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Oliver
How I wish the holidays would never end. I hate being back here, in that old and cold castle. I hate not being able to see or touch Draco whenever I want to. It's really infuriating. And having to teach those pesky first and second years- I mean how hard it is to learn how to fly a bloody broom?! But enough ranting, I'm here and there's nothing I can do about it.
I was sitting in my office on Monday morning sorting papers, not because I really needed to but because it gave me something to do while I was passing the time till my first class, when the door silently opened and in slipped my blond imp. I raised an eyebrow at him and he gave me a devious smile before walking over to my desk and settling himself comfortably in my lap.
"Hey lovely, what are you doing here?" I asked curiously, though as long as he kept kissing me like that I didn't honestly care.
"I had a free period and I was bored, so I thought I'd drop by and molest you for a bit." Well, you won't be hearing any complaints from me... I was contemplating scooping him in my arms and take him to my room for a little tumble when a knock on the door was heard. We both groaned in frustration, why does it always happen? Can't we have a couple of minutes all to ourselves? Maybe I should put on a sign like they do in hotels- "Snogging session udergoing, do not disturb!" Draco would just love it.
Draco slid off my lap and trudged his way to my room while I went to the door ready to scold and snap at anyone standing on the other side only to be shocked into a gaping silence when I saw who it actually was.
"C-Charlie?" I had to blink a couple of times to make sure I was seeing right, but there wasn't much mistaking the red hair and the dragon hide boots. Charlie wasn't much bothered with my shock and leaned against the doorframe comfortably,
"Hello love, missed me much?" He said with all the cocky assurance that I would fall into his arms again, but not this time! Not ever again, I'm through with abusive relationships.
"What are you doing here?" I said in the hardest tone I could summon right now- which probably wouldn't have frightened a flabberworm but gave me a flimsy grasp of control over things.
"Came over to give Hagrid a little hand with his Care of Magical Creatures class," He answered with a shrug, "Seventh year are studying dragons this term." He pushed himself off the doorframe and made to move into the room but I blocked his way,
"You shouldn't be here, you need to leave." I said firmly focusing on the spot where his skin ended and the collar of his T-shirt began. As long as I don't cave in and look him in the eye I'm full in my element here, yes I am.
"Oh, come on Ollie, this is not the tune you sang when we last met." He drawled and I bit my lip, damn it, he's using the sexy voice again- this is hardly fair.
"That was a mistake!"
"Was it now? Because I distinctly remember you were spreading 'em quite eagerly. Begging me to do you good and hard." Oh, that's just evil, and completely unfair of him to say. Taking advantage of my fragile state back in Berlin hardly counts for spreading my legs eagerly. Merlin how I wanted to punch him at that moment, punch that stupid smirk right off that chiselled jaw, hear that superior nose cracking… Too bad Dragon tamers are much tougher than ex-professional Quidditch player turned teachers.
"Charlie, please leave, you can't be here, this isn't appropriate." Yeah, that'll show him!
"Fine, I get it," He said with widening smirk and spread his hands in mock-defeat, "You have to keep face in front of the school and all. I'm staying at the Three Broomsticks for the week, Room four. If you're smart, you'll find me." He added a little wink and walked down the corridor with all the superiority of a man who knows he has won. I narrowly avoided slamming the door shut, just to vent out some frustration, but this is Hogwarts after all and I bet if I did slam the door a bunch of people would come to see if something was wrong.
Well, that was a mood killer if ever I saw one… and now I have to go talk to Draco, who no doubt heard the whole thing and is about to explode.
I took a steadying breath as I put my hand on the doorknob and closed my eyes briefly. Come on Wood, you can do it, quick and simple like pulling off a band-aid, quick and painless… I opened the door silently and watched Draco pacing in agitation the length of the room before he turned and saw me standing in the doorway. He stopped mid stride and looked at me, his face showing a whole spectrum of negative feeling, from fear to anger to contempt.
"Who was that?" His voice was sharp and hard and I walked to the bed and sat down heavily, so much for quick and simple.
"Charlie."
"Charlie who?"
