A/N: The bracketed things are what Draco is thinking in his not-so-p.o.v, I have to do the thinking part :D It's just funny :D
Sorry bout making you guys wait for so long :S but this chapter is really long!! 6448 words, without the A/N's!! 13 pages!!
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Chapter Four: Earwigs, Boxers, and Chocolate.
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The blond slytherin waited patiently at his house table, waiting with his evil smirk in place for the food to appear on the plates.
Then it happened.
All at once, the whole hall filled with people, jumping him and ripping at his robes, clothes, and eventually, his boxers.
"FUCK OFF YOU BLOODY EARWIGS!! DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO MY FATHER IS? BETTER FUCKING YET! I WILL KILL YOU ALL IF YOU DO NOT GIVE ME BACK MY BOXERS!!!" Well, at least that seemed to help him gain his boxers again. However, his clothes were another matter.
The Potter Boy was sitting at his Griffindork table, watching amusedly as the crowd backed away, a few of them with Draco's robes.
"OI! NO! GIVE ME BACK MY CLOTHES OR I SHALL HEX YOU INTO OBLIVION; INTO A BLACK HOLE IN SPACE FOR YOU TO NEVER FUCKING WELL BE SEEN AGAIN! And believe you me... I have no hesitations..." And so clothes were thrown back at him in a hasty, uncomfortable, cricket chirping silence.
Fuming, the young Malfoy set his determined, icy, and murderous gaze on the annoyances that were known to be his school mates. The nerve of those bloody people... Sure, he was to be wanted, how could anyone resist his Malfoy Charm? Although they did not bloody have to attack him. Well, they would have to earn their way into his pants (not that he would let any one into them... He had an extra pair of boxers on under the ones that had been ripped off. He had anticipated their stupid maneuver, but he really liked his silk boxers that they had taken off him.). He was talking chocolate, love letters, roses (white ones!! Oh yes, white roses are absolutely fantastic!) and foolish following him around. Of course, he was doing this for the power over the people (and to get chocolate... Dark Chocolate).
Perhaps some of them would be a good fuck... He would not know, as he was not planning on whoring himself out (Malfoys just simply don't!). Draco Malfoy is not a whore, oh, but he would be a sex god... He had never actually, you know, fucked, although he had some experience with his tongue (oh when those girls had came... They exploded).
Back to the matter at hand, enough straying off the subject... Fuming, he stormed towards the exit of the Great Hall, grabbing a piece of toast on the way out, a couple of carrot sticks, and a few pieces of chocolate (from other peoples plates.. They never saw it coming!!). Almost to the door, Draco pivoted around, his robe swirling around (Had to put the clothes back on, you know?) as he spun, he glared at the students. They would know never to touch him again (unless I say to...). Almost betraying his frightening mask with a laugh, he stormed out of the Hall, banging the doors closed behind him. A smirk found its way onto his face as he munched on the chocolate up in his dorm room, laughing to himself at what he had just done.
Now it's PROPER Draco POV
How hopeless those stupid people were. I knew they couldn't resist the sight of me... Good thing that I anticipated them... What the fuck gives them the bloody right to go ahead and try to undress me? Bloody stupid, mindless morons. They'd best be worrying about if I tell my father. That would be a good idea – of course it would be, it was my idea anyway – but then if I have no more people to worship me... What is the use of my devilishly good looks, if I can not boast about them?
Nothing.
Oh, this chocolate is so good... Not as good at those back at the manor.. But at least these have no nuts in them. Licking the chocolate savoringly off of my fingers, I somehow don't notice the creak of the door – Stop laughing at the cleche-ness of it, I was too busy with my chocolate – until I hear the shuffle of shoes on the carpet, and almost fucking crack my neck with me twirling around to face the intruder – oh shut up. He was inturupting my chocolate fest – and scowled immediately... That was when I noticed that he had not been with the rest of the idiots of the school, in other words, he had not been shoving forwards to get a piece of my ass.
My eyes narrowed at him, wondering what the fuck he was doing in Slytherin Tower, when he rolled his eyes and sat down on my bed. My bed!!! "Get off of my bloody bed.. Go play with the Mudblood, or whoever your girlfriend is.. Perhaps the Weasel boy?" at this he blushed thoroughly and I smirked, "Ah, so it is the Weasel!!"
