Warnings: unbeta'd. The usual from the last two chapters.

Third POV

Draco grunted in annoyance as Pansy Parkinson latched into his arm like the overgrown leech that she was. The common room had a lot of space but no, she just had to sit by him and make him uncomfortable. He glared at her, but she didn't seem to get the message, so he had just let her be. No use crying over spilled milk. Casting a quick tempus, he thanked whatever god existed that it was time to meet up with Potter. He couldn't believe that meeting up with the Golden boy was actually useful for once.

Shrugging Pansy off his arm, he grabbed his bag and glided out of the common room. He had agreed to meet up with Potter everyday after curfew to work on their project and maybe take turns caring for the blasted thing. Not that he cared, but if he wanted to survive in Malfoy manor, his grades had to be nothing short of perfection. He subconsciously rubbed his left arm and then pulled away like he was burned. No use bothering about his mission now. It would only bring him anxiety.

He walked down the corridor and waited just as instructed in front of the portrait of that Barmy guy he couldn't recall for some reason. Why on earth Potter had asked him to meet here, he would never know. He waited for a few moments and was about to call it quits when said raven suddenly appeared in front of him like some kind of demented Jack in the box. It was only the intense training from his father that stopped him from jumping out of his skin.

" So the rumours are true, you do have an invisibility cloak." he drawled lazily, eyeing the shimmering material with hidden interest.

Potter rolled his eyes at him but didn't comment. In his pocket, the ferret poked it's little head out, blinking it's large grey eyes and inspecting it's environment. Draco could feel a tick forming in his left eye as he glared at the rodent who just decided it was fine and dandy to jump out of Potter's pockets and crawl up his robes. Potter smirked obviously enjoying his humiliation. Draco decided to ignore the raven yet again and focus on his project. The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could get out of here.

Potter walked in front of an empty wall and pace three times muttering something under his breath. To the slytherin's amazement, a door appeared in front of the wall. Potter opened the door and walked into the room. Draco followed without question, again wondering how many secrets the chosen one had.

The room he entered was scarily Gryffindor. It had a wa fireplace and arranged in the same way the Gryffindor common room was. The only difference was the table for where they had to work.

" what exactly is this place an how does it work." Draco asked or ordered, however you saw it.

Potter began to set up on the table, his back turned to the Slytherin.

" It's called the come and go room, or the room of requirement. You just pace in front of the wall and think of what you want the room to do for you and voila." Potter mutters dismissively over his shoulder.

Draco set up beside the raven and they got to work.

Harry eyed Draco out of the corner of his eye. Draco was currently working on transfiguring larger objects as well as adapting their wand movement like mcgonagall asked. Ivory, the name given to their ferret because they couldn't call it an it forever, was perched smugly on the blonde's shoulders.

He had tried everything to get a rise out of the blonde. He had insulted him, messed up their work on purpose, used as many ferret puns as he could think of, but the blonde still didn't budge. He needed Draco to bead at him..He needed the rush he felt when draco was mad at him, when they fought, when he could feel the adrenaline and drive.

Frustrated, he dragged his hand through his hair, pulling roughly at the strands. He had taken off his robes as well as Draco and now he had the sudden urge to use the material to strangle himself to death. He wasn't even good enough to capture the interest of his arch rival for long. He was fucking pathetic. Deciding he had enough, he decided to lay himself bare.

" Why won't you get mad at me!" he asked seriously.

Malfoy looked up from what he was doing and stared at the raven quizzically. He raised a brow when he noticed the raven's appearance. Tie loose, hair messed up from all the dragging, lips red and plump from when he chewed on them earlier and cheeks flushed in anger, he made quite a picture. He put his work aside and folded his hands, regarding the Gryffindor carefully.

" excuse me? why do you want me to get mad at you?" he asked confused.

Harry glared at him and pouted. He had to mentally kick himself for thinking how cute Potter looked when he did that.

" Because I want you to hit me."

Draco blanked. What kind of reason was that? He stared at the boy, incredulously. Did Potter hit his head saving Weasley or something.

" If this is some kind of weird kink of yours I am not interested." he answered.

Potter looked at him with an utterly frustrated look on his face. He pulled on his hair again and slammed his hands on the table. Draco again raised a brow at the unusual behavior at the younger but chose to remain impassive. This seemed to have angered Potter because he suddenly grabbed Draco's hands and put them around his neck. Draco was a bit alarmed but retained his calm facade.

" You don't get it. I need you to hit me, to taunt me, to belittle me, make me feel the rush." he forced Draco's hands to tighten around his neck.

" Please, you are the only one who makes me actually feel something. Something other than all the emptiness. You have been ignoring me since the term began. I need you to hit me, hex me, make me feel alive. The darkness is consuming me."

Draco bit his lip.

What should he do?

Whoo, finally done. I wish I could have updated sooner but I was a little busy with my wattpad account. It's also Alenny13. I have a story there you can read if you are interested.