He was warm. Colin pulled him a little closer, wanting to deepen the kiss, but Harry pulled back, resting his forehead against his.
"To be continued. After everything is sorted out with Malfoy, I promise I'll stay with you," Harry whispered, running his hand through Colin's hair.
"Don't make promises you can't keep," Colin said. "Let's go kick Malfoy's ass!"
"That's the spirit! Now let's try to catch up with Hermione." Harry said, turning around to find Hermione not too far ahead of them. Her arms were folded across her chest and she was shaking her head, looking slightly amused. But only slightly.
"Oh, so glad you've remembered me! Now can we get back to what we came here to do?" And with that said, she stalked off. Harry and Colin exchanged one last intimate look before running after her.
"He disgusts me," Hermione whispered, watching Draco from behind an abnormally large icicle. In fact, the room was filled with them.
They didn't have to go far to find Draco. He was just beyond the room they were just left. It appeared he had found a highly reflective mirror to which he could watch himself flex in. Hermione turned to Harry and Colin.
"Ok so here's the plan. Harry will go around to the left side of the room and I will go around to the right. We will hide behind these giant icicles while you go and talk to him."
"Me? Wait, I have to talk to him by myself? While you guys get to hide?" Colin, who was watching Draco nervously, whipped his head around, startled.
"We won't be hiding the entire time. When the time is right, we will jump out, catching him with the element of surprise." Hermione explained. But Colin still looked uncertain.
"You'll be fine. I know you can do this," Harry said, resting a comforting hand on Colin's shoulder. Smiling, Colin stood up, straightened himself out, and stepped out from behind the ice.
"Don't you ever just get bored watching yourself all the time?" Colin said. Draco whipped around, looking at Colin in surprise.
"Creevey? I thought I beat your sorry ass?" Draco asked, watching Colin walking closer to him.
"Guess you didn't beat hard enough. Besides, I'm not through talking with you." Colin said, stopping a mere five feet from Draco.
"Oh? You ready for another beat down?" Draco laughed, flexing his arms once more. "Good, I could use another work out."
"Oh please, you really aren't as strong as you think you are. I'm still here, after all." Colin said, sounding a lot braver than he felt.
"You really don't want to challenge me, boy," Draco said in a dangerous voice. "I was going too easy on you. Next time I won't be as lenient."
"And you really don't want to be insulting me, boy," Colin threw right back. "I know more about you than you realize."
"Please, you really think black mailing is going to keep me from fucking you up?" Draco laughed.
"Not blackmail, no. I won't stoop to your level. I'm talking about redemption – I'm talking about you seeing yourself as is, and not as the muscled dipshit you are!"
"Dipshit?! Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?!" Draco yelled, raising his fist. It took a lot of self-control for Colin to not flinch.
"Clearly someone who thinks he can threaten others with violence. It may work at first, but in the end, it's always a failure. Just. Like. You." Colin said, taking a step forward with each word, so that he was nearly nose to nose with Draco. "A good-for-nothing daddy's boy, having everything handed to him – "
WHAM!
Draco punched Colin on the side of his head, knocking him to the ground. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life!" Draco shouted, raising his foot once more.
"No, you did! Now guys!" Colin yelled, rolling out of the way just as a wall of fire erupted in between them.
Colin shielded his eyes from the intense heat issuing from the wall. Standing up, he tried squinting through all the haze, but it was no use. Colin's eyes started watering as he tried to find a way around the wall. In the meantime, Draco's yells were shrill above the noise of the crackling fire.
"What do you think you're playing at, Creevey?! If you think this is going to keep me from pounding on you, then you're sadly mistaken!" Draco shrieked. But he lost the superior tone, replacing it with an intimidated one.
"You lay a finger on him and I'll rip your dick off!" Harry said.
Colin looked around, still trying to find a way out. "Got it!" He yelled as his eyes fell on an opening in the ice. He sprinted towards it.
"What the fuck, Potter! I thought I killed you?!" Draco screamed.
"This isn't your mind anymore, Malfoy! I'm still very much alive within Colin! He resurrected me to stop you!" Harry yelled.
Colin nearly slipped on the quickly melting ice as he rounded the corner, stopping ten feet from Draco and Harry. Harry was right: He could see the droplets of sweat already starting to run Draco's naked body. And were his muscles getting smaller? Barely, but Colin knew exactly what he had to do.
"Exactly! This isn't my mind, it's Creevey's, and the only way I can go away is if he defeats me!" Draco said with confidence. "And in case you haven't noticed, I'm the boy's love interest now. He isn't going to want to hurt me – he won't be able to do it. He ain't got the balls!"
"That's where you're wrong, Malfoy!" Colin yelled, balling his fists. Both Harry and Draco looked at him, Draco, startled by his appearance. "I loved the real you, not this fake one standing in front of me. I will go to the ends to destroy you! Now, take. A. BAAAATH!" Colin yelled, rushing towards Draco.
"What the – " Draco started in confusion. He turned to push Harry out of the way, just barely noticing in time a big porcelain bath hovering his way. Hermione was at the other end, trying to direct the bath just behind Draco, so that Colin could push him in. "I don't think so!"
Pushing Harry out of the way, he spun around and caught Colin by the arm. With an almighty force, he kneeled down, scooped Colin up, and body slammed him to the ground.
"Colin!" Harry screamed, scrambling towards the pair of them. "Let him go you filthy pig!"
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Draco screamed at the top of his lungs. He shoved himself off Colin, who groaned in renewed agony, and launched himself at Harry.
"Hey Wilbur! Up here!" Hermione screamed. Colin managed to lift his head enough to see Hermione sitting on top of one of the tallest ice crystals in the room. How she got up there fast and maintained the hovering bathtub was incredible.
As an instinct, Draco looked up, but grunted at the action. "My name's not Wilbur you low-life bitch!"
"Then why is it you smell like a foul pig?!" Colin burst, jumping and wincing a bit. "You're nothing but a sweaty loser looking for a free ride to a glory you don't even deserve!"
"Ha! That's rich, coming from you! Act like you've never followed Potter, hoping to get protection from people like me!" Draco repeated. But he sounded uncomfortable. He was starting to breathe heavily from the intense heat of the fire. He tried to fan himself with his hands, but to no avail.
"I didn't need protection from you! I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself!" Colin yelled, trying to keep Draco talking. He watched as Harry and Hermione were preparing behind the two of them.
"Really? Had a funny way of showing it," Draco gasped as his body was positively shining with sweat.
"Brrr! It's so c-cold up here!" Hermione shivered, hugging her body to herself.
"You know, I think I'm starting to feel a little cold too," Colin said, rubbing his hands together for warmth. "How can you possibly be sweating in all this, Malfoy?" Colin watched as Draco looked desperately at the ice; his breathing was becoming heavier as he lifted his hand to wipe the sweat off. But it didn't do a thing.