"No, Malfoy, it is not Ron, Nor Hermione. I don't have a girlfriend, or boyfriend.. I just wanted to get my chocolate back... You took the only Flipperdipper left on the Gryffindor table." His blush had not gone down.. Funny that, He must be lying about something... The Chocolate!!
I sigh, acting dramatically and put my hands on my hips, "So, you just wanted a piece of me then?? Try to undress me?? I know it's not the chocolate, Potter... Unless you wanted to use the chocolate on me somehow." I struggled to keep my face stony without bursting with laughter. Imagine my shock when he burst out laughing, making my separate dorm room ring with his beautiful lau- WHAT?!?!?! What the fuck am I thinking?! Slapping myself mentally, I arch an eyebrow at the Gryffindor, as if asking him the question, What the Fuck?
Standing, Potter strode over to me – Fuck, He's tall when he's not sloutching – dragging his finger down the corner of my mouth, making not unpleasant shivers coarse through my body. He brought his finger away, then used another finger to flick down my nose quickly... My eyes were wide, as it were, and he was clearly going through the same thoughts as me – What the fuck had he just done?!
He smirked, after his little moment of realization, and held up his two fingers, both of them having chocolate on them.
"Use the chocolate D-Malfoy? I think You could have possibly used it yourself.. And leaving me out of the fun! How selfish!!" He burst out laughing again, only to see my scowling face. The nerve of that Boy!! Turning my own joke on me!!!
Stupid bloody Gryffindor... That was when I realized how close he was. And the fact He almost called me Draco. Now when did that ever happen?? And since when would I not get the last remark in an argument??
Never.
I smirked, and that was the only point when He stopped laughing. Now the thing I was just about to do... Well, it was mostly my not-rational-brain-right-now, and my hormones – which had made my cock twitch when he took that chocolate from my lips with his finger.. Now that was just weird.. – to do.
Taking his hand, I took his finger, and licked from the bottom up, and finally taking the chocolate off of the top with my mouth and my lips. Dropping his hand, I laughed at his expression of both shock and lust, before it turned to embarrassment quickly after what I was to say.
"Are you happy now that you were included, Potter?" I laughed at his now blushing self, and grabbed his shirt collar, and basically throwing him out of my room, slamming the door behind him, only to lock it to make sure no one else barged in.
I shook my head, and promptly went to the nearest wall, hitting my head against it once. What the fuck is happening to me?
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The next few days, well, they were pretty quiet for me. Of course, I had started receiving dark chocolate in the mail, and giant amounts of it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, but as much chocolate I got, I could not keep one thing from my mind, and I suppose it is pretty obvious as to what it was. Him.
At most times, I would have to focus really hard on the classes, mainly because He was on my mind. What the fuck was happening to me, I had no idea, so you'd best go fucking ask someone else about my fucking messed up mind just now, just plainly because I don't know what is happening. Well, That's a first, Me, Draco Malfoy, not knowing about something.
It's almost laughable. Apart from the fact that it made me uncomfortable. I like to be in control, and guess what? I'm not.
Like most times these days, I was striding through the halls, trying to make sense of my fumbled up mind, when I walked into Him.
Of all the fucking days to be colliding with my nemesis, it had to be today. Fuck, I am not in the bloody mood to be colliding into anyone let alone Him!! I sigh, pushing past him and his little group of 'friends', without so much of an insult. I already said, did I not, that I was not in the mood? That was when I realized I made my mistake. Though, preparing to just walk away, I heard the snide comment behind my back...
That fucking weasel.
Turning, my eyes narrowed and my lips pressed together tightly, and my hands clenched at my sidesai, I trn my eyes onto the Weasel.
"What did you fucking say, Chicken Shit?" I was fuming, and now so was the Weasel.
Shit Malfoy, what did you get yourself into?
Weasel jumped at me, snarling in the most barbaric manner – and I expect no less from that filthy piece of shit, I mean, look at his family? Most barbaric, - yet I stepped to the side, raising an eyebrow at the now crumpled Weasel.
The thing that I did not expect was Weasel jumping up and grabbing me around the throat, trying to throttle me. And for a while, It worked.
I was wide eyes and saying something like 'GAH!' before I got mad. And when I mean mad, I mean furious. I barreled a couple of punches into the Weasel's gut, making him take his hands away from my neck.
I watched him bend over, clutching his gut, before I kicked him, right in his cock, making him groan in pain and fall over.
