12. Furious Love

Long, long walk underground.

Moist dripping down the earthy walls and the ceiling. A narrow Lumos spell showing Harry Potter the way back to the castle, down the secret passageway between the Honeydukes and Hogwarts.

Harry had not wanted to go to the fashion show. He didn't feel like seeing Lavender again right now, and he definitely didn't want to adore some fancy dresses. He was ashamed of himself, and a bit depressed. He had escaped even Ron and Hermione, saying that he needed to go and get himself drowned in the lake. Hermione had looked terrified.

There had been nothing for him to purchase from Hogsmeade, either, so Harry had decided to leave the town right away. He had not wanted to use the ordinary route because he felt like being alone, and wanted to think about the recent happenings in tranquil solitude. Even cry a little in peace, if he felt like it. So he had decided to use the secret passageway.

I can't believe this. It's been a week tomorrow since that embarrassing Quidditch match took place, and I have already had sex with Draco Malfoy. Where the hell is this world going?

Harry was slightly disappointed that he hadn't seen Malfoy at Hogsmeade. However, he was also relieved. He didn't quite know how he should act in front of the ice-hearted Slytherin now. Will Malfoy smile at me when I see him again? Will he even acknowledge me?

Harry made a face when an ugly, fat earthworm fell down on his nose. He threw it away, feeling disgusted. He hurried his steps, being already tired of the darkness and gloominess. The day had been the worst of his life. First the horrible hangover, then Lavender. He really needed to figure out how to cheer up his mind, and walking down an underground aisle wasn't exactly the best means to do it, after all.

No more than a hundred meters and I'm back at the castle. But then what? Where will I go? Should I try to find Malfoy and tell him that I broke up with Lavender? Harry grinned. No, I don't need to. He knows.

Absorbing the light from the tip of his wand in his eyes, he let his thoughts weave around Draco Malfoy completely. I will make you completely mine, Malfoy. Now that you've let me taste you, I can't let you go anymore. You just watch out…

Harry's expression was so insatiably predatory that it would have scared even Lord Voldemort out of his wits.

In front of the statue of the Hump-backed Witch, Draco Malfoy watched as the frail, black remains of the burnt parchment danced down the aisle with the help of a feeble draft. Draco couldn't understand where it was coming, but he didn't bother his mind with it very long. He pocketed his wand and descended from the windowsill, smoothing his robes.

"Alone, Malfoy?"

Draco turned slowly. He could have recognized that irritating twang anywhere. Terry Boot, once again come to spoil his day.

"Well, what does it seem like? That I'm having a follow-up house-party here?"

Terry ignored Malfoy's sarcasm, walking rapidly closer. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I was a complete ass last night."

A flash of something far beyond disgust passed Draco's gleaming eyes. "Not only last night."

"How can you be so evil?" Terry sadly asked.

Draco smirked hazardously. "My reputation requires mostly masking my contempt for the assholes like you, but at least once a day, I think it's good to let my emotions go."

"You don't have emotions, Malfoy!" cried Boot.

"Oh, but I do," Draco's smile was frosty. "I feel hatred, pride, anger and lust. However, only the first three of them apply to you."

"And only the last one applies to Potter, I assume?"

"Hell, you absolutely need to make a fool of yourself, don't you, Boot?"

"I've been a fool for a bit too long," Terry grimaced, looking at Draco very passionately. "Now I'm going extreme."

Within a second, Draco was harshly taken from the neck and thrown against the statue of the one-eyed old witch. His head smashed hard against the statue's hump, making the world twist oddly in his eyes. A harsh blow of Terry's fist took Draco from the left side of his jowl, spinning his head sideways. A cut emerged on the lower edge of his lip. Then he felt how Boot began to fumble his robes open.

"Get your fucking hands off me, Boot," he hoarsely shouted, spitting blood.

Terry swung his boot against the area between Draco's ribs and belt, and Draco doubled with pain. "Time we sort this out, Malfoy. I've taken enough crap from you."

"Hey, it was me who received your love letter," Draco fought to suck air into his lungs.

Terry hit him once more in the mouth and Draco fell down.

Boot was made of sturdier built than Draco, so he easily got the upper hand of the blonde boy in fist-fighting. Draco tried to reach for his wand, but it was rapidly captivated by Boot and thrown away, out of his reach.

Draco was dragged back to the windowsill, his face against the glass. Then he felt Terry's hands working with the buttons of his trousers.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Boot?" Draco belched out, trying to return his eyes to a steady focus.

"I'm going to make you plead for mercy, Malfoy! I'm going to make you scream with pain! I'm going to shag you senseless and beyond!" Boot roared, raving mad.