"This is the most misguided way to try and get me angry, you know that right?" Draco said, trying not to watch the shivering forms of Hermione and Harry.
"Who's trying to misguide you? It's freezing in here!" Colin said with mockery. "It's not my fault you sweat enough to run an entire mill store!"
"I have a sweating problem! So what? Lots of people do!" Draco said desperately, slowly inching his way towards to inviting icicle.
"Yes, but lots of people don't smell like a dumpster," Colin said. "Ahh, can't you feel the cold?"
"Ahhh I can't take it!" Draco ran over to one of the mini icicles and broke one off. He placed it on his chest, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. But that soon melted in his palm, forcing him to hug the bigger icicle to the side of him.
"Aww! Is whittle Drakey getting hotty?" Harry cracked m, watching Draco moving up and down against the cooling ice.
"Fuck you, Potter!" Draco yelled, not bothering to open his eyes.
"Aww, it's ok! There's no need to be mean!" Colin said, walking up to Draco. He placed his hand on his back and started rubbing. "I know how to sooth you, my love."
"Get the fuck off of me!" Draco yelled, sticking his backside out to try and push Colin away. But instead of moving backward, Colin moved into the thrust, grabbing Draco's bare ass.
"Well then! I've always wanted to top!" Colin said. "God knows, you wouldn't be able to satisfy me!"
"I'm not a fag like you! And even if I was, I certainly wouldn't be the catcher!" Draco yelled, turning and slapping Colin off him before going back to cuddling with the ice.
"I wouldn't get used to that if I were you," Colin said, watching Draco in amusement.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" Draco asked snobbishly, continuing to rub the icicle over his body.
"Because it's melting, as are all the other icicles," Colin said, suddenly getting serious. "Because that's what ice does when near fire – it starts to melt!"
"What? No! No, they're too big, they won't melt anytime soon!" Draco said, a look of panic etched on his face.
"That doesn't mean anything. Ice melts every day! Look at Global Warming, for crying out loud!" Colin explained.
"This isn't global warning! That's a myth! This is a dream, nothing bad happens in dreams!" Draco yelled, frantically scrambling up the stalk of ice in desperation.
"Really? You think that? Notice how the ice stalk has gotten smaller since we started talking?" Colin said, pointing at the top. Draco looked to where he was pointing: It was true – the stalk had melted nearly a quarter since the fire started burning. Draco looked down at Colin desperately.
"Make it stop! I need this!" Draco yelled. But Colin just smiled at him, truly enjoying this.
"Have you noticed how all the other tips of the icicles are getting tinier? Hmm...kinda looks like your dick, actually!" Colin said, tilting his head to the side and observing Draco's quickly shrinking manhood. Colin started laughing, unable to help himself – but also remembering what Harry and Hermione had told him.
"Stop laughing at it!" Draco cried out. "It's not small! It's – "
"Microscopic! Oh my god, it looks like you have a vagina!" Colin fell over, rolling in hysterics.
"Draco has a man-gina! Draco has a man-gina!" Harry and Hermione sang. Draco turned around to yell at them, but found they were nowhere to be seen.
"What the – "
"Up here, baby penis!" Hermione called from on top of the icicle. Draco looked up, growling in anger. "Oh and by the way, when you were 'raping' me – if you can even call it that! – I wasn't crying because it hurt. I was crying because I couldn't feel a thing!"
"You little slut!" Draco screamed, running over to the icicle and trying to shimmy up it to reach Hermione.
"Ergh! Don't even get me started on the sex!" Colin said exasperatedly. "Seriously, once we got going, it was like getting fucked by a water monster!"
"I can only imagine the stank that went with it!" Harry said, gagging at the very thought.
"Oh it was awful! But the stink wasn't nearly as bad as the sweating! There were times I've considered wearing a special wetsuit of sorts, just so I wouldn't have to shower afterwards! And the puddles – "
"I think I'm going to vomit, please stop!" Harry said, holding his stomach and pretending to barf.
"How is it your penis isn't getting frozen to this?" Hermione asked mockingly, watching as Draco continually slipped down the quickly melting ice.
"He doesn't have one, remember?" Harry said, laughing.
"Alright, enough!" Draco said, slipping all the way to the bottom. But instead of trying again, he remained hugging the ice to his hot body. The sweat was literally pouring down Draco's body as if he himself were melting. Draco held on tightly, his teeth bared and his eyes screwed shut, trying desperately to cool off. Likewise, Colin could see with every insult he threw at Draco, his seemed to deplete more.
"Heads up!" Hermione called from above. Clinging to the icicle like a monkey, she slid expertly down it.
"Ahhh!" Draco yelled as he was pushed forcefully off the cooling stalk. "Watch where you're going, you – "
"Filthy mudblood," Hermione repeated along with Draco. "Honesty, you really need to come up with better material."
"That would have to make him smart, which he is clearly not," Colin said, folding his arms and watching the scene with amusement. "I can see why you need those big muscles – well, besides for compensating for other obvious reasons," Colin said, looking at Draco's manhood once more. "Seriously, it's like a tic tac!"
"That's probably whyh is mother's breath smelled fresh all the time," Hermione said with attitude.
"Oh snap! BURN!" Colin said as the other two dissolved into reckless laughter.
"It's also probably why he had daddy issues," Harry whispered loudly behind his hand.
"That makes so much since now!" Hermione gasped, her hands flying dramatically to her mouth.
"Hey, serious question!" Harry said, recovering himself and walked over to stand by Colin. "Did you get those muscles from trying to service yourself? Because let's be honest, no one wants to go near that!"
Draco's eyes started twitching in pure anger as his fists curled up in a ball.
"Awww, you've angered him!" Colin said in a baby voice. "Tell Colin what we can do to make it better?"
Draco was starting to physically shake with anger.
"Do you smell that?" Harry sniffed the air, making a twisted face of disgust. "Ergh! What is that?!" He took a step closer to Draco – but backed away quickly, nearly tripping over himself. "Oh my god, that's foul!"
"You know what that's the smell of?" Hermione asked, blocking her nose. "That's the stench of failure and disappointment!"
"Really? I thought it was coming from Draco's pubescent body!" Harry gagged, his eyes watering. "Seriously dude, you smell rank!"
"Maybe if you stopped with the fire I wouldn't be sweating and smelling so bad!" Draco yelled back.
"I have an even better idea – " Hermione started. But Draco stepped, interrupting.
"I swear if you tell me I need to take a bath, I will rip your throat out, cunt!" Draco screamed, his fists raised.
"Seriously, what is your issue with bathing? Did your mother try to drown you or something?" Harry asked.
"I will take a shower when I want and not when you tell me to!" Draco screamed. He turned to Colin. "Think you can wish up a towel so I can at least dry off?"
