BEHIND LOCKED DOORS
WARNING: Rated R for profanity and homosexual relations of the incestuous kind. But this is actually a story with a plot, not smutty homosexual porn. Flames only keep me warm in winter.
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Chapter Eight: Knife through the heart
Draco snuck a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure there was nobody following.
"Ok, it's clear." He hissed to his companion, Lucas Nott.
They grinned secretly and dashed around the corner of the gigantic building that was the shed full of Hagrid's gardening tools. It was close to the school, but Hagrid was nowhere near it right now. He was inside Hogwarts for once, giving a theory lesson for Care of Magical Creatures. Draco knew this because it happened to be the class he had dropped at the end of his fourth year.
People such as Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle had decided to continue with the class while Draco and Lucas, who had dropped Ancient Runes, had what the teachers called 'study periods' but the students referred to as 'bludge hours.'
Lucas pulled a packet of cigarettes out of his robe pocket and gave one to Draco. Normally, being purebloods, he and Draco would have sneered at such a common Muggle product, but after hearing about them from Flint back in the third year, they had become self-confessed addicts, turning their 'bludge hours' into regular cigarette breaks. They lit them and inhaled deeply, loving the feeling of the lightly flavoured smoke curling in their lungs before being sharply exhaled.
It wasn't just the smoking that was fun. There was also the thrill of being caught and the possible consequences. Draco had yet to be caught, but Lucas had been there before and knew how it all worked…
McGonagall, Hagrid, Sprout, Filch and Dumbledore were all good for a ten-point deduction (except Filch, who wasn't authorised to deduct points) and a detention. Snape would let you off if you were in Slytherin or with a Slytherin. There was no chance of being caught by Vector or Trelawney, who did all their classes in the high rooms of the school. Sinistra and, surprisingly, Hooch, were happy to look the other way if you allowed them to pinch a cigarette off you…
"HA! Now what do we have here?" A slimy voice interrupted the boys, causing Draco to drop his cigarette and Lucas to choke on the drag he had just taken. Filch grinned wickedly at the two pale-faced boys.
"Detention at Five-thirty sharp. Meet me at the top of the third-floor staircase, and do *not* bring your wands!!! Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal." Draco replied smoothly, disguising the anger boiling up inside him. He knew from word of mouth what a detention with Argus Filch held.
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"You're late." Filch sneered, throwing a dustpan, broom and feather duster at Draco and a bucket of cleaning rags and a bottle of Wizard Wheeze's All-purpose Cleaning Fluid at Lucas. They scowled. It was only Five-thirty-two.
"What are we going to be doing?" Lucas grumbled, bunching the rags in his fist. Filch sneered again.
"You two are going to be cleaning out the abandoned Arithmancy classroom. Without magic, of course." Draco's eyes widened in horror while Lucas just scowled even more. "Well don't just stand here! Get to it already!!!" Filch snapped, shoving them towards the intended classroom. "And Mrs. Norris will be checking to make sure you don't use any magic, so don't get smart."
And with that, he marched out of the filthy room, slamming the door shut. For a moment, the two boys just stood there, taking in the mess.
"Well…I guess we should just get this over with." Lucas sighed, beginning to dust off the desks. Draco, for once, didn't argue, realising that Lucas had a good point. Silently, but with a scowl, he began to sweep all the dust and junk on the floor into one big pile. Fortunately, the dustpan he had been given was an enchanted one that gobbled up the pile of junk and saved him a lot of time.
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"Well, I guess we're almost done." Lucas sighed more than two hours later, setting down his cleaning materials. "All we have left to do is to clean the windows and glass and mop the floor, then we can leave."
"Thank the Gods!!!" Draco sighed in relief. "But you're mopping." He added quickly, smirking. "A Malfoy is only required to do the lightest, easiest work…if they must work at all!!!" Lucas rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help snickering.
"Fine. I'll mop, you clean the glass. I'll just go and get a mop from the broom-closet." He said, sprinting out of the classroom. The broom-closet was six doors down from the classroom.
As he was wheeling the mop and it's bucket back towards the classroom, Lucas thought he heard a squeal. It sounded strangely loud on this empty, abandoned floor. He shrugged it off at first, then a muffled giggle filled his ears and he knew he hadn't imagined it. It was a girl's giggle, coming from the fourth classroom up. But he had only heard it because the door was slightly ajar. When the doors were closed, all the classrooms became virtually soundproof.
Of course, being in Slytherin, Lucas decided to see why these noises were being made and who was making them, so, quietly, almost ninja-like, he skulked closer towards the slightly ajar door, and what he saw set his blood on fire.