"Charlie Weasley." I heard his breath catch at the name, but whether because it was because of the name Weasley or more I couldn't tell,
"And what, prey, is Charlie bloody Weasley doing here?" I sighed, and patted the bed next to me,
"Sit down Draco, there's something I need to tell you." Draco looked at me suspiciously, not moving from his spot next to the door,
"Do I want to know?" Probably not, but hey- you don't have a choice.
"Draco, please." He took his time, knowing he didn't want to hear more but unable to resist knowing what was going on. He lowered himself to the bed cautiously, his posture rigid and he looked ready to spring up and bolt at any second. I couldn't really blame him; I'd probably be the same way if it wasn't my room. I looked at him for a long moment weighing my options, how to breach the subject, because suddenly all words fled me, and what was left was, "I… I slept with Charlie, in Berlin." And that is a wrong thing to say in just about 99 per cents of cases. Draco looked down at his hands for a long time,
"I see." He finally said without lifting his eyes to meet mine, not that I think I could handle it if he did,
"Draco…"
"What do you want me to say? That I'm glad?"
"It was a mistake, I was drunk!" I said desperately, fuck Eva is right, I should find some sort of spell that prevents you from saying stupid things to people you care about.
"Oh, because that makes it all fine and dandy, right?"
"I'm sorry."
"Well, you should be." He snapped and that provoked my instinct to fight,
"Excuse me; I seem to recall you weren't all that innocent back at the day!" I said loudly and Draco jumped up from the bed, looking raged and righteous at the same time,
"I never slept with Michael!" He yelled and started pacing again, "Charlie Weasley, of all people." He grumbled to himself,
"What's wrong with Charlie? I'll have you know he's quite an amazing…" Why, why do I say these things? I'm seriously considering having a permanent mouth shutting procedure, if such a thing exists,
"Merlin and all his bloody knights! I do not want to know this!" He cried and covered his ears dramatically. By now we were both on our feet yelling at each other and proving yet again that this is what we're best at. "So what's the deal with the Weasel? Is he another ex I should know of?"
"We had a thing the summer before I started seventh year." I said quietly, somewhat deflated of anger,
"That's just brilliant! And when were you planning on telling me?"
"It was over four years ago. It meant nothing!"
"Berlin, Oliver! You lied to me!" He shouted, pointing his finger accusingly at me, "You said you didn't sleep with anyone."
"No, I said it was none of your business." What the hell is wrong with me?!
"Brilliant, just brilliant." Draco muttered as he continued to pace the room, indignation rolling off him in waves.
"I'm sorry, I had no idea that Charlie would show up here looking for quick shag." I nearly pleaded, because I was feeling really low right now, even though technically I didn't do anything wrong because technically we weren't together at the time. But then again, technicality was always much too overrated anyway.
"Are you going to go to him?"
"No, of course not!" What the hell?
"I don't know, seem like you're quite eager to spread 'em!" I cannot believe he just said that… It took me a few seconds until the shock dissipated somewhat from my system before I pointed a shaky finger at the door,
"Get out!" I breathed through clenched teeth. Yes, I was in the wrong here and I messed up big but that last comment was so unfair and so uncalled for!
I was so angry right then that if Draco didn't do exactly as I said I'm afraid I might have hit him, because between him and Charlie Weasley I was rapidly deteriorating to a state of mindless fury. When I heard the bang of the outer door I took a deep breath to calm myself, only then realizing how tightly I was holding myself and grabbed my broom. I had at least half an hour to work out some of that rage before the kids show up.
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Draco
Oh, that's just brilliant. Less than 24 hours back in school and we already managed to fight big time! And even though I was the one who initially was right about things I messed up royally when I let my anger and my big mouth take over.
Merlin, the look on Oliver's face… I thought he was going to hit me. And now I know that he would never talk to me again. Just Brilliant.
I wondered around the corridors of the castle, trying to remember where I was suppose to be, until Pansy found me somewhere near Moaning Myrtle toilet and took me with her outside, apparently we have Care of Magical Creatures right now.
"Draco, what's wrong?" Well, isn't this the question of the century…
"Nothing, I'm fine." Oh, what a lie. Nothing and fine is as far as you can get from how I feel right now.