"Not a chance! Besides, a towel wouldn't do anything. You'd need a fucking sham-wow to soak all that up!"
"Please? C'mon baby, I'm really sweating here," Draco said, giving Colin an imploring look. He took a step closer to him. "I promise it'll be worth your while."
"Please," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "You really think Colin wants to frick frack with all your filth? How pathetic!"
"C'mon babe. You know we've had some pretty rememberable moments," Draco said, putting his hand on Colin's shoulder. "Don't you miss that?"
"Colin, you're not honestly buying this, are you?" Harry asked skeptically. "Colin?" Harry repeated, for Colin had said not one word.
Colin was staring at Draco, seizing him up. He knew this wasn't his Draco no matter how much he was trying to be. He knew this Draco would never do any of the things he's saying to him. Fag, that's what this Draco thought of him – he said it not ten minutes ago. But nevertheless, he stepped closer to this Draco, putting a hand on his cheek, staring into his eyes.
"Colin! You can't be serious right now?!" Harry yelled angrily. "What about the promise we made today?"
"I told you not to make promises you couldn't keep," Colin said, not once taking his eyes off Draco.
"And you? Does that not apply to you?!" Harry yelled, taking a step closer. But Hermione put her arm out, shaking her head. Harry looked from her to Colin, understanding dawning on him.
"What do you say? Just you and me, no one else. We can be one again." Draco said in a very suave voice.
"I would love nothing more than that," Colin whispered so only Draco could her him. He started moving forward, causing Draco to take a few steps back. "Just you and me – getting out of this hot environment – "
"Yeah," Draco said, smiling. "Maybe go somewhere nice and cool."
"Definitely. Someplace we can do – things. Remind me of those things, Draco."
"You mean like nuzzling your neck? Make you do that cute little laugh you do," Draco smiled, his eyes alit.
"Running your hands through my hair," Colin whispered, placing his hand on Draco's sweaty chest.
"Whatever you want, baby," Draco said, his hand on Colin's shoulder. He was pulling him in closer, staring at him longingly.
"I'm sorry I made you weak – " Colin started, but Draco let out a throaty laugh.
"It's ok, I'm with you now. We can make this better. I can make this better," Draco whispered in Colin's ear before giving it a slight nip, sending shivers down Colin's body.
"I can – God, Draco – " another shiver went through Colin as Draco started nipping his neck. "I want to do so much to you!"
"Yeah? Like what?" Draco asked seductively, his hand now on Colin's lower back.
"I want to suck you dry! I want you to scream my name!" Colin said breathlessly.
"Oh yeah, you know I'd like that," Draco said, going back to nuzzling his neck. "But you know, before you can do that, I would have to have my dick bigger again – "
"Done! Whatever you want," Colin said, rubbing his hands up and down Draco's chest, which wasn't its usual hairy self. He closed his eyes once more, concentrated, and then opened them again. "Turn around."
Draco turned his head and gasped in surprise. Sitting in the corner of the icy room was a brand new set of work out equipment. He turned to look at Colin excitedly. "You mean it?"
"Of course! I can watch you work out a little bit, I can watch you like old times – "
"You mean when you hid in the bushes?" Draco asked, smiling knowingly.
"You – you knew I was there?" Colin asked, taken aback. "I didn't think you noticed."
"I did. And you want to know something?" Draco lowered his voice to a whisper and leaned into Colin's ear once more. "I did it for you."
Colin shivered again. He planted a small kiss on Draco's neck before he pulled away. "Maybe after you work out, we can go swimming in the ice cold ocean, get away from all this," Colin said, gesturing towards the cold dingy room.
"Sure sure," Draco said, eyeing the workout equipment behind Colin.
"Then I can help you towel off, get dried," Colin said, starting to walk forwards and pushing Draco backwards once more.
"Go on," Draco said, completely distracted now, but letting Colin guide him anyway.
"Toweling off – "
"Sounds amazing – "
"But there's just one thing – "
"What's that?" Draco asked seductively.
"Bath!" Colin yelled, and mustering all his strength, he pushed Draco backwards.
"Argh!" Draco cried out as he lost his balance and fell backwards into a great big bathtub filled to the rim with pink bubbles.
"Grab him!" Colin yelled as Draco made to stand up. Colin grabbed one arm as Harry grabbed the other, holding him down. "Get the loofa!" He shouted at Hermione.
"You motherfucker! You tricked me!" Draco yelled, trying to fight Harry and Colin off.
"Well duh! You didn't actually think I was going to get nasty with the nasty, did you?" Colin said, tightening his grip.
"Get off of me! Get off!" Draco screamed, frantically splashing around, trying to kick his captors off him.
"You need to get cleaned! That's the only way – " Colin started, but had to duck out of the way as Draco kicked upwards, trying to hit Colin on the head. Hermione managed to catch Draco's leg before it splashed into the water.
"Perfect!" Hermione said, using her other free hand to attack Draco's leg with the loofa.
"Ahh! That hurts! Colin, make them stop!" Draco cried out, ripping his arm out of Harry's grip. He elbowed Harry in the face as he made to stand up again.
"You fucking bastard!" Harry shouted as he got up. He raised his fist and swung at Draco, catching him on the side of the head. Draco slipped back into the tub, hitting his head on the side.
"Harry, stop! You're not making things easier!" Colin yelled, taking hold of Draco's arms once more.
"It's not my fault he's being a total pussy about this!" Harry yelled back.
"Everyone needs to get the fuck off of me! I swear I'll pound the shit out of you!" Draco yelled, kicking out at Hermione as she was rubbing further up his leg.
"Oh yeah, that's convincing! Let's just let him go, Colin!" Harry said sarcastically.
Draco let out a yell of fury, fighting harder than ever. But the harder he fought, the smaller his muscles kept getting: his arms became skinnier, making it easier for Colin to hold on by himself; his legs were little and no longer muscular – all bone and no fat, all the better for Hermione; they disappeared completely, leaving him in the image of his pubescent, teenage self.
"Ahh! It's like washing an overgrown child!" Hermione said as she reached his greatly withered manhood.
"Hey, that's personal!" Draco squeaked, his voice cracking as Hermione put her hand on his privates. She started giggling uncontrollably as she felt around it. "Fuck off, Granger!" Draco yelled, twitching at her touch.
"I just can't get over how small it is! No wonder you were angry all the time!" Hermione laughed, nearly falling in the water.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of! Tell them, Colin!" Draco yelled, looking at Colin, who was still holding him firmly. Colin went to open his mouth, when Harry let out a cackle.
"Ha! Sure it's nothing to be ashamed of, I mean, unless you never want to get laid! If you want to see what a REAL man looks like – Colin, check this out!"