Pansy Parkinson was sitting on the edge of an old Professor's desk, her skirt hiked up around her hips to reveal slim, white legs. Those slim legs were hooked over the shoulders of none other than Blaise Zabini, who's head seemed to be very busy between her legs, hence the squeals and giggles coming from the room.
"Damn!" Lucas muttered to himself, very quietly of course. "Damn this is hot!!!" Then a grin broke out on his face. "I better go get Draco! This is *way* better than those Lesbian Witch Magazines…" He had no idea what this scene would do to Draco, of course.
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"Draco! Draco!!! Hello, Draco Malfoy???" Lucas rapped on the wall of the classroom impatiently.
"What? Hurry up, Lucas…I'm almost done!!!" Draco grumbled. Lucas shrugged, grinning.
"Forget cleaning up! Come with me…you won't believe what I've just seen!!!" Draco narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"What? Filch and Mrs. Norris are partaking in conjugal relations to profess their love?"
"No of cours- Draco! That is just sickening!!!" Lucas exclaimed, his face turning one of the Slytherin House colours. "Come on, just follow me and you'll see what I'm talking about!!!"
Rolling his eyes in frustration, Draco decided to humour Lucas. After all, he had finished his cleaning and was only waiting for Lucas to mop the floor so they could leave. He motioned for Lucas to lead the way, and Lucas in turn motioned for Draco to be quiet as he slinked out of the room and up the corridor to the fourth room.
"Peek through here." Lucas whispered, motioning towards the door. Draco obliged, and could barely keep himself from screaming out loud at what he saw.
Blaise, *his* Blaise, who swore on his Mother's grave that Draco was the only one he loved, on a desk with none other than Draco's ex-girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson. He was still between her legs, but not in quite the same way.
In fact, Blaise was now sitting on the table with Pansy, his robe discarded carelessly on the floor along with his school slacks and boxers. Pansy was now straddling his lap, her skirt hiked up around her hips as she rode him hard and fast, trying (and mostly) successfully not to make too much noise. Her white blouse was unbuttoned, revealing that hadn't worn a bra. Blaise wasn't making much noise either, but then again, his mouth was busy sucking on Pansy's small, firm breasts, so it wasn't as if he was getting the chance to make much noise.
"Hot, isn't it?" Lucas whispered excitedly, oblivious to the look of horror and poorly suppressed rage on Draco's pale face. Draco clenched his teeth and dug his nails into the palms of his hand, trying to force down the rage that was threatening to overtake him.
//I will *not* make a scene! *I* *am* *a* *Malfoy,* and Malfoys do not make scenes!!!//
"Damn. I would give *anything* to be in Zabini's place!" Lucas muttered almost inaudibly. "Look at Parkinson go. I mean, we all know she's a slut but *damn* from what I've heard she's the best fuck you'll ever get in Slytherin!!!"
Draco ground his teeth together and didn't answer. Blaise was going to pay for this; there was no doubt in his mind about that.
"Lets get back to work, Lucas. Then you can come back and watch them finish off if you're so desperate." He hissed, shoving Lucas in the direction of the Arithmancy classroom…
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After mopping the classroom, Draco and Lucas reported to Filch, who was absorbed in what looked like a Squib's guidebook. Muttering under his breath, he motioned for them to go away, not even looking up from his book.
"Dammit, Draco! I can't believe you didn't want to stay and watch Parkinson fuck Zabini. I mean, that was a once-in-a-lifetime thing to see." Lucas complained as they made their way back to the Slytherin Common Room. Draco snorted in irritation.
"Once-in-a-lifetime? Gods, Lucas! In case you forgot, Parkinson is a *slut.* You'll have plenty of opportunities to see that again. In fact, you have a good chance to get her yourself. All you have to do is ask her and she'll spread her legs for you, no questions."
And with a scowl on his face, Draco stormed ahead of Lucas, through the Common Room and straight to his dorm, ignoring the questioning looks directed towards him.
Once in his dorm, Draco collapsed facedown on his bed, unmoving. He felt as if that moment of seeing Pansy and Blaise together had sucked out his ability to feel. He couldn't feel hurt, couldn't feel angry right now. All he could feel for the moment was a terrible, spreading numbness as he lay there for what seemed like ages until a voice broke the silence.
"Draco?"
Almost instantly, the numbness dissipated and was replaced with an ever-growing sphere of white-hot rage that was burning within him. Slowly, Draco lifted his head from the pillows to look at a smiling Blaise. He gritted his teeth.
//Don't you even have the *fucking* decency to look guilty?//
"Yes, Blaise?" He said evenly, disguising his rage for the moment. Blaise reached out and cheerfully ruffled Draco's hair.