I felt the Mudblood and Ha-Potter try to pull me away. Nevertheless, I ripped out of their grasp and kicked Weasel in the side, finally standing still over him, my head bowed down to look at his pitiful form, my brows furrowed and hands still clenched into fists at my sides.
I was preparing to make another kick at him, when Potter pulled me back, making me struggle to get away from him, and making me look even more angry and disheveled than I already was. I could not get out of Potter's arms, which were wrapped tightly around me.
Now, at this point, I didn't care that his arms are around me, only the fact that I wanted to hurt Weasel more.. No one would fucking insult me! Well, I felt Potter's hand turn me around so that I would stop struggling, and obviously, that worked, seeing as my arms were pinned to his front with his arms still around me.
The emotions of hurt, desire and lust in his eyes astounded me. His emeralds of eyes looked down to my neck, where purple bruises in the shapes of hands were forming quickly. He ran a finger down my neck, making those not unpleasant shivers coarse through me again.
He let me go, silently telling me with his eyes, pleading with his eyes, for me to just go.
And go did I. I didn't even look back to see if He was helping Weasel up or not, which he probably did do anyway.
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Heading towards the Great Hall, I pushed open the doors, to hear gasps from everyone. What the fuck was wrong? Did I for get to put my trousers on? I looked down, sighing thankfully that my trousers were on.
Looking up again, I take long strides to the Slytherin table, making sure my hair was fine, which it was – I had gelled it back before I had gone to the hall.
What the fuck was everyone staring at then?
Pansy handed me a mirror, and pointed to my neck.
Looking into the mirror, and to my neck, I gasp myself, dropping the mirror and letting it shatter on the floor. Using a quick Reparo on the mirror, I hold it up again and tilt my head to the side slightly, poking at my neck where dark, purpleish black bruises had formed there. All because of the Weasel. What can I say? I bruise easily... All I have to be glad about just now, is that I gave the Weasel a much worse bruising.
I hope he's in the hospital wing, for the bruises he gave me, he deserves to be hurt for harming a person as good looking as I... Fuck, these things hurt!
Prodding the bruises a couple more times, I wince, shaking my head and passing the mirror back to Pansy, nodding my thanks to her. This was all the Weasel's fault. My poor neck. I'd best get some good attention (Sympathy) from people today, otherwise I might just go to the bloody hospital wing tp kill the fucking Chicken Shit for doing this to me.
Then it occurred to me the closeness that Har-Potter (DAMNIT!) had been, that his arms had been around me... And the fact that it had aroused me.
Fuck.
The only thing I registered in my brain from then on was the sudden blackness, and the thud of my head on the tiles of the Great Hall.
Basically, the fact that I had passed out.
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Letting out a groan once I blink at the harsh lighting in the hospital wing, blinking owlishly till my eyes got used to the light. Then it all came rushing back to me, and I closed my eyes again, willing to go back to unconsciousness.
That was until something jumped on me and started throttling me – Honestly...
Ugh, the Weasel again. My eyes sprang open. Ohh, he was so not going to make those bruises worse! The fucking annoyance! Did he not learn anything?!
Looking up to the angered face of the Weasel – fuck, this sounds like a documentary... The lesser spotted weasel attacks its foe.. Okay, enough of that – and promptly punch him right on the nose.
Hearing a crack, and a howl from Weasel, I push him off of me, looking at him disgustedly.
"Do you not learn anything? Jeez, I would have thought that you would have learned from your Mudblood friend, and became smarter. Honestly, people must have thought that you were brought up in a barn! Oh, wait, you were." I smirked at Weasel, hopping off my bed and looking down on him, on his slouched body.
Obviously, he must have taken my comment to heart.
Jumping me, he made me fall to the ground, making me feel the crack of my head on the white tiles.
I'm just glad that Pomfrey decided to pull Weasel off of me, although she had no need to, he had already stopped for some reason..
Then I felt the pain, I felt the blood, and I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.
The reason Weasel had stumbled off of me, was because he had cracked my head open. Neither Weasel nor Pomfrey moved, they just stood there, in shock, watching me writhe on the floor in pain, till they got some bloody scense in their heads.
The Weasel picked up my limp body, putting me on my bed, shaking Pomfrey out of her shock, I could hear him panicking, but his word were muffled, since I blocked him out, I was in too much pain for his words to Pomfrey to get her out of shock.
The tears fell on their own accord, and I chanced a glance to the floor of the Hospital Wing, where I saw a puddle of my own blood there, and soon, the small patch of blood under my head on the pillow.