Harry back away from the bath tub and started stripping off his pants and boxers off. Both Colin's and Hermione's mouths dropped as all twelve inches of Harry fell out as his clothes hit the floor. Draco let out a frustrated, "oh, come on!" Not only was Harry long, but he was thick and veiny; Colin's breath caught in his throat. Harry smiled promiscuously at Colin.
"You like what you see?" Harry laughed as Colin could do nothing but nod his head, still open-mouthed. "If you don't close that mouth of yours, I might have to close it for you – or maybe shove something in there..." he waggled his eyebrows. He walked right up to the bathtub, so that his waist was at the same level as Draco's face. "You see, Malfoy? This is what a REAL man's dick looks like!"
"Get that out of my face before I break it off!" Draco yelled, turning away.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Probably use it for yourself," Harry said, smiling wide.
"This is disgusting," Draco said out loud, causing everyone's attention to be back on him. "Either put your clothes back on or get me out of this fucking tub!"
"Maybe I don't want him to put his clothes on," Colin said, glaring at Draco. "And I'm certainly not letting out of here until you're properly cleaned." Turning to Hermione, he said, "keep cleaning. Harry and I are going to have some fun." Colin turned to look at Harry once more.
"I like where this is going," Harry said, walking towards Colin, his junk swinging back and forth. Stopping in front of each other, he reached out, put his hand on the back of Colin's head, and brought him in for a powerful kiss, which Colin greatly reciprocated. Colin reached down and grabbed Harry's cock, which suddenly hardened. Pulling out of the kiss, Harry said rather breathlessly, "I'm going to show you what real passion is!"
"Oh fuck you, Potter! It's not the size that matters; it's how you use it!" Draco yelled, still trying to push Hermione off as she continued to scrub.
"Yeah? Have you ever been able to bend a tic tac before, Malfoy? Didn't think so!" Harry said, turning back to Colin. "I want you to fuck me, Colin! I want you in me so bad!"
"Me? In you? I'm not nearly as big – "
"I don't care! I can't imagine you've ever been giving the opportunity to be the pitcher," Harry said, glaring at Draco, who looked as if he was going to throw up.
"To ever think I would do anything so faggish – " Draco started.
"Oh a fag, eh? So it's not gay as long you're the one doing the fucking and not in the receiving end?" Harry said angrily.
"You must be confusing me for some other fag – I don't do shit like that, least of all with him!" Draco yelled, nodding his head at Colin.
" 'C'mon babe, we've had some pretty rememberable moments'. I distinctly remember you saying that not fifteen minutes ago." Hermione said triumphantly.
"You know Draco, if you asked nicely, we could let you join." Colin said, already kneeling at Harry's waist, his erection still in hand.
"Are you kidding me?! Fuck no!" Draco said, outraged at the very ludicrous suggestion.
"Fine, more for me," Colin said, and without hesitation, he took all of Harry in his mouth, gagging as it hit the back of his throat.
"Fuck yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" Harry moaned in pleasure.
"That's it, I can't fucking take this! Let me out of here, Granger!"
"Not a chance!" Hermione yelled, bringing her fish down on Draco's head as he made to stand up once more.
"Ahhhh!" Draco cried in pain, holding his head. "I'm getting really tired of your shit!"
"You know, you're really killing the vibes over here," Harry said, glaring at Draco once more. Colin pulled Harry's dick out of his mouth and looked up at him.
"I think he's feeling jealous and neglected," Colin said seriously, standing up.
"I did offer him the chance to join us – "
"Well, he's probably intimidated. He doesn't want to say yes in fear of not being able to perform." Colin said, grabbing Harry's hand and walking over to the bathtub once more.
"What are you fags doing?" Draco asked, harshly. He watched as both Harry and Colin started stripping their clothes off, so that they were completely naked. Like Harry, Colin was also erected.
"We thought we would include you in the fun!" Harry said, stepping into the bath.
"What?! No, stop! I don't want this! I don't want to join! I was very specific – " Draco squeaked frantically, trying to make himself small as Colin hopped into the tub as well. He looked around, intense concentration etched on his face.
"Hmm...seems a little cramped in here. Let me see what I can do." Colin closed his eyes, concentrated real hard and then opened them. He, Harry, and Draco were now in a King-sized, golden bathtub, complete with built-in seats.
"Nice!" Harry said appreciatively.
"Oh don't worry, Malfoy. We won't make you do anything you don't want to – not until you're ready," Colin said, reaching out for Harry's waist and pulling it closer to his own.
"I'm not comfortable even watching this! Please get out! Or – or let me out at least! You can have the whole thing to yourself!" Draco pleaded, still fighting against Hermione, who long gave up cleaning Draco and was focusing on the scene unfolding, watching with amusement.
"Nah! Besides, you can get pointers! Learn how to use it properly, as you said." Harry said, turning to look back at Colin, who grabbed his junk once more. Taking Harry's erection in one hand, he took his own erection and started rubbing them together. "Oh my god!" Harry moaned, tilting his head back in pure pleasure.
"Stop! Please – Granger, please! Make them stop!" Draco cried in desperation, twisting his head to Hermione.
"Are you kidding me? This is hot!" Hermione said, her eyes enthralled in what the boys were doing.
"Oh yeah, I know you're secretly enjoying this, Malfoy," Colin said, letting go of his own erection and grabbing Harry's ass. "You can't honestly say you don't want to tap this sweet ass!"
"No, I can't!" Draco screamed, and he kicked his foot up, catching Colin on the hip, causing him to fall over in the bubbly water.
"Colin!" Harry cried out.
"Colin?" Draco watched as Colin's body gave a massive twitch. Draco squeezed Colin's hand tighter, watching him anxiously. "Please wake up!" Draco said in a panicked voice.
Draco was really starting to get worried. Colin had been passed out for nearly three hours now – Draco didn't think he, himself was out for so long when he went through the process. What could be happening? Why was he out for so long? Bending down, he put his head on Colin's chest, listening.
"You're alive at the very least," Draco said, looking at Colin once more. He sighed heavily. "I wish you would wake up. I need you, Col! You promised you would never leave my side! I can't do this without you!"
Tears formed in Draco's eyes, gently sliding down his face. He didn't bother to wipe them away. He knew if Colin never woke up, it would it his fault; the tears would be inevitable, a constant in his life. Lifting his hand, he placed it on Colin's forehead, gently pushing his bangs out of his eyes.
"How I long to see those adoring eyes of yours staring up at me. I love you, more than you could ever know right now. I know I haven't been the greatest boyfriend – and I need to show you how I feel more often. I know there's no excuse for it but, well, it's difficult for me, you know?
"I've never been the best at honesty. Or doing things for other people. I know I can be very selfish at time. But I'm trying to change that. I'm trying, Colin, I'm trying so hard for you. It's just – I can't do this without you!" Draco broke down, sobbing over Colin. "I'm sorry I made you do this! I didn't want to see you die! I just want to be together, for now! For always!"
