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Chapter 4

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Goyle stared at Draco, and his mouth fell open. Draco immediately realized what he was doing and pulled himself upright. He let a cool mask drop over his face, although he couldn't keep the little half smile from his lips.

"Excuse me," he said coldly. He walked to his trunk and pulled out his clothes and robes. After getting changed, Draco looked in the mirror again, but he could still quite clearly see the red marks decorating his neck.

"Dammit," he snapped and searched for his scarf. If he wrapped it just so the hickeys were covered without being too obvious. It was a cold day after all, maybe no one would notice. He swept out of the room, ignoring Goyle who was still standing with his mouth open, staring at Draco.

His eyes snapped to the Gryffindor table when he walked in to the Great Hall, but Harry wasn't there. He let out a barely perceptible sigh and turned towards his own table. He sat next to Blaise and poured himself a cup of tea.

"So, who did you do last night, Malfoy? I'm dying to know," Blaise asks with an avid gleam in his eyes.

Draco replied frostily, "I don't believe that's any of your business."

"Don't make me blackmail you into telling me, Malfoy. I know things. Who was the girl?" Blaise snapped, putting a slight threat into his voice. Draco turned and looked him straight in the eyes.

"First of all, don't you dare threaten to blackmail me; I could ruin you without even blinking," he sneered. "And secondly- it wasn't a girl. Fuck. Off."

Draco took another sip of tea and stood up. Blaise shook himself out of his daze.

"Um, what? It wasn't a girl? As in, it was a boy?"

"My my, aren't we a bright ray of intelligence this morning, Zabini. I'm going back to the dorm, I left my books there."

As Draco was leaving the Great Hall, he looked over his shoulder at Blaise, who was still looking quite shell-shocked. He suddenly collided with something very warm and very solid, and he cursed. He turned his head around and saw Harry a few inches from him, rubbing his shoulder where Draco had bumped into him.

"Oh." Draco said in a tiny voice. His cheeks flushed and he adjusted the scarf around his neck. "Oh."

Harry grinned and whispered, "Good morning, and don't you look sexy. Although, I'm not too sure about this scarf..." He moved his hand as if to remove the offending piece of clothing, but Draco squeaked and held it to his neck.

"Oh, does Draco have a little hickey? Lemme see!" Harry laughed and attempted to remove the scarf again. Draco batted his hand away and glared.

"It's not one hickey," he snapped, "it's four. And I don't need all of Hogwarts to see them, so if you don't mind..." He pushed his way past Harry out of the Great Hall. Harry followed him, walking extremely close behind him.

Draco felt a puff of warm air against his ear, and he shivered.

"Don't be grumpy," Harry murmured in his ear. "You're mine, and you said you wouldn't forget it. Besides, you're much sexier when you're begging to be allowed to touch me, instead of pushing me away."

Despite his very best efforts, Draco let out a low moan at the memories Harry's comment brought up. Harry chuckled quietly and whispered very softly, "That's more like it. You remember how I made you feel last night? I'll make you feel like that again if you're a very, very good boy...."

Draco wasn't aware of being steered into a dark alcove in the corridor; all he could think about was the way Harry's lips were brushing against his ear ever so slightly when he talked, and how Harry's hands were gripping his hipbones almost hard enough to hurt, and how his ass was inches away from the front of Harry's trousers.

Harry pushed Draco up against the wall of the alcove and used one hand to pin Draco's wrists above his head. Draco writhed, trying half-heartedly to get free. Harry used his other hand to slowly remove Draco's scarf, finally leaving it in a pile on the floor. He smiled ferally as each of the hickeys branding Draco as Harry's is revealed. He flicked his tongue out to taste the skin there, and then he placed his mouth directly over one of the spots and sucked. Draco moaned loudly.

Harry pulled his mouth off and looked at Draco.

"Don't make any noise; I don't want anyone to hear us."

"So cast a bloody Silencio. I can't keep from moaning when you do things like that," Draco replied breathlessly.

"But it's more fun this way," Harry told him with a smile, and began sucking on the hickey again. Draco squirmed and bit his lip. Harry moved his mouth to the next hickey. He slipped his free hand under Draco's shirt, and circled Draco's nipple with his finger. Draco arched into the teasing touch. Harry smiled against the Draco's neck, and he simultaneously attacked the next hickey and pinched the nipple.

"Fuck," Draco gasped as quietly as he could.

"Not quite yet," Harry replied and put his mouth on the last hickey. He rubbed against Draco, and Draco mewled helplessly.

"Shh," Harry whispered and then kissed Draco. His tongue twined around the blonde's and he pressed harder against Draco. Draco managed to get a hand free and he pushed it into Harry's pants.

"Oh shit!" Harry whispered. Draco squeezed and stroked, and Harry tensed.

"Oh fuck, Draco, YES!" Harry gasped and came. He bit Draco's shoulder to muffle his cries, and Draco came as well, shuddering and gasping.

After a few moments to collect themselves, the two boys ran off to change their robes and get ready for class.

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Draco sat in History of Magic class and ignored Professor Binn's droning voice. This was the perfect place to try to figure out what the hell had happened to his life while he wasn't paying attention.

Apparently he was completely and utterly wrong about Harry hating him. In fact, based on the rant that Harry had gone through the night before, and the fact that Draco and Harry had gotten off together two times since said rant, and the fact that Harry was quite intent on marking Draco as his, it would seem as though Harry liked Draco as much as Draco liked Harry.

"What the fuck?" Draco whispered to himself. How the hell did this happen? One day Harry hates me, the next he has me tied up and practically kills me with the most amazing orgasm I've ever had. And now we've gotten off in an empty corridor before class.