"Talk to me sweetie." She pleaded and I sighed,
"Talking is what got me in this mess in the first place." We reached the giant's hut and stood apart from everyone else. I watched my classmates flocking in, chattering and still exchanging holiday's stories. I could have been one of those, I should have been one of them, but no, I opened my big mouth and that's going to cost me- maybe even at the price of my relationship… Oh, gods I shudder to even think that.
"Draco, tell me."
"Oliver slept with someone in Berlin." I said with a flat tone, unable to muster any righteous indignation about this. Besides, I had Pansy to do that for me,
"No! Are you serious? Bloody bastard! I hope you gave him the boot!" She whispered hotly, like a true friend should, and I was glad that she was so firmly at my corner, but the idea of giving Oliver the boot was giving me heartache.
"More like he gave it to me…" Pansy looked like she was about to explode with rage and that made me feel marginally better, but I felt like I should explain further before she decided to go and hex Oliver to oblivion, because I know she can. "I said something I shouldn't have and he kicked me out of his room. Gods, Pans, I thought he might hit me… he was so mad." Pansy tightened her jaw and placed a calming hand on my arm.
"Good morning class." We both looked up to see the beaming face of that oaf, Hagrid. Hell, you'd think that this pathetic teaching job was all that was going for him in his pathetic little gamekeeper's life. I felt Pansy's fingers slide down to lace with mine and was rather grateful for that. I gave her hand a little squeeze of thanks that turned into bone-crushing clutch when I saw the guest teacher strutting in, confident and arrogant in his stupid dragon hide boots and that macho look all about him. Bloody Charlie bloody Weasley.
I felt Pansy's gaze on me, wondering what the hell went wrong but I clenched my jaw and refuse to acknowledge her, focusing solely on the growing desire to hurt and maim and do horrible things to that smirking Weasel.
"This is Charlie Weasley, and he's here to teach you all about dragons." Hagrid announced cheerfully, like it was something to be happy about. Stupid dragons and stupid dragon tamers! Yes, I'm well aware of the irony here, but the truth is that despite my name I've never been overly fond of dragons. At least not live ones, especially not after the fourth year- when I finally saw what those beasts can do.
"Good morning class," Bloody Charlie bloody Weasley, even his voice is arrogant and annoying. "I just met Hagrid here when we were both in Berlin for the annual conference of regulations of dangerous magical creatures," I felt Pansy's hand squeezing me right back and I knew that my clever witch had put two and two together and got the right answer. "Anyway, Hagrid asked me to come and give you a little lecture about dragons, and since I was home for the holidays I figured, what the heck." What the heck indeed, come over to give lectures and ruin people's lives why don't you. I drew back, subconsciously pulling Pansy with me until I was standing in the shade of a large birch tree on the fringes of the group.
"Damn it Draco, your boyfriend sure know how to pick them. He's gorgeous."
"He's a Weasley." I chided her for being such a little hormonal tart when I'm obviously in crisis here.
"Right, sorry." She sounded rather sheepish but it didn't stop her from stretching her neck to get a better look at him. I could have told her that if he was shagging Oliver he probably wouldn't give a toss about her, but what's the point, really.
"What have you said to him?" The hiss came from behind me and caught me a little off guard. I turned to look at the inquiring glare of Michael and sighed inwardly- how does everyone know that I fought with Oliver in the space of an hour?
"Something I shouldn't have. About spreading them eagerly." I said morosely and that caught even Pansy's attention from the over-pleased-with-himself-for-no-apparent-reason Weasley.
"Why?"
"I don't know! It just slipped out and now he won't talk to me and I feel like a complete prick." My shoulders sagged and I just wanted to let go and slump on the hard ground and give in to my misery.
"Wait," Michael said in a highly confused tone, "What the hell are you talking about?" A little candle finally lit in the dark reaches of my brain and I realized that Michael couldn't possibly know about my fight with Oliver and that I just made a complete fool of myself,
"What are you talking about?" I asked suspiciously,
"What did you say to Harry?" I pulled my face in a grimace,
"Potter? Nothing, why would I say something to that git, we're hardly in speaking terms in the best of times." I snapped irritably, why the hell are we discussing Potter all of a sudden? Don't I have enough shit going on right now?