Pomfrey finally snapped out of it, lifting my head up, ignoring my shouts of pain, and casting a spell on my wound. Fuck, this whole thing hurt. The bone fused together in my head, and my skin and muscle on top of my skull was being painfully fused together as well. Soon, there was nothing resembling what had just happened, except my hair matted with blood, and the pillow that was covered in blood. The mediwitch gave me a pain killing potion, and made Weasel clean up the floor, changing my pillow herself.
A few more tears fell down my cheeks, right before I realized that Potter and Mudblood had been there, right from when Weasel pounced on me.
"Oh fuck.." Potter muttered from where he and Mudblood stood at the doors. The Mudblood was staring at me, wide-eyed and pale, her jaw dropped.
"Stop fucking staring at me." I was pissed, I was numb, I was tired, and I was not going to fucking well take their shit! I tried to glare at them, but it probably came out more as a grimace, mainly because I felt like shit, and there was a dull throbbing at the side of my head where it had been cracked. I turned my head to Weasel, who had finished cleaning the floor, and was now looking down at it, guilt writen all over his face. "You stupid fucking weasel." I sighed out half heartedly, and Weasel looked up, grinning slightly, yet hesitantly, obviously glad that I seemed to be fine.
I rolled my eyes, lifting my hand to rub my neck, then my head, where I brought it down to look at the blood on my hand from my hair.
Grimacing, I looked to Weasel, and he got the message, by handing the towel he used to mop the floor with, to me. Wiping the blood off my hand, I let my head rest back against my fresh pillow, and turning my gaze to Potter and Mudblood, who had stepped up to my bed with Weasel. "You know, you started it..." I pointed to Weasel, and he nodded guiltily.
"Sorry.." he mumbled, and looked to the floor again. I shook my head slightly, rubbing my hand on the bruises on my neck.
"You'd better be." I muttered under my breath, glaring at him slightly.
"Hey, I'm trying to be nice he-" That was when I sat up and glared at him fuly, pointing a finger in his face.
"Shut the fuck up, you were the one that just bloody well cracked my fucking head open. You have no right to be complaining about anything at this point in time. You deserved what you got from me, and don't fucking deny it." I snapped at him, glad that he took the sense to look down instead of picking another fight with me.
Lowering my hand, my eyes flickered to each of them in turn, before Pomfrey came out and shrieked at me to lie down... Bloody woman...
"Will you please stop bloody shrieking at me! A mediwitch of all people, not seeing that I have a headache! You would have one if your head had just been cracked open!" I sighed, shaking my head, while that bloody mediwitch retreated to her office.
Turning back to the Trio, I frowned slightly. "You are here to see Weasley, yes?" They all looked shocked that I didn't call him Weasel. Potter was the only one who nodded. "Well, here he is, off you hop!" Well, that shocked them.
I frowned at them, and that was all they needed to get out of the Hospital Wing.
Sighing, and flopping back onto my bed, I let sleep overcome me finally, and slept most of the day away.
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By the time I had woken up, it was already the next day, and I had to beg that bloody Pomfrey woman to let me out of the Hospital wing. She finally gave in, after I gave her the most adorable look one could ever imagine. The puppy dog eyes.
She shook her head and tutted before letting me out finally, and all I could do once out of there, was jump up and whoop. I was grinning, seeing as I had always hated that bloody place.
The bruises on my neck had not gone, all of my bruises have to heal the muggle way, it was just one of those wizard things. Cuts can be healed with magic, it's just bruises that can't be healed with Magic.
The bruises, in fact, had gotten slightly better, but was now greenish... Ugh, if I didn't make Weasel feel so guilty, and if it hadn't been so fun making him feel guilty, I would have killed him by now.
Going down towards the dungeons, I waited for the Slytherin Griffindor Potions class to start, seeing as I had already eaten in the Hospital Wing. Then came H-Potter (FUCK IT!!)... By himself?
Now, why the bloody fuck would Boy Wonder, be going to Potions, alone to wait? I just don't see the connection. There was nothing wrong with his two 'friends', so why the fuck is he here alone?
You know those feelings, where questions just ran through your mind? Well, I had one of those feelings then. That was before he stood infront of me, raising his eyes from the ground to look into mine.
I had opened my mouth to speak, but those eyes... Oh fuck, those eyes... They are hypnotic. My questions died on my lips for a few seconds, before I gathered up my Malfoy pride, and raised an eyebrow at him, asking the first thing that came to mind.