Draco's eyes went wide with disgust. Terry Boot is going to rape me? Oh, the absurdity of this all! Draco felt his buttons give up and yelped. Then again, the situation really is getting serious…

Boot grabbed Draco from the hips and swirled him around. Then he pressed his lips on Draco's, kissing him frenetically. Draco fizzed like an angry cat in his clutch, finally biting Boot's tongue with all his might. The Ravenclaw yelled with pain and retreated, holding his mouth. Then he punched Draco in the head, his sharp ring causing a bloody cut emerge on Draco's cheek, right under the left eye. The world was dancing in Draco's head.

"Don't my kisses please you, Malfoy?" Boot shouted a madman's gleam in his eyes. "Is Potter so much better? Is he?"

"Boot, I am warning you," Draco tried to mumble with his aching mouth. "You're a dead man."

There was no clear sense left in Terry Boot's brains. He took Draco from the waist and drew the boy against himself, ripped Draco's shirt open and slid his cold hands over the milky Malfoy skin. Draco gasped with revulsion and looked like he was about to throw up.

"Hey, Boot!" A sudden interruption came from the direction of the statue of the Hump-backed Witch.

It was Harry Potter.

Harry Potter, with an expression more than furious. He was holding both his own and Malfoy's wand, pointing them straight at Boot's chest.

"Allow me to remind you that you are trying to fuck my bitch," he continued, approaching the shocked Ravenclaw and the half-unconscious Malfoy. "Which really pisses me off, I might add."

Terry looked plain horror-struck. "H-how did you get here? How long have you been watching?"

"Well there you have a couple of questions to exercise your puny brains with, Terry," Harry's smile was like elixir of death. "Now get your fucking hands off Malfoy or I'll make sure you'll be living without them the rest of your life!"

Boot retreated, being terrified of Potter. He couldn't take his eyes off the two wands targeted on him. Draco shivered with relief and allowed himself to sit down on the stone floor.

"You want me to bring this subject to Dumbledore, or do you want me to deal with you now in person?" Harry asked Boot, observing the Ravenclaw like a murderous lion.

Terry swallowed loudly. A couple of sweat pearls emerged on his forehead and his legs seemed not to carry him anymore. Harry thought he looked very sordid and sickening with his trouser zipper open. Really sickening.

"Never you mind, Boot. I will deal with you now."

Terry shook his head frantically, retreating backwards along the aisle. He was scared of Harry's eyes that were like two oceans of emerald fire.

"Harry… Please…"

Harry shook his head slowly and scornfully. He threw the other wand back to Draco, whose seeker reflexes caught it elegantly in the midair.

"Let's find out what Malfoy feels like doing to you, shall we?"

Terry went even more pallid, if possible. "Oh, okay… Let's calm down a bit!" he stammered, remembering Draco's reputation as an undercover dark wizard. "Draco, I know you're angry with me. So… eh, kick or hit me. Yes, hit me! Come on. One good swing. I know you want to."

Draco's cheeks were ablaze with odd heat. He got up to his feet and raised his both brows. "One good swing, eh?"

Terry felt his blood freeze.

"Do you mind if I use two wands?" Draco indifferently asked. Potter gave him his own, without questioning.

"Er, Harry's wand may not work well in your hands, you know, Draco. Wrong kind of wands can cause severe…"

"Cruciatus Celer Evanidus!"

Two fiery shots erupted from the wands, as bright and orange as a violent sunset. They hit Terry Boot with a power so remarkable that the boy flew on his back on the floor, roaring heart-brokenly for several seconds. His body twisted and turned, like a snake without a head. Harry almost covered his ears, but then the horrible screaming stopped; the magic vanished and a frightful silence conquered the third floor aisle. Boot was lying immovable on the floor.

Harry slowly let his head turn to Draco's direction. Draco's expression was unreadable and cold. Harry suddenly remembered why he had hated Malfoy all these years.

"Did you just fucking kill him?"

Draco raised his eyes at Harry. They were unresponsive, like steel.

"What do you think?"

Harry didn't know what to say. He really didn't know what to think.

Luckily, a silent moan from Terry's direction interrupted the awkward moment. The boy rolled on his other side, holding his chest. Harry saw his eyes were filled with tears, his mouth twisted in a horrible grim. Yet he was perfectly capable of rising up, capable of breathing, capable of standing evenly.

Terry cast one horrified glance at Draco Malfoy. Then he turned around and ran stumbling away, as fast as he could. Harry listened to the echo of Terry's boots, not moving, not saying a word, until the silence was complete again.