"Oh, well, I just thought…" Michael trailed uncertainly and then cleared his throat and straightened his posture, "Forget it, never mind." He turned to walk back to the class when Pansy stopped him with her hand on his shoulder,
"Not so fast, Corner, what the hell are you talking about?" Now my curiosity was also picked and we both watched as Michael scoffed his toe on the grass and studiously avoided our eyes,
"Harryaskedmeoutonadate." He blurted and I felt a smile tug at my lips,
"Potter finally got his head out of the sand and asked you out. And you come and shout at me?"
"I told you not to do anything!"
"And I didn't!"
"Then why the sudden change of heart? He sure didn't look like he was so interested in me before the holidays." Michael argued and I shrugged, how the fuck do I know what made that dolt change his mind,
"Maybe he talked to Oliver, they seemed quite chummy." Both Michael and I blinked and gaped at Pansy, who shrugged in a non-comitial manner, and I felt the sharp stub of pain again at the mention of Oliver's name, and averted my gaze.
"What's wrong with you?" Michael asked and I shook my head, turning and leaving the clearing without turning back, I've had enough torture for one day. I could dimly hear the voices of Pansy and Michael and even the booming voice of professor Hagrid as I picked up speed and ran towards the castle but I didn't stop until I was safely in my room again, sprawl on my bed, hard sobbing breaths tearing from my chest.
Seem like you're quite eager to spread 'em!
I… I slept with Charlie, in Berlin
This is not the tune you sang when we last met.
Begging me to do you good and hard.
Those lines seemed to have been permanently etched into my brain and they kept swirling over and over again, not giving me a moment's peace and driving me insane. The image of Oliver's face when I said those horrible words changed into a disturbing scene of him and Charlie Weasley in bed- Sodding Charlie fucking Weasley! This is not fair, all I ever wanted was Oliver to love me and be happy, and the more I know him the less I feel confident that I'm what's going to bring happiness into his life- despite of what Eva seems to think.
"Draco?" I groaned and tried to ignore the intruder but trust subtle hints to go right over Goyle's head.
"What?" I barked at him and he gave me a bored look, hardly impressed with my snappishness, long gone were the days when I could intimidate him and Vince into submission,
"Professor Hagrid says that you've lost ten points for Slytherin and that you have detention with him tonight." Brilliant- what would it be this time? Another trip to the Forbidden Forest to look for more beasts?
"Thank ever so, Greg. Now kindly fuck away." I waited until I heard the door close and buried my face in the pillow again. It took about three seconds for the door to open again, "Fuck Greg! I told you to leave!" I yelled and was about to hurl a pillow at him when I was confronted with the sly smirking face of none other than my godfather…
"Mr. Malfoy, I do hope that you have a reasonable explanation for your outrageous behaviour today." Snape drawled in that tone that always made me envious and I curled myself around the pillow I was holding and refused to look at him,
"I'm sorry sir." I mumbled meekly, well it got me out of trouble when I was a kid, who knows…
"I'm sure you are. Is there anything you would like to talk about?" He asked in a gentler tone and I shook my head, what am I going to say? That I ran away from class because I couldn't bare another minute in the presence of Charlie fucking Weasley? That I didn't trust myself not to lash out on him and try to cause some serious damage to those hideous freckles?
"No, I'm fine. I'm sorry." Snape sighed and turned towards the door,
"You'll be pleased to know that I persuaded professor Hagrid to let me take over your detention tonight. Be in the potions classroom after dinner." And then he left without waiting for my reply and I slumped back on the bed.
As it turned out the detention with Snape was only the first I managed to land myself in that week. They were piling in quite an alarming rate, and I didn't even want to begin thinking what would happen when my parents got word of it. It seemed that every teacher was out there to get me. Every teacher that is, except the one I so desperately needed to talk to. Oliver ignored me all week, hell he didn't even look at me at mealtimes. I contemplated going to his quarters a few times but thought better of it, if he wasn't sparing me a glance there was a very slim chance he would want to actually talk to me.
By the time the weekend rolled around Pansy was quite literally at her wit's end about my behaviour and decided as a last resort to drag me to Hogsmead along with the rest of the pesky castle inhabitants. I had little choice but to follow her as she made it very clear she would not take no for an answer, and when Pansy doesn't take a no for an answer, she really doesn't.