"You alright, babe?" He asked sweetly. "Detention with Filch isn't exactly fun, or so I've been told." Draco shrugged, forcing a smirk onto his lips.
"I made Nott do most of the hard work. After all, I am a Malfoy, and Malfoy's don't do hard work!" Blaise chuckled and pulled Draco into a playful hug.
"Maybe I can cheer you up a little." Blaise whispered seductively, tilting Draco's head upwards and leaning in to kiss him. Draco pretended to respond at first until Blaise's tongue slipped into his mouth. He then took that as an opportunity to bite down. Hard.
Blaise yelped in shock and pain before pulling away from Draco.
"What the *fuck* was that for?" He hissed angrily. Draco made no answer, but his eyes narrowed dangerously as he bought up his left fist and slammed it into Blaise's solar plexus. Blaise gasped in pain and doubled over.
"Merlin, Draco! What's gotten into you?" He demanded hoarsely, clutching his torso.
"You bastard." Draco hissed savagely, standing over his now ex-boyfriend. "You lying bastard! I hate you so much!"
"What the? What're you on about?" Blaise demanded, beginning to stand up straight again. Draco glared at him, the rage and hatred burning in his silver eyes.
"Cut the innocent act, Blaise! You know exactly what I'm talking about! I saw you, Lucas saw you!"
Blaise hesitated for a moment, the realised exactly what Draco was talking about. The guilt surfaced in his brown eyes but he still tried to play the innocent one, thinking he could fool Draco.
"What're you on about, Draco?"
"Lucas and I *both* watched you fuck that *slut,* Pansy Parkinson, in an empty classroom!!!"
"How could you've seen us, the door-" Blaise paused, and his eyes widened in horror, realising he had just, rather stupidly, revealed the truth to Draco.
"You didn't completely shut the door. Lucas heard you both going at it and took a peek. Seeing as he doesn't know we're together, he thought I would enjoy the sight of my slutty ex-girlfriend *fucking* my *equally slutty* ex-boyfriend!!!" Draco snarled in reply.
"Ex-boyfriend?"
"Yes, Blaise, you heard me. Ex-boyfriend. Do you honestly think I want anything to do with you after this?" Blaise's eyes, if possible, seemed to widen even more.
"But…but, Draco-"
"What? Oh, I'm sorry, Draco please forgive me? But, Draco, Pansy meant nothing to me? Please, Draco, I love you?" Draco said all of this in a sarcastic whine, his glare fixed on Blaise. Then, for a moment, it seemed to soften, but not out of forgiveness. The burning anger was replaced with something worse. Pain.
"Do you have any idea just how much you've hurt me Blaise?" Draco whispered, tears beginning to form in his eyes. "I *never* open up to anybody, and then you came along. I thought I could put my trust in you. Damn, Blaise, I even began to let myself fall for you, and you knew how carefully I guarded my feelings around people. You were the first person I ever fell in love with."
"Draco." Blaise reached out and took Draco by the hand. "Please, I just want to say-"
"Don't touch me!" Draco hissed, pulling his hand away as the rage resurfaced. "Don't ever touch me again, Blaise. Don't come near me. Don't talk to me. I don't even want you to *look* at me if we're in the same room. Have I made myself clear?"
The air was thick with pain as the two boys stared fixedly at each other. Silver eyes ablaze with pain and fury. Brown eyes overflowing with guilt.
"Fuck this." Draco finally sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You're not worth all this, Blaise. You're worth less than a fucking house-elf." Turning on his heel, Draco began to stride out of the room, holding his head high in the typical arrogant Malfoy fashion.
"Wait, Draco! Where are you going?"
"I need a bath so I can wash all your *filth* off my body and out of my system." Draco snarled without looking back. Then Blaise was left standing alone in the dorm with his guilty conscience.
It's like
jumping, it's like leaping
It's like walking on the ceiling
It's like floating, it's like flying
Through the air
It's like soaring, it's like gliding
It's a rocket ship you're riding
It's a feeling that can take you anywhere
So why they call it falling
Why they call it falling
Why they call it falling
I don't know
There was passion, there was laughter
The first morning after
I just couldn't get my feet to touch the ground
Every time we were together
We talked about forever
I was certain it was Heaven
We had found
So why they call it falling
Why they call it falling
Why they call it falling
I don't know
But you can't live your life
Walking in the clouds
Sooner or later
You have to come down
It's like a knife through the heart
When it all comes apart
It's like someone takes a pin
To your balloon
It's a hole, it's a cave
It's kinda like a grave
When he tells you that he's found somebody new
So why they call it falling
Why they call it falling
Why they call it falling
Now I know
Now I know
"Why they call it falling" – Lee Ann Womack
(Took me ages to find the perfect song to inspire me for this chapter!)