"Draco?"
Draco sat up, turning his head to the door. His mother was standing in the doorway. She walked into the room, taking in the scene. "Draco – dear, what's going on?"
"Colin's been passed out for the last three hours and I can't get him to come around," Draco sniffed, looking back at the pale boy in his arms. He brought Colin to his chest, holding him tightly.
"What happened? Why is he like this?" Narcissa asked, kneeling next to Draco.
"He's in the process of making a Horcrux – "
"A Horcrux?" Narcissa cried out, horrified. "Draco, why on earth would you – "
"Because! Because I couldn't stand watching him get older, while I have eternal life! It's not far! It's not right!" Draco burst out, trying to keep it together.
"Draco, that's part of life. You can't have life without death – it's the natural order of things – "
"Well I don't have that luxury of death! I'm not going to life without Colin! It's all pointless without him!" Draco yelled, the tears flowing once more. His mother just didn't understand, she never did.
"But is it really fair? Making him go through this just for your benefit?" Narcissa asked, putting a hand on Draco's shoulder.
"I didn't make him! He agreed! He – he wanted this!" Draco's voice faulted. He knew that was a slight embellishment. But Colin did agree...eventually. And now this.
"Did he agree, or did you persuade him to?" Narcissa asked knowingly, as if she read Draco's mind.
Draco refused to look his mother. No matter how it happened – it happened. And now Draco had to try and fix it. But what if he couldn't? Horcruxes were complex and filled with dark magic Draco just barely understood. What if he never heard Colin's sweet laughter again? Or felt his soft touch against his skin? Get that flighty feeling in his stomach every time Colin looked at him? He turned to his mother.
"I'm scared," Draco whispered, his bottom lip trembling.
"Oh darling, come here," Narcissa leaned forward, pulling Draco into a hug. "It's ok to be scared. And not everyone will recover in the same way. This could simply be a matter of time – "
"But what if it's not? What if there's something actually wrong?" Draco sobbed into his mother's shoulder. "I refuse to live without him!"
"I'll have none of that, Draco Lucius Malfoy," Narcissa said sternly, lifting Draco off her, looking at him. "You are my son and I love you. Or have you forgotten? You're not going to throw your entire life away for some boy – "
"He's not just some boy!" Draco snapped, wriggling out of his mother's grasp. "He understands me – the only one ever to! He makes me feel like I'm worth something, that I should give a shit about my life! Before Colin, I had nothing – "
"Now you wait a moment! Your father and I gave you everything – "
"It's not about materialistic bullshit, mother! You and father had each other and I had no one! Never, not once, did anyone to be with me for me! It was always about the riches, the power, the sex! Colin never saw those things! He saw me! He – he chose me!" Draco yelled, starting to break down once more. He put his head in his hands, losing it completely. He heard his mother heave a heavy sigh.
"I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't realize just how much he meant to you," Narcissa said softly.
"If he's gone, I'll have no one." Draco repeated in a dejected voice. He felt his mother's hand on his back as she started rubbing it; it was soothing.
"Just give it more time, darling. He needs to overcome this at his own pace." Narcissa said, watching Draco, who just sniffled. "I know it's going to be hard. But give it some time. He'll come around."
"Hmmmm..."
"Colin?!" Draco practically jumped as Colin let out a moan, his arm twitching.
"Colin? Are you ok?" Harry asked, holding a sopping wet Colin in his arms. Colin opened his eyes, feeling very disoriented.
"Harry? What's going on?" Colin asked, looking around him. They were no longer in the bathtub, but instead laid out on the floor.
"That bastard Malfoy kicked you!" Harry said, looking ahead of them. Colin looked past Harry to where he was looking.
Draco was on the other side of the room, pumping with the weights Colin conjured up. He wasn't puny anymore. In fact, he was gaining his muscles back at an alarming rate. His arms were the size of tree branches once more, his legs were all powerful. Even his manhood was back up to par. Hermione was standing close by, firing insults at him. But he blatantly ignored her.
Closing his eyes tightly, Colin thought really hard, and then opened them again. Now that he was fully clothed, he jumped up, racing over to Draco, Harry following from behind.
"Malfoy? What are you doing?" Colin cried out.
"What does it look like I'm doing, stupid?" Draco said, lifting the dumbbell over his head and down again.
"Stop that! You are not ready for this! You need to – "
"Stop trying to tell me when to do. Now that I have my bod back, I have no problems beating your ass." Draco said, leaning his head down and kissing his sweaty bicep.
"We made you lose your body once before. What makes you think we can't do it again?" Hermione said angrily, her arms crossed.
"Simple, Granger. I have equipment now. What do you have? Nothing!"
"It's pretty sad that you have to rely on equipment to do anything." Harry said.
"Doesn't matter whether it's sad or not. I can kick your asses either way. Keep talking though, we'll see whose laughing and whose crying from an ass-whooping!"
"You're going to eat those words, Malfoy!" Hermione yelled, turning to look at Colin desperately.
"Drop the weights now, and I might spare you, Malfoy!" Colin said threateningly. Colin thought Draco was actually going to drop the weights as he started laughing uncontrollably.
"Are you serious right now? You're going to spare me, are you? I'd love to see you try! Go ahead! It'll be interesting!" Draco said, watching Colin through his watering eyes.
"I don't know where my Draco went, but he would never treat me this way!" Colin yelled; his chest was heaving, his fists balled. He could hardly see straight, he was so infuriated with the clueless man in front of him. "I loved you! And you loved me back! You said it! I might have been unconscious when you said it, but I heard it!"
"That's where you're wrong, buddy. I could never love a little shit like you!" Draco said. He smiled as Colin's eyes started watering. "Hit a nerve, did I? Or did you finally realize how pathetic a loser you really are? That no one's going to take you seriously? You're nothing but a door mat, there when people need to wipe their feet. It's finally about time you realize how useless you really – ahhh!"
Colin snapped. He was so full of rage and blinded by hatred for the man in front of him. Without realizing what was going on, fire erupted all around them, but mostly around Draco, who dropped the dumbbell in fright. Using the element of surprise, Colin ran at Malfoy, and with the strength of a thousand men, he launched himself at Malfoy, knocking him down to the ground.
"Get the fuck off of me!" Draco cried, trying to push Colin off. But Colin had his legs wrapped tightly around Draco's waist.
"No! You're going to know what it's like to be vulnerable like everyone else!" Colin yelled. Staring intensely at the fire, he raised it higher and higher, nearly touching the ceiling. Colin could feel Draco starting to perspire underneath him. But still, he stuck his ground. Draco started coughing uncontrollably, turning his head this way and that.
"Call – *cough* call it *cough* off!" Draco coughed desperately. "Please! *cough* it's too hot in here!" He tried scooting out from under Colin, but it was no use. Colin watched Draco looking longingly at the icicles.
