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The Serpent's Pet

By: Crystal Megan

Summary: [Draco/Cho] One meeting in the cabin of the Hogwarts Express leads to a day in Hogsmeade to a night at the Astronomy Tower to more; all through the way, the two use each other to get what they want. . .But what if they start wanting each other in the end?

Ch. 4: Piss Off!

The freezing morning air whipped against my delicate face, and blew my usual in place silky black hair everywhere.  My eyes were watering from the intensity of the wind, and my lips were now chapped, and abused, and I thought sadly, with the realization hitting me for the first time of the payment I would have to make, that my lips would also soon be abused by Draco Malfoy's own. 

The wind was so fierce from how quickly we were flying, so that I was freezing, and wanted to be warm badly.  So I huddled closer under Draco's tight embrace, towards the warmth of him.  Malfoy was astonishingly warm, even with his cold appearance; he was even better than Harry's hugs or embraces that were just lukewarm.  Malfoy on the other hand, was giving me intense heat that I had never felt ever in my life.  But was it maybe that I was a little bit attracted to him, the fear of what would come, causing my heart to beat faster, or was it my body reacting sexually to it, so then that my skin felt like it was on fire, and I was feeling more pleasure than many ever did?

Whatever the answer was, I was reluctant to move, because then I'd be cold again, and my body felt like it would rather die than go back to feeling the cold.

So I stayed like that until the broomstick ride was finally over.

The morning sky was cloudy; not a sign of the sun was in sight, and the whole sky was filled with thick, puffy, gray clouds that loomed over us, and where the sky stretched, all I could see from my black ink eyes was a whitish gray.

I could see the grand castle, Hogwarts, coming into my view.  The tall, and enormous towers rose into the sky, the large, the tinier areas like the green houses could be seen, and the enormous green grounds that belonged to the school were in our views.

I felt Malfoy manipulate the broomstick so it would lower to the ground down.

With me playing Quidditch all my life, and then making it on the Ravenclaw team, I have a wide, and valuable knowledge on Quidditch, and I was amazed, ("Just a little," I thought.), by Malfoy's new grace with flying.

And here I had been thinking Ravenclaw would beat Slytherin's Quidditch team.  I suppose I guessed wrong.

Malfoy descended easily on the ground beneath us.  I lifted my legs over the broom, and slid off.  Draco swung a leg over his broom, and then was off it, holding it in his right hand.

"We need to get to the castle quickly before the Dark Creatures are released.  This isn't going to be a pretty site once the spiders come out, but then, all the creatures on the list wont be a pretty site," Draco stated, and then tugged me forward by my arm painfully.

Why do people think they can just drag, tug, and pull Cho wherever they God damn please?

Draco tugged me even harder so I followed him, and we broke into a run quickly afterwards.  As we ran, my heart pounded madly in my chest, and felt as if it would break out of my ribcage, and my mind was full of anxiety, and fear from the thoughts of death, and war coming to Hogwarts.

My legs soon came to feel like they were lead, but I kept moving onwards, all during the while I chanted in my head the stupid mantra of it not being much farther.  But my legs were now heavy, and felt like they were on fire, along with every muscle in my sides.

My head felt so heavy soon, so that it matched the weight of my legs, and the burning sensation of my calves were slowing me down, and I knew I couldn't run anymore...

I felt myself slide on the grass, and everything happened quickly.  I found myself breathing hard as I felt my head throbbing horribly from the hard impact from falling on the hard ground.

All over my body, I could feel spots that would soon bruise, and form fist size blue, and green bruises.

I felt Draco's arms around me, and I breathed in a sense of relief.  Draco picked me up in his arms, and held me with his right arm under my shoulders, and his left arm carrying my two exposed (And very cold.) legs, that were exposed from the uniform.

He carried his broom with his right hand, and clung to it while he had his right arm under my shoulders.

I could feel Draco's heart thumping hard from being so close to his warm chest, and I could hear his ragged breathing, and short gasps that would come every few seconds.

"We're in Hogwarts now," Draco said, and gasped for air.

And I was looking up at the ceiling now of the castle, and not the gray sky any more.  I turned me head a bit to look around, and I could see that we were in a corridor, the corridor that supposedly led to the Slytherin Common Room, or somewhere where the Slytherins resided...

"I'm going to take you to the Slytherin dungeons," Draco explained.  "You'll be safe there.  There're private rooms there, so I'll find one for you where you can rest, and hopefully get a small shut-eye or a place to rest while you think.  But under no circumstances, are you to run off with any other person.  I will come to you as soon as I can."

