Title: Always

Chapter: #2 – Yes…

Author: Nevoreiel (lamort_noir@hotmail.com)

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: R just to be safe, dark content, rape, non-concentual sex, coerced sex, suicidal thoughts, violence, some language, and questionable behavior, but I like it that way. :)

Summary: Draco can't sleep so he decides to wander. To his surprise he finds Harry at the Astronomy Tower. A fight ensues and the consequences bring out strange emotions.

Disclaimer: The characters in no way, shape, or form ever did, are, or will belong to me. The twisted storyline belongs to me though. J.K. Rowling would not be caught dead writing such things. No money is made off this and who would want to pay for something like this?

Warning: The only warning would be that if RAPE and NON-CONCENTUAL SEX between the same genders make you faint, then DO NOT READ. This story is SLASH (male/male relationship); the R rating is for a reason. Well, not much in this part.

Notes: This part is not so bad, most of the warning is not for this part. But the warning will be in affect in the later chapters. I think there will be 2 more chapters after this one unless I decide to make an epilogue. Demia: I've never read a "Harry-wants-to-be-punished-because-he-feels-guilty-about-Cedric-so-he-will-let-Draco-blackmail-him-into-submission" fic and the thought never crossed my mind. I can assure you that Cedric's death has nothing to do with this, though there is blackmail and guilt but that's more on Draco's part believe it or not. This is Draco's point of view and he does not know the real reason Harry's agreed to this, it will be revealed in the last chapter. Cedric still has nothing to do with this. It's not exactly plot driven but emotion driven.

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The days are passing too slowly for my taste. Maybe I should have moved up the date because the weekend has been passing in agonizing glimpses of Potter. Though he never looks my way I can't help but stare sometimes.

He's mostly quite now and I don't bother with him. How I wish I could bother him. His silence unnerves me, he looks grim. Not surprising that his face bears nothing of our scuffle, no bruises at all, none. Next time I'll be subtler.

Pity that I had to heal the wounds that he inflicted… they were a nice reminder.

***

It is 10 o'clock on Monday evening. I glance at the clock ever so often, which is often. I can't stand the wait so I pace back and forth, gritting my teeth. Most of the Slytherins are staring at me blatantly, their eyes following me. Probably think I'm plotting something evil after all I usually am. I guess I am plotting something but they'll never guess at it.

I've thought it all through there is no way that this will go wrong. I simply must get Potter out of my head. He's ruining everything.

***

Midnight. Finally.

Just as before, soundlessly I exit the dorm and make my way up to the tower. Potter's still not there. He disappoints me. I hope that I won't have to resort to extreme measures.

I sit down, leaning against the wall and stretching out my legs. Why, I think it's the same wall against which Potter bashed my head, ironic.

Suddenly Potter appears, cursed Invisibility Cloak! He was there the whole time and I didn't know. Good thing I did not do or say anything drastic.

"Glad you showed up, Potter. I thought you would stand me up," my voice sounds unhurried and relaxed when I'm not.

He glares at me and folds the cloak, "I never run."

True, even when you should… "Sit."

Defiantly he raises his chin, "And why should I? You blackmail me and now you order me around?"

I am quite malicious "Yes, I blackmail you and that is precisely why you should sit."

He glares at me some more and then lowers himself across from me, reluctantly, he watches me. "Why are you doing this, Malfoy?"

I'm surprised, "Hm, not what I thought you would ask."

"Just answer this one first. I've had some time to think. You owe me some answers," he's getting a backbone, I don't like this.

"Quite, Potter. I'll tell you what I will nothing more. You seem to think that you're in control of this," he always makes me angry.

"This, and what exactly is this?" he gestures frantically and hysteria is in his voice.

I can't help but laugh at him; he looks flustered, "Calm down, Potter. I don't intend to listen to you rave all night."

"Explain this," he's trying really hard to look imposing, what a laugh.

"Nothing to explain. You were here as well as I. You know what happened and I don't think you wish me to retell it," at this he winces. "I have a little proposition as to the resolution of that," I love torturing him this way. "I propose that you meet me here every night until Friday."

Potter violently jerks back and hastily gets up and steps away from me, "What? Are you mad?"

"No, I believe that I'm perfectly sane. And I am being reasonable. Just meet me here and obey me for an hour, I ask nothing more," I calmly explain as to a child. Maybe he is a child, or was.

"No, you are mad. Do you think I'm stupid?" he laughs but it does not sound genuine.

"You must be if you think no one will hear of this. I will tell the news, gladly, unless you do as I ask," I'm feeling rather smug by now. I always get what I want and for some strange reason the thought of Potter seems perfect to me.

"And what if I don't care whether you tell anyone."

"Oh, but you do," I can see it on your face and the way you stand.

Little more than a whisper, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I can."

"But I…" Potter never finishes and just turns away and I wonder just how much is this affecting him?

"Potter…" I begin to regret everything, "Is there an agreement between us?"

"Yes," he sounds quite sad and my regret deepens. I'm about to apologize or do something else that I'm bound to regret when Potter just stalks out.

I'm satisfied and call out to him, "Tomorrow. Midnight. Be here."

I sit for some time gazing at the stars, wondering what I got myself into as Potter most definitely has to be wondering. I hope he comes tomorrow, I think he will.

I have some things I want to show him. Should be fun.

To Be Continued…

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Next Installment: Is Harry getting fed up with Draco? Why did he agree in the first place? And what in Hell is Draco thinking? All will be answered in the next chapter. As soon as I write it, and I will, it will be posted. At least this time FFN was offline for one day only; I was getting upset that it would take a week if not more.

A/N: This wasn't that bad but the next chapter will be more lively. :) Sorry it was so short, didn't want to bore you. Thank you so much to everyone for reviewing, I'm quite surprised at your responses. Hm, I'm not sure, Silverwitch, if I'll have a chance to gross you out, the first chapter will be the most disturbing of them all I think. The last chapter will not be a bowl of cherries but nothing extreme. If you would like I could find some stories that I read that would qualify for completely disgusting and disturbing.

 This still stands: Flame if you wish, I need something to laugh at; I mean I really need a good laugh.