"I don't think so!" Colin said, staring hard at the ice. He watched Draco's face turn from longing to pure horror as his only salvation started melting before his eyes.
"No! No! Stop it!" Draco's voice shrilled, his voice oscillating. He managed to buck Colin off and ran to the icicle, holding on to it for dear life.
"I'll be good! I promise!"
"Not a chance! I'm not falling for that again!" Colin yelled, running after him. He wrapped his arms around Draco, trying to pull him off. "Come help me, you two!" He yelled over his shoulder at Harry and Hermione. But there was no response. Turning his head, he found he was by himself; it was all up to him now.
"Please, I'll do anything! No fooling this time!" Draco begged, trying not to lose his grip as Colin pulled harder and harder. Draco tried swinging his leg around the ice to get a better grip. But Colin was somehow much stronger. He looked at the ice imploringly. "Please! Help me!"
"You're fucking pathetic!" Colin yelled, grabbing on to Draco's other leg as he tried to wrap it around the ice.
"No! I can't let you do this!" Draco screeched, his nails digging into the ice as Colin continued to pull. Looking around, Draco found a shard of ice, picked it up, and tried stabbing Colin's hand.
"You've gone mental!" Colin yelled out.
"Just leave me alone, Colin! Please! I need this ice! Just leave me this ice and I'll stop!"
"Enough of your lies! I will not be fooled by you anymore!" Colin screamed at the top of his lungs, finally succeeding in wrenching Draco off the melting ice. They both fell backwards, landing hard on the ground.
"But I'm telling the truth! Honestly! You've got to give me a second chance – "
"I've given you more chances than you deserve!" Colin yelled, as Draco tried to stand up. But Colin beat him to it, and with incredible strength, he bent down and lifted Draco up.
"Ahh! Put me down! Put me down this instant!" Draco screamed, flailing about in Colin's arms.
"Oh I'll put you down, all right!" Colin yelled, walking over to the bathtub.
"No! No more water! Please! I don't need a bath!"
"I'm going to scrub you until you fucking bleed!" Colin screamed, dropping Draco into the bath with a big splash. Draco sunk beneath the bubbles before popping back up, gasping for air.
"Colin – no Colin, please! I'll give you anything! Just name it!" Draco screamed as Colin hopped in the bath as well – fully clothed – and sat on Draco, holding a loofa full of soap.
"There's nothing you could possibly give me that'll change my mind!" Colin yelled, beyond angry. He felt a little light-headed, in fact. He had to briefly close his eyes to prevent himself from blacking out.
"You're wrong! I have loads of things! I have riches – I have power – I have –"
"Why don't you fucking understand anything I say, you pertinacious douchbag?! It's not about your wealth! It never has been!" Colin yelled, attacking Draco's body with the loofa, making sure to scrub as hard as he possibly could.
"Oww! OWW! You're scrubbing too hard! Fine, fine, no riches! Sex, though! You said you loved the sex!" Draco cried out, trying to throw Colin off him as he started attacking his neck mercilessly.
"I'm not looking for a one-night stand!" Colin yelled, closing his eyes briefly once more as he felt another urge to pass out.
"But I'll bottom this time! Please! I know you've always wanted to be in charge – "
"AHHHH!" Colin cried out, attacking the back of Draco's neck. "You fucking moron! Am I speaking another fucking language?!"
"Just let me love you! I can make things better!" Draco pleaded.
"No you fucking won't!" Colin yelled, nearly passing out. But he didn't care. He needed to say this. "You're saying all this to better yourself! You've never loved me! This is just to get the shit you want until the people you use are no longer valuable to you, and then you just dump them! Is that what you're going to do to me? Is it?!" Colin screamed in Draco's face.
But he didn't give Draco a chance to answer. He didn't want to hear anything Draco had to say – he knew it would all be lies, every single one of them. Instead, Colin attacked Draco's face, scrubbing the disgusting look of desperation off. Draco's screams were muffled by the loofa; Colin felt temporary relief at this as he was getting a severe headache from everything.
Draco tried beating Colin on the back, not being able to speak. It was then Colin realized he was completely suffocating Draco. Without giving it a second thought, he applied more pressure to the loofa, blocking any air access completely for Draco.
Draco's movements were becoming more frantic, trying to push Colin off. But they soon started losing strength, until pushing became weak slaps, to the occasional twitch, until Draco moved no more.
Breathing heavily, Colin got up, dropping the loofa. Not caring he was sopping wet, he hopped out of the tub and walked across the room, completely disregarding Draco's lifeless body in the bathtub. Colin felt extremely exhausted – he just wanted to curl up on the floor and sleep forever. Colin walked to the left hand corner of the room, found a perfect spot to lay down. He barely had enough time to curl into himself before he completely succumbed to the blackness.
"Colin?"
"Let me go!" Colin said, trying to move his body.
"Colin, wake up."
"Please, just let me go!" He couldn't feel his body; he was starting to freak out.
"Colin, open your eyes."
Colin could feel someone hugging him to their chest. Although it felt comforting, he could feel no warmth. "Please," Colin sobbed as he tried to move.
"Colin, it's me, Draco! Just open your eyes." Colin felt a warm hand slipping into his own. "I'm not going to leave you."
"Can you promise that?" Colin asked, starting to shake; he felt as though the temperature dropped ten degrees.
"I promise, Col. I'm here for you."
Colin didn't say anything, but continued laying there. Was this still a dream? Or was he really back?
"Col?"
Colin suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his eyes flew open. His chest was heaving, as though he had run a marathon. He felt an uncomfortable gurgling in his stomach; he felt the bile traveling up his throat – he flipped over on all fours and threw up.
"It's ok, babe, it's ok. I'm here," Draco said, rubbing Colin's back soothingly. Colin was heaving, trying not to get sick again. He slowly sat up, wiping the tears out of his eyes. He could feel cold sweat pouring down his face and back. Draco was sitting by his side, holding his hand. He looked worried.
"Are you ok? How are you feeling?" Draco asked, searching Colin's eyes, which had changed almost drastically. His pupils had gotten bigger, the black becoming more prominent. Where his iris was once blue had become pure white – but where there was once white was now ringed a dark gray with a slight tinge of blue. It almost gave Colin a demonic sort of look.
Colin just watched Draco watching him. He knew he wasn't dreaming anymore – but was this really Draco? His Draco? But then again, he couldn't help but think of what that awful dream Draco said – that he never really loved him. That he was just a stepping stone in his success. How much truth were in those statements? He looked down at the hand holding his and suddenly felt a rush of anger boiling in his stomach. He wrenched his hand out of Draco's, who looked startled.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked, searching Colin's face, which looked grayer than before.