And so I found myself wondering through the little village, pointlessly gazing at the windows of the various stores, completely uninterested as Pansy dragged me to and fro with her, chatting her head off seemingly untouched by my silence. At one point we even saw Michael and Potter ambling about, while the rest of the Gryffindors looked ready to kill. Some part of me, which was still interested in the outside world, made a little note to catch Michael for a little chat about what was going on, but the rest of me just watched unimpressed.
"Come on, we're going to grab a butterbeer." She said and dragged me into the crowded Three Broomsticks. She somehow managed to snag a table for us and I sat down with a hollow thud and looked around me, bored out of my ears.
As usual the plebeian tavern was full of dull-minded students all chatting and cackling about the least interesting topics possible and I just drummed my fingers on the table trying to appease Pansy's mind before I would insist on going back to the castle. A sudden shock of red caught my eye and I immediately turned to watch the Weasel walk through the door, followed by his mudblood and the bigger Weasel. I turned my head and refused to look at the appalling sight instead downing the last of my butterbeer. This was just great! After having to endure the presence of the loathsome Charlie bloody Weasley in Care of Magical Creatures almost every other day this week, I now had to see him on my free time. I glared into my butterbeer bottle and muttered darkly, knowing full well that it made me sound insane and that Pansy was thoroughly enjoying herself.
A new voice and a sharp elbow to my ribs caught my attention at the same time and I raised my head to see my ignoring boyfriend waltzing in and heading straight for the Weasel's table. My fingers tightened around the bottle I was holding and I barely resisted the urge to toss it- whether at Oliver or the red menace I wasn't entirely sure. I watched Oliver carefully as the little bastard took a seat right next to Weasel, well, so much for his insistence that what happened in Berlin was a mistake. But when I saw that fucking peasant low life son of a bitch freckled sodding prat…. Thing! Weasley reaching his foot to hook it with Oliver's I just about had enough! If Oliver 'I'm a lying bastard and a wanking tart' Wood wanted to break up with me he should just come out and say it rather than put on that grotesque show!
I rose up from my seat, knocking over the bottles and sending cool butterbeer spraying all over Pansy and strode purposefully out of that stupid pub. I may not have a relationship anymore, but by Merlin's beard I still have my pride!
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Oliver
I'll kill him, I bloody swear it! I've spent a week of hell trying to avoid Charlie Weasley and now, he's got all the gall and the nerve in the bloody world to fucking play footsie with me under the bloody table, in a bloody public pub, no less! And just to ice the cake that was my week, Draco had to see the whole thing. Brilliant.
I didn't even want to come here, but Remus dragged me over, insisted I needed the fresh air- of course having been ambushed by Wayne Hopkins and his gods-awful questions and needing me as a smoke screen against the boy had nothing to do with it…
And so I found myself entering the Three Broomsticks, first noticing a sulking Draco, and next a ravenous Charlie. And since Remus was still clutching my arm, obviously trying to impersonate the Giant Squid I had little chance but to sit with the Gryffindor table. Too bad the only place left open was next to Charlie.
When Charlie decided that 'No' apparently means 'Go right ahead and ravish me why don't you' I heard the jingling of butterbeer bottles being upturned and a blur of pale yellow storming out of the pub. I really fucked this rather spectacularly and if I wish to still have some shot with Draco, I should probably gather all of my Gryffindor spunk and do something before it's too late (if it's not already).
"Fuck it Charlie, I already told you to leave me alone!" I hissed and resisted the urge to toss my drink in his face, because that's really girly and I'd feel like a complete pillock if I did. Instead I simply kicked him, hard, and then got up and left! Yeah, that'll show him.
I managed to catch up with Draco near the fence of the Shrieking Shack, he was trudging in the snow and kicking it rather furiously, sending arching sprays of the white stuff all over the place. When he caught sight of me he turned around and started striding in the other direction, right into the grove on the other side of Hogsmead.
"Draco, wait a second. It's not what you think, please, talk to me." I pleaded as I ran to catch up with him, grabbing his arm and spinning him around. His grey stormy eyes were blazing like silver blades, sharp and deadly,
"Oh, this is rich," He spat venomously and I swallowed hard, I had this coming, "You ignore me all week and now that I caught you play fucking footsie with the Weasel you want to talk. Fuck you Wood."