Draco could feel the warmth pooling in his groin at his thoughts of how they might next find themselves with each other. Draco shifted in his seat.

Do you want to be inside me, Harry? Deep inside me, encased in hot, wet tightness. Do you want to feel me clench my ass around you? Do you want to thrust into me as hard as you can? Do you want me to grab onto the bedposts so I can stay in place while I accept the force and violence of your desire? Do you want me to want that violence? Do you want to come inside me, coating my insides? Do you want to take me, and take me hard?

"Shit!" Draco hissed and decided that it wouldn't be a very good idea to come in the middle of History class, no matter how oblivious the Professor was. McGonagall in a tutu. McGonagall is a tutu. Dammit, it wasn't working; he was still pretty hard. McGonagall in a tutu with Professor Flitwick standing between her legs.

Oh, ew! That certainly worked. Draco flinched and shuddered and tried to banish horrible, scarring mental images from his head.

Now he needed to think through this whole Harry Situation logically. It was all very well and good to suffer from unrequited lust and longing when there was no chance of being wanted as well, but now that he was Harry's... something... it raised a whole lot of new problems.

Draco decided to put these problems into a list, since he had heard that lists usually helped with this sort of thing.

1.) Harry might only want him, and he might not actually like Draco at all in the way that Draco was obsessed with Harry.

2.) Harry's best friends, Weasel and Mudblood, wouldn't likely be very accepting of the fact that he was with Harry. Nor would the rest of the Gryffindors.

3.) The Slytherins probably wouldn't like it much either.

4.) Harry was a boy.

5.) Father and Mother might not be entirely pleased with the fact that Draco was gay. With Harry Potter.

6.) Father is trying to kill Harry.

There, that seemed like a pretty good list. Very convincing too, and Draco's stomach plummeted. But he supposed that to be fair he should make a list of all the good things that being with Harry entailed.

1.) Harry Potter is an amazing kisser.

2.) Whoa, Harry Potter is an AMAZING kisser.

3.) My wet dreams aren't anywhere close to the reality, and I've only been with him twice.

4.)He knows a nifty little rope charm.

5.)He's gorgeous.

6.) He is the epitome of all I've ever desired.

7.) He's good, rich, sweet, brave, strong, great at Quidditch, and quite lustful.

8.) Did I mention that he's an amazing kisser?

The second list appeared to be a little bit more compelling. Draco smiled. Then he compared the two lists. The "good things about being with Harry" list was two points longer, but it also repeated the same point three times. Even if Harry's kissing does deserve three points... And the "bad things about being with Harry" list had some pretty bad things on it, namely the last point.

"Why does Father have to go and ruin this?" Draco thought to himself. "I could deal with everyone else not liking it, but if Father found out he'd either Crucio me to death or he'd use me to get Harry."

Draco sighed heavily, and Blaise, who was sitting next to Draco, looked over. Draco immediately pulled his lists under his arms and prayed that Blaise hadn't seen them. Blaise was still looking at Draco oddly because of this morning, and Draco resisted the urge to sigh again. Why had he told Blaise he was gay? Why? He had just given Blaise some possibly very dangerous information and who knew who Blaise would decide to tell? I am such an idiot.

"Talk to you after class?" Blaise mouthed. After a slight pause Draco nodded. He did know about that incident involving the 2nd years and the broom shed, so maybe there wasn't anything Blaise could do. How bad could it be?

"What did you want to talk about?" Draco asked as coldly and as calmly as he could. Blaise looked around and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Not here. Let's go to the library."

Draco snorted, "You can't talk in a library, Zabini."

Zabini blushed, "Ah, yes. That's right. I wasn't thinking. Um, how about by the lake?"

Draco gave Blaise a quick look, "What's wrong? You're never this... idiotic and inarticulate." Blaise glared at the other boy, and told him they'd talk once they got to the lake.

After walking in relative silence for a few minutes, they reached the lake shore. Draco's stomach was churning with dread over what Blaise would demand for his silence, and his head was spinning with trying to formulate a plan to counter Blaise.

"Out with it. What was so important?"

Blaise turned away from Draco, and began to talk. "So, you like boys... That was something I was never expecting. Absolutely not expecting. I think you can imagine my shock at finding out it was a... boy... who gave you those hickeys."

Draco winced. Oh shit. I'm screwed. I wonder whether he wants money or favors... And oh, speak of the devil. There's Harry. No, don't think about Harry, think about how to get rid of Blaise so that you can stay with Harry.

Blaise looked at Draco out of the corner of his eye, then turned his gaze to the lake again and resumed talking.

"And now the thing is- since I know that you like boys, there's something I want to tell you. And there's something I want you to do."

"What do you want?" Draco asked, deciding to be as cooperative as possible so that he could keep Harry. But he wasn't even sure if Harry would want to stay with him for very long. Fuck you, God. Don't give me something so incredible and then snatch it away after two days.

"Go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend," Blaise said and turned to stare at Draco. Draco was startled.

"What?" he blurted.

"Go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend," Blaise repeated. "I like you. I have for a few years now... Yeah, but I always thought you were completely straight, you know? Then this morning when you said it was a boy I didn't know what to do. Um, because now I knew that I had a chance with you. So, what I'm trying to say is I like you, and will you go out with me?"

Draco's mind went completely blank. Blaise... liked him? While he was still attempting to comprehend this fact he felt cool lips pressed against his mouth. Huh? What the fuck? Is Zabini kissing me? Draco froze, stunned. Blaise pulled away before he could fully comprehend this new, startling development.

He had a dreamy smile on his face, quite unlike his usual frown. Draco stared at Blaise, still frozen.

"Holy shit," Draco thought, then bolted.

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