"What are you doing here alone?" I slapped myself mentally, what type of a question was that?! Stupid brain...
Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow... Ohh... Adorab- SHUT UP BRAIN!!!
"I'm waiting on the class, is that a problem with you, Malfoy?" I shook my head quickly, trying not to grin and giggle girlishly. Get a fucking grip Malfoy, you are not a giddy school girl... What a bout a giddy school boy? - ... What the fuck?!
Now, the thing that Harr-POTTER did next, was the most astonishing.. breathtaki- SHUT UP! STUPID IRRATIONAL PART OF MY BRAIN! SHUT UP! - thing that I had ever witnessed.
He smiled at me.
Now I know that this would seem weird, well, to Malfoy's at least, or to anyone in bloody Hogwarts, but that smile... Let's just say I was surprised that I didn't just melt into a fucking puddle at His very feet.
Well, I might as well get over it... But will I be able to?
I fucking bloody well... fancied... Harry Fucking Potter.
Oh shit on a stick.
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At that moment, I was so fucking relieved that Snape threw the door open at that point – before I could get all girlish and smile back at Harr-potter.. (oh fuck, Harry. Happy now you fucking insolent piece of burden that I call my brain? - Yes). - and snapped at us to get inside the class. Soon, the rest of the class filled in, and I sat at the Slytherin side, while Harry sat basically across the room.
I am sure that Snape is trying to piss me, or Harry, off. You see, the next thing my lovely Godfather did, was pair up people in the class. Guess who I got paired up with?
Damn you Snape.
I just waited for Harry to come over with the ingrediants for the Dreamless Sleep Drought, preparing the cauldron and the flame.
Fuck, that was the longest Potions lesson ever.
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By the time class was over, I was almost running out of the bloomin' dungeons!
That was until my oh so dearest godfather decided to call me back, waiting till the rest of the students had filed out of the classroom, before pulling me back inside, and closing the door behind him. Now I was starting to get scared.
"Draco, what is wrong with you?! You didn't pay attention to any of the lesson!" I acted offended, frowning at him.
"Me?! Of course I payed attention to the lesson, Severus! Why the hell would I not?" He gave me a glare, that even I struggled to not flinch with.
"Then, why is it, that you could not look at Potter, let alone reach acroos you desk without this uncommon blush creeping onto your face the whole time?" He smirked, not a bad smirk, but a teasing one. I sigh, looking to his eyes and frowning slightly. "Your father is going to kill you if he finds out Draco. Do you not know that your life is at risk from fucking the Boy Who Lived?"
At that point, Severus had placed both hands on my shoulders, and shook me slightly. My mouth dropped open at this.
"You are calling me a whore, Severus! I can not believe this! I am most certainly not fucking Ha-Potter!" Oh, I was going to get in shit for that slip of the tongue. Severus looked at me in shock.. Yep, so in deep shit.
"So you like him, is that it? Is it his eyes?" Severus laughed. This was serious.. Severus Laughed. Now, what's wrong with that sentence? I think anyone could guess that...
Fuck.
"Is is that you fancy him, Draco?" I was snapped out of my small trance, and glared at Severus. "You could get us both into such deep shit, we would never be able to come back out, Draco. But fine, go gallivanting with your newfound sexuality. I need a drink.." Oh no...
"No no! No drinkies Sev, you can not drink! Remember what happened last time, Sev? That was not good!" This seemed to calm Severus down slightly, made him sit down and think.
"I'm sorry Draco... But it's just so risky. You might fall in love with him." I didn't say anything. "Draco..." Severus groaned, hitting his head with the bottom of his palm, "Don't tell me that it's gone so far as loving him Draco.."
"No, Sev, it hasn't. Don't worry. Good night." I hugged my Godfather, reluctantly leaving the room to go to my Dorm, perhaps sleep would be good just now... Yes, sleep.
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Of course, waking up seemed painful, seeing as those bloody bruises had turned blackish again, and were throbbing slightly.
Stupid fucking Weasel.
Climbing out of my bed, I feel something squish under my foot. Something very squelchy. Looking down, scared that it would be dragon dung, I let out a chuckle, seeing the squirming – and now squished – Chocolate Frog under my foot.
Then I saw the rest.
My room, is filled, with various types, of chocolate! Most from my fellow Slytherins!