"Malfoy," he finally inhaled, reaching out his hand.

"Yes?" Draco replied callously, giving the wand back to Harry.

"That was Dark Magic."

"Of course it was Dark Magic."

Harry couldn't understand how Draco could be so calm.

"That was Cruciatus!"

"Of course it was Cruciatus."

Harry was shocked beyond description.

"It was a tender type, though," Draco added, when seeing Harry's face.

The late afternoon sun made Draco's blank expression look unreal. Harry thought he looked like a pretty porcelain doll, although with a long gash across the cheekbone, shimmering dark with blood. His heart melted as he was privileged to observe such terrible beauty.

Carefully he went to Draco and drew him closer. He was allowed to enfold his arms around the broken doll.

"You need Pomfrey?"

Draco shook his head, wiping a strain of red serum away from his lips. "No, I've gotten used to this lately."

Harry smiled. He knew Draco was referring to their own arguments that had gone a bit out of the limits recently. He kissed the Slytherin gently, still tasting fresh blood. Draco answered his kiss with unexpected zealousness, pulling Harry closer from the back of the head. He was very violent, despite the cut on his lip.

"Feisty, eh?" Harry mumbled against Draco's mouth, pulling the shirt out of Draco's already open trousers.

"You have a problem with that?" Draco asked raucously, conducting Harry softly against the wall.

"Mmh, actually no…" Harry surrendered.

Draco flashed a crafty smile. Then he hauled Harry around, so that the Gryffindor's cheek was pressed against the cold wall. Roughly, he ripped Harry's robes down.

Harry breathed rapidly. "You know, Malfoy, I just thought about you and me between the sheets when I walked back here from Hogsmeade. But I guess I can do without the sheets, as well..."

"How did you really find here, Potter?" Draco asked, tugging Harry's trousers down.

"I have my secret passageways," Harry smiled.

Draco breathed in Harry's hair and met the boy's erection with challenging hands. Harry moaned and closed his eyes. Draco seemed to know exactly how to make him crazy. Then he felt Draco pressing up to his buttocks, and panicked.

"Malfoy… I haven't…"

"Hush, Potter. I know you haven't."

However, as if not considering this fact anyhow meaningful, Draco proceeded strictly inside, making Harry yell with unusual kind of ache.

"Don't fucking whine, Potter, the pain will pass."

Draco held Harry's body in place by pulling the boy's raven locks and keeping his other hand firmly around Harry's erection. He made ferocious love to Harry, without tender kisses, without smoothing touches. Harry could do nothing but to accept, since he was too frightened to protest. Besides, it began to feel strangely good after a while.

"We haven't got much time," Draco exhaled brokenly. "If Terry goes and tells somebody what I did."

"Mmmh… No, he isn't going to tell anyone. You saw his face," Harry uttered, starting to feel ecstatic. Malfoy's hand felt so good, and so did his thrusts.

"I could get expelled from Hogwarts, you know. Dark Magic isn't allowed in here."

Harry moaned out loud with pleasure when Draco's pushes and wrist movements became more rapid. "I… I promise I won't let them expel you, M-Malfoy…"

Draco bit Harry's neck and tasted his warm skin. "You won't let them?"

"Aahh… No…"

Draco took Harry a little further from the wall and forced him to bend slightly. This position allowed new, wonderful heat run inside Harry.

"Tell me, Potter, who is whose bitch now?"

"Oh, no… Oh, no… Malfoy… Mmmgh…"

Harry couldn't last any longer. He shuddered when the waves of pleasure held his body in their merciless clutch for several seconds. He curled against the wall, pressing his brows together, clenching his fists. He tried to breathe, but gasping was all he managed.

Draco smiled contently and pulled away. He had not come himself, but that hadn't been his intention either. It just wasn't in his nature to release his emotions in front of somebody else, as uncontrollably as it always was with an orgasm. He had never made it till the end with a partner, and wasn't going to start with Potter, either.

"You know, I could get used to this," he grinned. "Daily quickies with Harry Potter. Doesn't sound bad at all."

Harry leaned his back against Draco's chest, feebly closing his eyes. "Whatever you say, Malfoy… Whatever you say…"

"Harry?"

It was Ron.

"Harry, are you awake?"

Harry opened his eyes slightly, meeting his best friend's worried eyes. "Yes… I'm awake."

"What are you slouching in the common room couch for? Why not your own soft bed?"

"Mmh… I had no energy to climb up the stairs."

Ron pulled Harry up and sat next to him. He observed his friend very carefully. "Harry?"

"Yes?"

"We need to talk."

…TBC…