"What – what have you done to me?!" Colin screamed as he looked at his graying hands. They started shaking as he realized what happened.
"What I have done to you?" Draco asked, confusedly. "I haven't done anything –"
"You made me do this! You made me go through this! You made me get my soul savagely ripped from my body! Now look at me! I'm not even human anymore!" Colin looked up at Draco in a deranged sort of way.
"Whoa! That is not true! First of all, I did not make you do this –"
"Bull shit!" Colin interrupted.
"Now everyone just calm down!"
Colin jumped as Narcissa Malfoy stepped from her hiding place in the corner. She was glaring at the two of them, her arms folded over her chest. Colin turned to Draco, rage filling him. "What the fuck is she doing here?!"
"Excuse me? She's my mother! She has every right to be here!" Draco yelled standing up, so that he was towering over Colin. "She helped me get through this!"
"Get through what? Trying to kill me?!" Colin yelled back, also jumping to his feet.
"Kill you? Wha – I wasn't trying to kill you, Colin! She helped me keep you safe! I was trying to save you – "
"Save me?! Look at me! I'm not even fucking human anymore! I'm – " Colin started, but Draco spoke over him.
"And did you really think you would still be fully human after this? You're splitting your soul! What did you think that would entail?" Draco asked.
"Well it doesn't matter now! It's done! You've ruined me!" Colin yelled, trying to gather some energy to stand up.
"Ruined you? How do you figure?" Draco asked, confused.
"You used me! That's what's wrong!" Colin yelled. But he suddenly got extremely dizzy and despite his anger, he reached out for Draco to steady himself. But he refused to sit down and instead stood there with his eyes closed and bent over, trying to get his bearings.
"Garvey, you need to sit down," Narcissa said sternly. "You're doing too much – "
"Don't tell me what to do!" Colin yelled his eyes still closed. He retched a bit, grasping onto Draco's shoulder harder. "And my name is Creevey, you dumb bitch!"
"Don't you dare speak to me in such a way!" Narcissa yelled, taking a step forward.
"Mother, maybe it's best if you give us a moment," Draco said, looking at her expectantly.
"Draco dear, I really think – "
"Please?" Draco asked, looking at he imploringly.
Narcissa looked at Draco, wanting to say something. She knew Draco was stubborn and that he would keep arguing until he got his way. She gave a dejected sigh and said, "Very well. I'll have one of the house elves come and bring tea in a bit." And with that said, she left the tent. Draco turned back to Colin.
"What are you talking about, Col? Used you for what?" Draco asked, confused.
"Like you don't know! You used me for all your stupid missions! Making me do all your dirty work while you sat back and reaped all the benefits!" Colin said, slowly straightening up and opening his eyes; he no longer felt dizzy, but his head felt like it weighed a ton.
"Are even listening to yourself? How could you possibly think that?" Draco asked. "Where is this coming from?"
"The Horcrux showed me everything! It showed me who you truly are! Because I'm clearly too stupid to figure it out myself, isn't that right?"
"You know I don't think that, Colin – "
"I'm not sure I do know! I'm not sure I even know you anymore!" Colin yelled, ripping himself away from Draco.
"Col, that thing is trying to trick you! It plays with your mind! None of it is real!" Draco yelled exasperatedly.
"Then it's just like you! You're the one who tricks people! You did to me in the dream! You tried getting me away from Harry – "
"Harry? Wait, Harry Potter?"
"You tried using me, saying you wanted to do all these sexual things to me just so you didn't have to take a bath – " Colin ranted on, not listening to anything Draco was trying to say.
"A bath? Colin, what are you - are you even listening to what you're saying – "
"But I could see right through your pathetic exterior!" Colin shouted, pointing at Draco, who was looking at Colin as though he were truly deranged. "You're nothing but a weakling! Hanging on to ice, begging others to help you get shit you don't even deserve – "
"Ice? What the shit are on?" Draco asked, now looking at Colin with extreme concern.
"The ice, Malfoy! The ice you were hanging on to because you're nothing but a sweaty fuck who can't contain the heat – you're nothing but a pig – "
"Malfoy? Since when – you know what, it doesn't matter! I'm not a pig – "
"Sure could have fooled me! With your grunting and oinking everywhere – "
"Colin, seriously – "
"And the stench! You smelled like you belonged to a fucking barn!"
"Colin!" Draco shouted in extreme frustration. He walked up and grabbed Colin by the shoulders and shook him. "Get ahold of yourself!"
"Let go of me! You might have been strong before, but you're not now! I had to fucking bathe you myself, like you were some – some child! You're weak – "
"I am NOT weak – " Draco started angrily. But Colin interrupted him again, ripping himself out of Draco's grasp once more.
"Yes, yes you are! You're too busy coasting off other people's accomplishments to make a name for yourself – "
"Fuck you, Colin! You know very well none of that is true! You need to stop and pay attention to what's really going on! That Horcrux was trying to trick you! That's what it thinks, not what I think!" Draco screamed.
"You know what? It doesn't even matter! I know what you really think of me! You think I'm nothing but a stupid little mudblood who doesn't deserve the same rights as you!" Colin shouted, pushing Draco out of his way. Draco stumbled backward, just barely catching himself from falling to the ground.
"Colin! Where do you think you're going! You're not well enough!" Draco yelled as Colin made his way to the front of the tent.
"I'll show you! I'll show you I'm worth more than you're entire existence! It's you who doesn't deserve me!" Colin ripped open the tent flaps, storming out, Draco following close by.
"Colin, please! Please stop! Just hear me out!" Draco cried out.
"Why the hell should I?!" Colin cried over his shoulder. He had no idea where he was going, all he knew was he wanted to be as far away as he could from. Draco.
"Because I love you!"
"Bull shit! It's all just a ploy – " Colin suddenly felt extremely dizzy. There was nothing to hold on to as he tumbled down to the ground, landing hard on his side.
"Colin!" Draco yelled out, running over to him. Colin tried to sit up – but even the smallest of movements made him see stars. "Colin, here, let me help you – "
"Get away from me!" Colin yelled, kicking out at Draco as he tried to lift him. Colin flipped over on his stomach, determined to get as far away from Draco as he could, even if it meant crawling.
"You need to come back inside! You're not well enough! You wouldn't be saying all this if you just had a little bit more rest!" Draco yelled, bending down to try and flip Colin over. He managed to seize him around waist and pick him up, but only just; Colin flopped around in his arms like a fish, trying to get back down.
"What the hell?!" Draco yelled angrily as Colin succeeded, landing hard on the ground once more. He stood up, ignoring the stars swimming into his vision once more. Still backing away, he glared at Draco, who was taken aback by the fierceness in his eyes.
"I don't need to rest! Just leave me alone!"
"Not a chance! You need to rest. And then we need to talk about all this –" Draco started, trying to calm down, holding out his hand for Colin to take.
