NOTE: Sorry that this chapter is so short but the next one will be longer, I promise!!! And I'm afraid there will not be too many graphic sex scenes…I'm only going to put them in when it is necessary for the storyline…besides I don't like Blaise/Draco!
Chapter Seven: Sugar-coated lies
Draco furrowed his eyebrows and absent-mindedly scratched his quill against a piece of parchment while staring into the blazing fireplace.
Father,
I apologise for the lateness of my reply but my heavy load of assignments has left me with very little, if any free time. I hope you are doing well and your insomnia has decreased. Please send my love to Mother.
As in answer to your questions, Blaise and I are well. It was two months on Sunday and still going. Yes, Father, I am more than aware of what Othello will do to me if he becomes aware of this relationship, but I did not choose to be this way, and my chances of producing an heir are still quite high as, like you, I am still attracted to women. But at the moment, my feelings are for Blaise, and I have no intentions of ending this relationship just for the sake of Othello. Anyway, our relationship is currently being kept a secret for both logical (Othello) and personal (Blaise is unsure about coming out to our friends), so it's not like anyone is gossiping about it enough to reach outside of Hogwarts, let alone outside of Slytherin.
Also, onto another topic. I do hope that you are genuinely well; Father, and I know that you are aware of what I mean. Please: If you feel like you need to cut again, come to me. I'm only a pinch of Floo Powder away if you need me, and don't go making excuses such as the time or bothering me. I'll be there for you any time of the day; regardless of whatever I am up to at the time. You know as well as I that blood will always be thicker than water…
His thoughts were interrupted when a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind and a soft, warm mouth was pressed against the back of his neck. It was the typical greeting of his current boyfriend, Blaise Zabini.
They had now been together for just over two months, not long after their return to Hogwarts. Much to Draco's surprise, Blaise had approached him only a few days into the semester and rather shyly (which had seemed a bit odd for him), asked Draco if he would like to go out with him sometime.
"Hello, Blaise." He said evenly, reaching behind him to run his fingers through Blaise's thick, black hair. "I'll be finished in a minute." His only response was another kiss, this time, on his ear. Draco smiled to himself. He would never admit this to anyone else, but he really enjoyed Blaise's affectionate personality.
"Come to bed with me?" Blaise asked in a teasing manner, kissing him again. Draco rolled his eyes, but his smile remained.
"Nymphomaniac." He muttered, discarding his quill and parchment on the floor, but not before casting a charm on the parchment so that only Lucius and himself could read it. He stood up and turned around, catching Blaise's mouth in a hot, hungry kiss, his hands unbuttoning the other boy's white uniform shirt and sliding over the warm, dry flesh. Blaise moaned into his mouth, running his fingers through Draco's thick, silvery-blonde hair.
"Couch." Draco muttered between the fervent kisses. He was, to say the least, surprised when Blaise grunted in disagreement. "What?"
"Tonight, I'm in charge." Blaise's voice was little more than a throaty growl as he began to push Draco onto the thick, green rug that one of the older Slytherins had recently donated to the Slytherin study. Draco, though slightly puzzled as to his sudden change in attitude, obliged. Their kisses became hotter and hungrier as layer by layer, clothing was peeled off and discarded carelessly on the floor next to them.
Blaise's short nails dug into Draco's shoulders, leaving small, red welts as they almost melded into each other. Blaise began to slide downwards, like he normally did, but was stopped by Draco.
"I want to try this." He insisted gently but firmly, shifting them so Blaise was now on the bottom. Their minds both exploded into the mindless euphoria that was hormones and sex as Draco's hot, wet mouth enclosed around Blaise…
After it was over, Draco curled up against Blaise, his head resting in the crook of Blaise's shoulder. Blaise kissed his forehead affectionately, wrapping an arm against him. It had been different, having Blaise as the dominant partner for once, but both had enjoyed the event.
"Love you." Blaise whispered, kissing him again. A small smile curved on Draco's lips as he uttered the words that were extremely rare to hear from a Malfoy.