"I wasn't playing fucking footsie!" I cried indignantly, I really wasn't, damn you Charlie Weasley!
"Than what the hell were you doing in there?" He asked bitterly and dare I believe, a little hopefully?
"Coming after you! Look, Draco, I'm really sorry about this whole business." I ran a hand through my hair and sighed deep, shaking my head, "Bullocks, this is not how I wanted to start this term."
"How did you want to start it?" Draco asked in a softer voice, looking almost sheepish,
"I was hoping for a little more bed time with you and a lot less… Weasley." I said a little slyly, not sure I'm in the clear, but defiantly getting there.
"Well, don't we all." Draco said with a little dry chuckle. We stood in that freezing grove for almost two minutes without saying a word to each other, Draco was borrowing deeper into his winter cloak and I scoffed my toe in the snow, before saying quietly, pleadingly,
"I'm really sorry." Draco sighed and gave me a little smile,
"I know, me too. I had no right to say what I did."
"No you didn't, but I forgive you." I said graciously and Draco raised an amused eyebrow at me,
"Why thank you."
"You're welcome. You want to head back to the Three Broomsticks?" Draco looked over at the direction of the pub, weighing his options, before he shook his head,
"No, I'm going back to the school."
"Can I walk with you?"
"Are you sure it's a good idea?" I knew what he meant but it still gave me a little pang to think that he might not completely forgive me, but I decided to let it slide and answered cheerfully,
"I walked over here with Hopkins who just kept going on and on about how Quidditch had turned into a greedy money making machine. You can't possibly be worse."
"Alright." He finally consented with a… could it be? Yes folks- We have a smile! Yes!
We started making our way back to the school, but for that we had to pass through the busy centre of the village and I desperately tried to come up with 'safe' subjects to talk about,
"So, how are the preparations for your first game are going?"
"Alright I guess." He shrugged, probably not the topic he had in mind for our make-up chat, "Though I heard the referee is a real flamer so I might try working my masculine charms on him…" He added with a sly wink that actually made me blush, damn he's a hot sassy little minx,
"Shouldn't you be working those on the snitch?"
"Not as responsive…" I bet…
"Figures." I cannot believe I'm actually managing to converse civilly with Draco, trudging our way through the snow when all I want is to jump his bones and shag him right here in the snow, the entire student population of Hogwarts be damned! Focus Wood, at least until you get back to you room! "But you are taking this game seriously, aren't you?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I know what you think of Hufflepuff."
"Oh, you do now?"
"Draco, everyone knows what you think of Hufflepuff." Draco shrugged,
"They're a bunch of good for nothing, blabbering idi…" Git!
"Stop that! I don't really want to hear this. I happen to like them."
"Gryffindor." He said with a rather convincing roll of his eyes,
"And proud of it!" You need to know how to handle these slithering Slytherins! Draco paused and chewed on his lip for a little while and I sensed a heavy question making its way over and tried to brace myself,
"Did you ever sleep with a Hufflepuff?" Now, what sort of question is that?
"Draco, Do you really want to know?"
"No, but tell me anyway."
"No."
"No- you didn't sleep with any Hufflepuff, or no- you don't want to tell me?"
"Yes I did and no I don't want to talk about it!" Happy now? Snooping little tyke,
"How about Ravenclaw?" I sighed, we are not really having this conversation, are we?
"Draco, I really don't want to talk about my wayward youth!"
"Why not? Don't you think I have a right to know?" Oh, that's rich! You also want a list of everyone who ever gave me a blowjob at some seedy club's bathroom? Everyone who ever groped me? Let's not get over ourselves here, shall we?
"Frankly? No I don't. All you need to know is that you're the only one I'm shagging right now and that there isn't anyone I've slept with residing in the castle at the moment." Draco and I stared at each other, stubbornly trying to will the other to back down, but eventually Draco dropped his gaze and pushed open the heavy oaken front doors and I just realized we got back to the castle, well, doesn't time fly when you're having fun?