"We don't need to talk about anything! All you do is spew lies! And I've been stupid enough to believe them!"
"You're not stupid! And I haven't been lying to you! I love you – what can I do to prove that to you?" Draco asked desperately.
"You only love yourself!" Colin yelled, blinking his eyes furiously, trying to rid them of tears. "Why did you really want to be with me? I know it wasn't because you loved me! You don't have the ability!"
"Don't you dare say that!" Draco yelled back, his fists balling in anger. "I may not be as open about certain things, but that does not mean I don't know how to love!"
Colin could see the tears forming in Draco's eyes. "You've been caught in the act, Malfoy. That's what all this is about. You're disappointed that I'm no longer part of your game – because I quit Draco! I don't want to do this anymore!"
"No, Colin, please!" Draco cried, the tears now pouring freely from his eyes. "Please don't say that! None of this is true! Just give me a chance! Please!" Draco took another tentative step forward; Colin took another step back.
"I'm sorry. I just don't think I have the energy to trust you anymore." Colin said, all of a sudden feeling emotionally drained. It was as though he had just given Draco the death sentence; he fell to his knees, his head hanging, tears cascading down his face.
Flashes of the smug Draco kept cropping up in Colin's vision, followed by the echoes of Draco's taunts, his mistrustful seduction, the pettiness. He wanted to believe Draco – for things to go back as they were before – but he had to admit, he was scared; scared to trust, scared to put all his emotions into this one basket, scared of getting hurt. He watched as Draco completely broke down. This wasn't the Draco from the dream; he wasn't using his physique to get him back, nor his riches to entice him. But then again, this wasn't the Draco he grew to love; the display of what he called weakness, the heart-felt emotions. Despite it all, Colin did everything in his power to not break down himself. Instead, he used that rush to steady his voice and said, "Why did you really want to be with me?"
Looking up, Draco wiped his eyes on his sleeve and sniffled. "I told you – because you're the only person that truly understands me. You don't make me feel like a total failure –"
"So my being a lesser person makes you feel better?" Colin spat out, his heart skipping a beat at this.
"No! No, you're misconstruing what I'm saying!" Draco said, shaking his head in annoyance. "What I mean is that you're the only person that has ever believed in me. You helped me realize my true potential by pushing me like no others had. And even when I constantly put you down – Merlin only knows why you stayed with me after that – you would still help me. And I've always admired you for that."
Colin just glared at him. "And how do I know this isn't another one of your lies?"
"Col, please," Draco's voice wavered, his bottom lip trembling. While still on his knees, he scooted closer to Colin, who stood his ground this time. "I haven't been lying to you. Please, let me just show you!"
"No! Why should I give you the chance? You're just like every other Death Eater! Spewing lies to try and benefit themselves! Well not anymore! I'm done! I'm done with you, Malfoy!" Colin yelled, turning around once more.
"Colin – what, no! Please!" Draco yelled, reaching his hand out once more, but only encountering air. "Please! I can give you everything! Everything you could ever want!"
"You think I want your money?" Colin asked, outraged. "There's nothing your money can buy that I want!"
"Alright then sex! C'mon baby, you have to miss the sex!" Draco smiled in a sad attempt to woo him.
WHAM!
Colin punched Draco in the face as hard as he could. Draco toppled over on his back, a hand on his eye.
"What the fuck was that for?!" Draco asked angrily, sitting up.
"You haven't changed a bit! You talk about wanting to prove yourself, prove that you love me, but all you've managed to do was prove what a total asshole you are!" Colin yelled, his fist still raised.
"Asshole? I offer you riches and sex and I'm the asshole?" Draco asked indignantly.
"That's not what love is about! Haven't you learned anything from our relationship? In our entire year of being together, have I once asked you anything about money?" Colin asked Draco expectantly.
"No but, I figured you knew you'd get that with the relationship. That and power – "
WHAM!
Colin punched Draco on the side of the head once more. "Wrong answer!"
"Oww! The fuck, Colin?!" Draco held the side of his head in his palms, rocking back and forth. "God, can't you ever just tell me what I did wrong?"
"No, because then you'll never learn." Colin said agitatedly. "If that's all, I think I'll take my leave – "
"No wait! Please! I want to learn! I want to learn to be better! For you – "
"Draco, you can't just learn love! It has to be felt from within!" Colin said, pointing at his chest. "I mean, did you even feel anything when we were together? I mean really feel anything other than I'm your pants?"
"Felt anything? Are you kidding me? Of course I have! No, not just in my pants," Draco added as Colin gave him a skeptical look. "Seriously. When I'm with you, I feel this sort of – sort of flutter in my stomach, as though there's something buzzing around in there. When we kiss, it's as though we've created new stars out in space. The simplest touch from you sends shivers all over my body. When I look into your eyes, I see this sweet, innocent person trying to find his way in the world. And when I saw you beating the shit out of the Granger, I saw how much you grew out of your shell and into something even greater. Colin – I love you, and I'm sorry I didn't say anything of this before. I just wanted you to see me as this tough guy, rather than a hopeless romantic."
Colin didn't say a thing during Draco's little speech. This whole time – and Colin didn't realize Draco had felt this way. On the one hand, he was angry that Draco didn't say any of this – how better things would have been had they been open! But on the other hand, Colin admired Draco; Draco was used to people seeing the harshness, used to seeing him as the rich kid who had everything handed to him. But Colin got to know him, I think this really is the real him, Colin thought.
He watched as Draco got closer, extending his hands towards him. Colin just raised his eyebrows and folded his arms across his chest. He was still a little iffy about this – was it worth trying to trust again? Draco placed his hand gently on Colin's chin, who wrenched his face away. Draco sighed and tried to put his hand on Colin's lower back; again Colin wrenched himself out of Draco's grasp. Draco bit his lip at this – he looked hurt. Colin reached out and put his hand on Draco's left cheek. Draco looked up and they stared at each other for a moment before Draco lifted his hand and gently placed it on Colin's.
Colin took a step closer and pulled Draco nearer, so that they were forehead to forehead. Colin felt Draco's warm breath on him, and it brought back memories – those wonderful memories they shared together, those times of closeness, where Draco made him feel secure. But Colin was the one in control now, not Draco. He slinked his arm around Draco's waist and gently pulled him closer and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Draco kissed back, but it wasn't aggressive in the least. In fact, Draco let Colin lead, which was new for him.
Colin wrapped both arms around Draco's lower back; Draco draped his arms around Colin's neck. Colin slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth – he massaged his tongue with his own, wrapping around it. He could feel Draco smiling, and Colin couldn't help but to do the same. He pulled Draco closer – his heart skipped a beat at the feeling. The Horcruxes might have taken part of their souls, but they didn't take their love burning deep within their hearts. For love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart, and the senses and was never embedded in the soul.