"Love you too." He kissed Blaise back, on the mouth. Blaise responded happily, and the kiss was only broken for the need of air.
"Methinks we should be dressing and retiring to our dorms." Blaise murmured, sleepiness in his voice as he gently shrugged Draco's head off of his shoulder. Draco yawned in reply, but began following suit.
Before long, both were in their dorm. Draco was, for once, peacefully asleep. Blaise was lying in bed, waiting and watching. Once all was silent, he slipped silently out of the dorm, his bare feet never making a sound on the thick carpet of the dorm floor…
…On the couch of the Slytherin study sat a petite girl with long, dark hair. She was sitting with her back to Blaise, seeming almost fixated on the never-dying fire in the fireplace.
"You're late." She said monotonously as he entered. She didn't turn around.
"I'm sorry, Princess. You know I am." Blaise said softly, walking towards the couch. She still didn't turn around, so he sat down next to her, studying her features. She was pale, like Draco, but her hair and eyes were almost as dark as his. Her mouth was set in a thin, hard line; a sign that she was in a bad mood.
"Are you ashamed of me?" She demanded, still not looking at him. "Tell the truth, Blaise."
"Of course not!" He exclaimed, clasping her small hand in his. "I love you, Pansy. What on earth would make you think that?"
"Because you ignore me in public." She snapped, fire glinting in her dark eyes. "You only ever want to be with me where no-one else can see. I'm sick of this, Blaise! If you really loved me you'd let everyone know about it."
"But that's because I don't want to share you with anyone!" Blaise protested, squeezing her hand. "What we have is special, Pansy, and I don't want it being ruined by anyone who thinks otherwise."
"Prove it." She snapped.
"What?" Finally, she turned to face him. Her eyes were cold and angry.
"I'm saying, Blaise," and she spat out his name like a harsh poison "that I want you to *prove* you really do love me as much as you claim to."
Blaise nodded, sliding one hand up her thigh. She slapped it off irritably.
"That's not going to work this time." She said, though a touch less irritably. Silence filled the air.
"Are you cheating on me, Blaise?" She asked suddenly, crossing her arms. Blaise looked at her, shock written all over his face.
"No, no! Of course I'm not…I would *never* cheat on you, Pansy. I love you." He said firmly, placing his hand on her thigh again. She frowned at him, but this time, didn't brush it off.
"Let me prove how much I love you." Blaise whispered tenderly, planting an innocent kiss on her mouth. Like magic, the ice in her dark eyes seemed to soften a little. "You're the only one for me, Pansy. I promise to prove it to you. I'm going to prove how much I love you, Pansy, by bringing us out of the closet at the end of this week."
"Do you mean it?" Pansy whispered harshly in his ear. She gasped as he plunged two fingers deep inside her. "Do you really mean what you just said, Blaise?"
"Of course I do, Princess." He whispered back, pushing her back down onto the couch and removing her underwear. She moaned softly as his tongue began to touch her in places that set her body on fire…
"You better not be lying to me, Blaise." She murmured in-between gasps.
"I love you, I love you, Princess." Blaise lied sweetly as he continued to make her moan and bring her closer towards the edge…
If I could turn the page
In time, then I'd rearrange just a day or two
Close my,
Close my,
Close my eyes
But I couldn't find a way
So I'll settle for one day to believe in you
Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me lies
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh no, no you can't disguise
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
Although I'm not making plans
I hope that you understand there's a reason why
Close your,
Close your,
Close your eyes
No more broken hearts
We're better off apart
Let's give it a try
Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me lies
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh no, no you can't disguise
(You can't disguise, no you can't disguise)
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
If I could trun the page
In time then I'd rearrange just a day or two
Close my,
Close my,
Close my eyes
But I couldn't find a way
So I'll settle for one day to believe in you
Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me lies
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh no, no you can't disguise
(You can't disguise, no you can't disguise)
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh no, no you can't disguise
(You can't disguise, no you can't disguise)
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me, tell me, tell me lies)
"Little Lies" – Fleetwood Mac