"Fair enough, I guess." He mumbled and I touched his arm softly, because I couldn't well grab him and hold him close in the middle of the freeging Entrance Hall,
"You need to learn to trust me." He let out a soft chuckle and patted my hand on his arm, a clear sign that said, I'd return you virtual hug if we weren't in the middle of the freeging Entrance Hall,
"I do trust you; it's Weasley I don't trust." Now it was my turn to crack a smile, and I even went as far as a grin- the air finally cleared again and I could breath more freely, and stir us very cunningly towards my room,
"Don't worry about him; he's leaving in a couple of days. I can handle him." Yes, I have been doing a splendid job so far… Haven't I? "Look, what happened in Berlin was a huge mistake," Colossal, gigantic, enormous mistake, "and it's never going to happen again."
"It better not, I'd hate to go to Azkaban for a Weasel slaughter." Ok, I know I'm sappy and sentimental but you too would jump your boyfriend if he ever said something as cute as this! When we finally surfaced (not by our choice but due to lack of bloody air), I whispered in his hair,
"I would to, probably." Draco placed his head on my shoulder and sighed happily, his arms wound tight around my waist. Well, if you think I'm going to pass out this chance… then you're poorly mistaken! Now that we finally made it safely back to my rooms, "You know what the best bit after a fight is?" I purred in his ear and felt him shudder against me,
"I'm sure you're going to tell me." It's really amazing how he can still pull this innocent act after all these months…
"Why don't I show you instead?" I said and without waiting for his answer I simply picked him up and was about to carry him to my bedroom, but he started squirming and struggling to get free,
"Ah, no, Ollieee, put me down!" I pouted at him, don't tell me you don't want this just as much as I do! As soon as Draco managed to get his feet safely back on the ground he gave me an apologetic smile, "I'll come willingly, I just don't want you to hurt yourself." Huge grin, meltdown, brain shutdown. I can't get enough of him, I simply can't.
Draco led the way to the bedroom and pulled me to the bed on top of him. We snogged for a bit, just re-confirming that everything was cool again, but after three weeks of constant touch and one week of no touch this wasn't anywhere near enough. With a soft command and swish of wand our clothes were gone- isn't magic a wonderful thing?
It was the first time I got to see Draco's new addition and for a long moment I could do very little but stare. The little gold ring resting on his chest, caressing his nipple lovingly and just begging to be teased and tasted. I felt Draco's fingers running over the tattoo on my hip but it wasn't nearly as important as the sight in front of me, and I leaned forward and gently pulled that sweet appendage that was mocking me between my lips. Oh, yes, just as I thought- the reaction was instantaneous, a soft moan, an arching back and best of all, that delicate swell of a filling cock, right there against my thigh.
"You taste so good." I purred and continued my ministering over his chest, going up and down with my lips but always coming back to that ring- it was as if it was calling me to it.
"Fuck, Ollie, stop teasing me…" He begged breathlessly, and I tore myself from his torso with difficulty, before lowering my head and body to his neglected erection. Naturally by now he was near bursting and so I didn't waste any time and took his beautiful penis in my mouth. I glanced up to see his head drop back, eyes shot and the most debauched expression on Draco's face and that gave me a little idea- just a little something I like to call- attack at all fronts.
I gently sucked my finger into my mouth alongside his cock before tracing his balls lightly and then his perineum, before I reached my goal. Draco's body was convulsing again when he felt the gentle intrusion at his anus and I couldn't help but smirk to myself, and now for the final ingredient to be added… With my free hand I reached up and ever so lightly tugged at his nipple-ring. With a mighty arching of his back Draco came undone, spilling and gushing his release inside my mouth, his moans echoing off the walls so loudly that for a moment I was afraid it was heard all over the castle grounds.
I gave Draco's softening cock one last swirl of my tongue and moved up to kiss him. He was barely conscious it seemed and returned my kiss only half heartedly and I realized that my ingenious plan has just backfired at me since Draco was in absolutely no state to return the favour. So I had to take care of business myself, not that I cared much because just the sight of a post-orgasmic Draco could have made even Snape come (Argh, not a welcome mental image… Great job Wood, you git!).
After I came, groaning Draco's name I cleaned us both and pulled Draco into my arms. The boy was half asleep by now but I didn't care. It was the best Saturday I had in years!
A/N: I don't hate Charlie Weasley, but apparently they do.