What I didn't expect, however, was chocolates and sweets from the Griffindorks, let alone from the other houses! I should try this 'sympathy' thing more often... Grabbing my wand from my bedside table, I make a clear path through the sea of sweet, then start walking to the bathroom.
Honestly, the amount of chocolate! I'm not complaining, in fact, I'm trying not to jump into a victory dance! I swear, the sweets are piled almost to the ceiling, all over my room!
Oh thank you Merlin!!
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After finishing my shower and getting dressed, I gasp as I look to the clock on my wall.
Fuck! I was late for breakfast! Forgetting about gelling my hair back, let alone drying it, I run to the Great Hall, bursting through the doors.
Oh the shock on their faces were priceless.
Turning to the Slytherin table and jogging over, my still wet hair flaps in my face. Sitting at the space Pansy and Blaise had made for me, I watch the owl post come in.
"GAH! What the FUCK?!"
I was bombarded with owls.
Panting, I get back up from the floor, and take all the 'sympathy' gifts and 'I want to get into your pants' gifts, having to shrink them all down to fit into my pockets. I kept the bouquet of white roses out... I just loved them. I just had to grin. I just had to... White roses, and more chocolate! Oh happy day!
I sat back down, seeing that all of the owls had gone. Save from one. That annoying round, ball of fluff, it just kept zooming around my head! I swear, it was giving me a headache! Snatching it out of the air, like a snitch, I held it to my chest and stroked its head with my index finger, making it stop struggling. You know, it's quite a cute little thing...
Ah, but who owned it? I have no idea. I just wanted that little owl. Contrary to everyone's belief, I do like owls. And animals. It's just bugs that I can't stand!
"Aw, would you look at that? It's asleep!!" and indeed, it was. I just continued stroking it, and hugged it one time. It was so adorable! Now, the people on the Slytherin table were grinning at me, seeing as they knew of my love for owls. Owls are my favorite animal, and this one was just so cute!
That was when Weasley came up to me, raising an eyebrow.
"Could I have my owl back, Malfoy?" He asked, but seeing the look on my face, that I didn't want the cute little thing to go, he rolled his eyes, snatching it from my hands and making the adorable little thing wake up. He stuffed a treat in its mouth, and I was horrified at the way he ignored it, seeing as it was choking.
"You idiot! The poor little adorable thing! You're making it choke!" I snatched it away from Weasel, prying the owls beak open and taking the treat out of its mouth. It looked at me gratefully, and I grinned at it. The Weasel didn't deserve this owl. The poor little thing.
Weasel just snatched it back from me, muttering something about 'stupid ferret'. "You don't deserve that owl, Weasel! You can't even take care of it!" I snapped at him, standing up and clenching my fists at my sides. He saw this, and his eyes widened, but just stuffed the owl into my hands.
"Fine, ferret, you can have Pig! I didn't want him anyway!" I looked at him in shock, then realizing that the Owl was too in shock, I started to comfort it. The poor little thing... I was grinning from ear to ear, and I suppose that the whole hall was surprised at me cuddling that little owl to my cheek.
"Why, thank you, weasel!" I laughed, hugging the owl and sitting back at my table, feeding it little parts of bread.
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After putting the owl – didn't Weasel call him Pig? - into the owlry, I headed on to Divination. Yet again, seeing only Harry there. He smiled at me... He smiled at me!! That was the point when he stepped to me, and placing a quick, small kiss on my lips.
And boy, was I shocked, and promptly kissed him back, giving out a small groan of pleasure once he started to deepen the kiss.
But then he stopped, and I opened my eyes, and he stepped away from me, while I lifted a finger to go over my lips.
I was in a daze, but it had felt so good. All I knew that it wasn't my imagination, was that His lips were slightly more swollen. He was grinning slightly to himself as he made his way up the ladder to wait for the rest of the class.
That is to say, I went up with him, but I sat at the back, and he sat at the side, near the window.
Fuck, I am so screwed.
I could not pay attention to anything today, and it passed in a blur.
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By the time of Care of Magical Creatures with the big Oaf, my mind was in a bigger jumble that it had been. This was all Potter's fault.
Now, the kiss was fine, it's just the fact that I fucking fancy him. Fuck, I sound like a school girl. Maybe I could find some butterbeer, maybe some Firewhiskey, and just down it all. I know that I'm not an alcoholic, far from it. Normally I detest the stuff.. But just now, it seemed like I need it. Perhaps it would help me think better.