I nodded, and replied a soft yes.

I could see everything was changing with the ceiling; it was more different from the other corridors, and style of the school.  The ceiling looked damp, and cold, and the temperature was now dramatically chilly.  The light became decreasingly dim, with only a few torches on the walls now to give the corridor light.

A thought suddenly occurred to me.  Why would Draco being showing me the Slytherin dungeons, even with the current situation?  Wouldn't it make more sense if he were to blind-fold me, or something of the sort?  He could always magic a cloth or if he had a handkerchief, he could use.  He would only do this unless…

It didn't matter whether I saw the dungeons or not, because Hogwarts would fall…the houses would not be the same.

Draco continued to walk down the corridor, and I could see portraits of older wizards, and witches sneering at me from their gloomy black backgrounds in their portrait.

Draco stopped, and lifted his arm away from my shoulders so I curled up closer to his chest, and wrapped my arms loosely around his neck to support myself.

He must have tickled or touched a portrait because he stepped inside a small, and comfortable room with portraits on the wall, and shelves against the wall that were lined with books.  There was a nice, and cozy fire that gave the room a lot of warmth, and there were two high back chairs, and a large couch that was emerald with silver stars as the design.  There was a large desk also, and a large cabinet set against the wall.

Draco walked over to the couch, and lied me down on it.

"I'll be back when I can, Cho," Draco said.

I nodded, and watched him leave his broom in the cabinet, and saw him walk quickly out.

I got in a more comfortable position on the couch, and was just about to fall asleep when one of the portraits started to speak to me.

I mentally groaned, but I acted polite, and listened to the witch speak.

"So you're Cho!  Draco says a lot about you in his dreams, my dear.  He naps here often, and we can see him smiling faintly, and says your name."

I paled slightly at the comment, and bit my lip in embarrassment.  "Um…that's nice."

The witch grinned, and continued despite my discomfort of the subject.  "Are you two sweethearts…?  I remember my first beau…"

And then the witch began of her first boyfriend, and then I remember drifting slowly off to sleep, while muttering, "That's nice," and "Hmmm," and other words to make her think I was listening.

*****

I woke up suddenly, and heard loud explosions coming from outside the castle.

"What's going on?" I yelled.

"It's the war, they've just begun to fight," the witch that I had been talking to earlier said.

"Oh no," I whispered, and sat up.

"There's not anything you can do, my dear.   You're best off going to sleep," the witch said.

"How could anyone sleep through this?" I asked.

"Well of course not!" the witch snapped at me.  "I was going to say to look through the cabinet for some "Pleasant Dreams" tonic, but you didn't let me finish!"

"Oh," I said, and murmured an apology.

I got off the couch, and walked gingerly over to where the large cabinet was, and opened both of the doors, and saw it was organized with sweets, medicine, and Draco's broomstick.  The cabinet didn't look as huge from the outside as it did on the inside.

I browsed the shelves for the tonic, and nabbed it.

I walked back to the couch after not seeing any cups or spoons to use, and took a few small sips from the glass bottle.

The tonic was sweet, and tasted like butterbeer, and as it traveled down my throat, causing my throat to feel clearer than before, and not scratchy, it filled my insides with warmth that traveled all over my body.  The warmth caused me to become comfortable, and drowsy, and I felt myself collapse on the couch, and fall asleep.

*****

I snuggled closer to Draco who was sleeping with me, and had his arms around me.  I could smell the faint scent of his cologne, and inhaled the scent.  Draco pulled me closer to him, and I sighed from being content in his arms, and feeling the warmth that radiated from him.

I opened my eyes a bit to see ourselves in a bad decorated in emerald green, and white.  I could see that it was a four-poster bed, and the hangings were pulled, and gave us privacy.

I turned over to face Draco, and I watched him as he opened his eyes lazily, and his face started to show a faint smirk.

I smiled faintly in return, and went back to snuggling with him.

I heard him mutter something, and looked back up at him.  "What is it?" I mumbled.

"I was hoping for some action now that you were awake, but now that you're falling asleep again, I guess the idea is out of the question…" Draco said.  "Shame too, I was in the mood."

I laughed softly, and Draco furrowed his eyebrows.

"You should laugh more often.  Your laugh sounds nice," Draco said.

"But I all ready laugh often," I whispered back, and felt amused.

"I didn't say that you don't laugh often, I just said you should laugh more than you all ready do," Draco muttered.