Pfft. What kind of shit was I smoking if I thought drinking would help??? Fuck, this was all His fault. Why did he fucking have to come to Hogwarts? If he hadn't come, and stayed with his muggle relatives, then I would not be in this mess just now. But what's done is done.
Hah, now I sound like Dumbledore – What is done is done. Pfft. I am in a mess.
Once that Oaf had finished the lesson, and the rest of the day was free, I sighed, heading up to the astronomy tower, trying to clear my head. I was pacing back and forth, when the door opened and I scowled at the person who came in.
"This is all your fault Potter, it is all your fault that my mind is so fucked up now. Why can you not just keep to your fucking self?" My tone was harsh, harsher than I meant it to be.
"My fault, Malfoy? How the hell is is my fault? You were the one who as the whole bloody school trying to get your clothes off. It's not my fault that you just happened to like me out of all the people fawning over you. It is not my bloody fault, Draco. Get over yourself." He turned to make his way out, but turned back around to say something. Now, that was not going to happen.
I took quick, deliberate steps to him, grabbing his shirt collar with both hands, and slamming him against the wall, pressing up against him, looking up to his green eyes that were oh so hypnotic. I sneered, my own eyes showing my fury and hurt, and my brows furrowed.
"Get over myself, Potter?" Hissed I, "Get over myself? You were the fucking one that kissed me, if you hadn't done that, then maybe I might not have fallen for you, or if you hadn't smiled at me before that potions lesson! Have you ever stopped to think of how the hell I would be able to keep the secret that I like you?? No, of course not." I let go of his shirt collar, taking a step back, "Your head is too swollen with your fame that you can not see past anything else to how it would affect peop-" He cut me off by grabbing me, and pushing me against the stone wall, instead of the other way around. He crushed his lips to mine in a bruising kiss, biting my bottom lip so that it bled.
I let out a small yelp of pain and pleasure of him biting my lip. He used his tongue to lap up the blood from my lip, and sucked on my lip for a few seconds, then thrust his tongue into my mouth, battling with my tongue furiously.
I groaned deep into his mouth, all thoughts deserted me when I responded to his kiss. I could not stop, no matter how I would mentally try, I would not be able to stop. I didn't want to stop.
He pushed me back on the wall, his body pushing onto my body, and only making me moan when he put his arms around my waist and lowered his head to my neck, flicking the tip of his tongue over a sensitive spot on my neck, making me feel like putty in his hands. He smirked, whispering in my ear 'You like that, huh?' I nodded, breathless, my eyes closed wanting more and more.
He flicked his tongue over that spot again, making me moan and making my cock twitch and become harder than it already was. I was panting slightly, till he rubbed his erection against mine, which made me take in a shuddering breath, my eyes snap open and my eyes roll back slightly in pleasure. He nibbled on my ear lobe, but I grasped his head and roughly brought it back round to my face and kissed him hard.
I felt him moan in my mouth, and I closed my eyes, wrapping one of my legs around one of his legs. I rubbed my arousal against his through our robes, and the friction and his touch was driving me mad. His kiss returned mine, but harder, more savagely.
And I liked it.
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Pushing him off of me, I pressed myself against the wall, panting slightly, eyes now open and wide. "Get the fuck away from me potter.." I whispered.
Potter looked at me with a frown, and opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off, screaming at him "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME POTTER!" the confusion in me had ended, the fact that I did in fact, fancy Potter, was strangling me, full throttle. I had to get him away so that I could think about things logically, with him around, I wouldn't be able to think of anything.
I screamed at him again to get away, yet he didn't. I slumped to the floor, face in my hands, and the tears fell. Now I really felt like a school girl crying and all.. A school girl who's father would kill her.
"Draco.." I felt His breath against my ear, the soft whisper with concern lacing his voice. I looked up at him furiously, pushing him away from me quickly. "Draco... What's wrong?" he tried again...
"You are what's wrong, Harry!! If I hadn't liked you, then I would still have the fucking chance of living!! My father will find out... He always does..." The last part was said in a whisper...
He wrapped his arms around me, putting me on his lap after he had sat down, and he held me against his chest, letting me weep pitifully, while he just comforted me, soothed me.
I feel so secure in his arms. I don't want it to end...
So must it?
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A/N: WEEELLL!!! 12 pages!! Now, I know that Draco 'thought' or said 'fuck' more times than that on a metalica Cd, but I just figured, that was his nature.
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