"But I laugh enough," I replied.

"You shoulder laugh more than you do," Draco continued lazily, and I heard him yawn.

"You should piss off when you're all ready ahead," I said.

"Then where would the fun be in that?" Draco asked.

"You could find something else that you have pleasure in than driving me up the walls," I said.  "Along with everyone else."

Draco grinned.  "I've found pleasure in other things; harassing Potter, killing Mudbloods, being rich, and powerful, and sneaking up behind you, and getting a scream out of you, and hearing "You damned bastard!" said in my face from you afterwards, which most actually do drive you up the wall, but it isn't my fault if a certain someone wont shag me.   Now if you shagged me, then I wouldn't be driving you up the walls.  It all makes logical sense.  I'm sure an intelligent Ravenclaw like yourself can understand it?"

I snorted angrily at him.  "That wont work.  You were better off with the seduction bits than the make-fun-of-her-so-she-can-only-shag-me-to-get-me-to-go-away act."

"But I have to keep all my talents intact, like manipulation, seduction, being cunning, well thought out plans-,"

"Bloody hell, you are desperate," I said.

"I'm not desperate," Draco said.

"And screwarts are flying out of Harry's arse right now," I said sarcastically.

Draco grinned.  "You should have been sorted into Slytherin instead of Ravenclaw you know that?  And I don't want to hear about Saint Potter."

I grinned mischievously.  "What would you do if I cried out "Harry" in pleasure while we were at it?"

Draco narrowed his eyes.  "You wouldn't dare try that?"

I continued to grin.  "But what would you do?"

"I'd double the efforts so there was no possible way that Harry could get confused with my name because he wouldn't be able to shag as well as I do," Draco said.

"Really?" I whispered.

"Care to find out?" Draco smirked.

"Later," I said, and yawned.

I saw Draco raise an eyebrow, and grinned at me mischievously.  "Slytherins also have a disregard for rules…" Draco said.

I glanced around the room, and then looked back at him.  "So," I said, and raised my chin.

Draco turned over so he could climb on top of me, and used his forearms for support against the bed.  "You should always be afraid of Slytherins…"

I sighed impatiently.  "Ugh."

Draco faked a hurt expression.  "You don't love me?  Oh no!  It's over!  I can't live anymore!  My hearts in pieces-,"

"You just don't know when to call it quits do you?" I snorted.

"You should consider yourself lucky, do you know how many people would die to just to see me naked, and what so many would do, just to have me shag them?" Draco said, and smirked.

"And do you know what I would do to get you to wear your hair au natural without all that gel in it?" I said.

"Now come on, don't start with my hair.  It's much better, especially once you compare it to Scarhead's," Draco said.

"Oh for Merlin's sake, the way you go on about Harry, anyone would think you two were seeing each other!" I said, and felt annoyed with him.

Draco made a face of disgust, and revolt, and then made gagging sounds.  "That would certainly be hell!"

I sighed.  "And remind me again why I love you?"

Draco grinned.  "Because I'm wickedly dashing, and handsome, and the best looking man in all of England, the U.K., Europe, and will I even dare?  North America?"

I started to burst into tearful laughter, and I could see Draco's eyes shining brightly with amusement.

"And I'm more intelligent, and brilliant than any other man from Hogwarts or that you know, and that I'm no match for Saint Potter."

I continued to laugh, and my stomach was hurting intensely now.

"And that I'm so sexy, and charming you can't resist me," Draco continued.

Now I was laughing harder than ever with loud laughs that left me breathless, and gasping for air.  "Ok-please-don't-go-on!"

"You want me to go on, now?" Draco said, and smirked.

"N-n-noooooo!" I gasped, and laughed. "I'll shag you!  I'll shag you, just shut up for one moment!"

"So when can we start shagging?" Draco asked.

*****

I woke up, and gasped for air.

"That was not a pleasant dream!  Not at all!  That was a nightmare!" I said.

I heard laughter from the portraits, and sat up to see the witch laughing at me.

"If only you two married!  Oh!  That would be bloody funny!" the witch said, in between laughs.

"OH!" I hissed angrily, and glared evilly at the woman.  "Piss off!"

A/N: Ok, 10 reviews!  Let me know what you think of the chapter!  I'm sorry if I got too carried away, it's an American habit.  We can't help but not be too serious.  Expect longer chapters than this one to start showing themselves.  I'm trying to get you guys lowly used to my chapters as they get longer, and longer, lol.