Author's Notes: Hey look, I got another chapter up. Yeah, me brother didn't end up reformatting the computer, so I'm slightly pissed but not really. At least now I still have all my pictures. Anyway, here's a quick chapter. You'd think with all the time I've had to write this chapter it would be longer and, well, better, but frankly I didn't feel like writing. You kids are lucky that you even have this. Anyway, I'll try and get a new/longer chapter up soon, but no promises. I'm in need of ideas right now, so feel free to e-mail me anything.
Reminder: Hey, to those who have won one of the Quote Competitions and haven't yet suggested anything, what in the hell are ya waiting for? I'm not gonna bother retyping who won, just check the Author's Notes in chapter 13. Mmmkay?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
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I lay awake, staring at the deep scarlet curtains before me. In the dark they looked almost black, creating a dark, gothic appeal. I sighed, closing my eyes only to open them moments later. There would be no sleep for me tonight, no temporary release from my troubled mind. Hermione and Ron were going out behind my back, and I was going out with Malfoy behind their backs. I had kissed Malfoy. On the lips, tongue. I had bite marks on my neck. I reached up and gingerly fingered my neck where he had bit it and had delicately licked the crimson fluid that had seeped out. I smiled, remembering the incredible ecstasy I had felt when his tongue had flicked across my neck, numbing the pain caused by the small wound. That had been the single most amazing moment of my life. I could still feel his arm around my waist, and I could still feel his silky blond tresses in my fingers. Oh what I wouldn't give to feel his lips against mine one more time.
I closed my eyes again, calling back images of that encounter. Malfoy's stormy grey eyes, his thin lips, floppy blonde hair, a devilish smile, a red tipped tooth... My eyes popped open, remembering Malfoy's expression when I had jokingly called him a vampire. Why had I said that? And why had he gotten so upset? It had been a joke, but he had gotten all worked up about it.
"God, I'm such on idiot!" I grumbled, though I knew it was foolish to berate myself. For one thing, it wouldn't do a damn bit of good. And another; how was I to know that he would react the way he did? I sighed. It didn't matter anyway. Malfoy had said to meet him again, and I hoped that by then he'd have forgotten about what I had said. Until then, I would just have to dream about our next encounter.
******Draco's POV******
I stood in the middle of a deserted hall, looking wildly around me. Where was I? The ceiling stretched high above me, a great taupe coloured expanse. The walls spread out on either side of me, extending as far as I could see. They were lined with columns, topped by gruesome, evil looking gargoyles. Suddenly a hideous laugh erupted from behind me. I whipped around, only to find that nothing was there. I stood, frozen in the nightmarish hall, as the laugh rang out again, echoing down the empty hall. It was louder now, and although I still couldn't see its source, something inside of me told me I didn't want to see it. I ran.
My footfalls reverberated loudly as I ran. But as loud as it was, it could not drown out the cutting laugh which chased me, gaining volume. I didn't dare turn around for fear of what was chasing me. But as I ran non-stop down the hall, my left foot got in front of the right and down I went, smacking the cold marble hard. I sat up and turned, facing what was chasing me. As I stared down the hall, a black vastness appeared on the floor, swallowing the floor as it neared me. My eyes widened as the shadowy pool approached, ominous and menacing. The shadow stopped before me, and seemed to shrink into itself. I gazed, enraptured in the scene that lay before me. Suddenly the shadow shot up from the floor like water from a fountain, filling the cavernous hall. I gawked as the shadow began to take shape –arms, claw-like hands, horns. Two crimson eyes shone with incredible brilliance, glaring down at me. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound would come out. His arm extended towards me, claws open to grasp me, when I felt two arms wrap around my waist and drag me off the floor, away from the shadow.
Suddenly I was no longer in the hall, or at least I did not think I was. I could not tell; nor could I see. I was enshrouded in complete and utter darkness –except for the pair of arms around my waist. Light emanated from the arms, a pleasant, warming light. I remembered the arms first wrapping around me, lifting me away from the nightmare. To whom did these arms belong? I twisted around and to my surprise came face to face with Harry Potter. I opened my mouth to gasp and found it immediately filled with tongue as Harry kissed me. The feeling was that of pure ecstasy. I suppressed a laugh as his tongue tickled the roof of my mouth, and slid my own tongue into his mouth.
We broke apart, slightly breathless. It was then that I noticed shimmering white feathers fluttering around me, a few brushing against my face. I stared at the beautiful, glimmering wings protruding from Harry's lean, muscular back. I couldn't resist reaching out and touching the soft plumage, so soft and delicate. Harry's chest heaved slightly with laughter. I felt his lips brush against my neck, sending pleasurable sensations down my body. I turned my head and attached my lips to his jaw, placing kisses as I worked my way to his mouth. I placed a kiss on his lips, and another. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed him against me, leaving no space between us. I kissed him again, harder, and traced my tongue along his bottom lip in a plea for him to open his mouth. It opened, and I slipped my tongue inside, playing with his tongue. I noted with pleasure that he tasted like strawberries –my favourite.
Suddenly he didn't taste like strawberries, but more like…
Linen. I sat up quickly in my bed, noting with disgust the spot of drool on my pillow. It had all been a dream; the hall wasn't real, the shadow wasn't real, and Harry wasn't an angel –he was a pillow. I sighed. Fantasies were a weird thing, and were quite unfamiliar to me. It was then that I noticed a sort of sticky wetness on my pants.
"Fuck."
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End Notes: So that's the chapter. It's really short but I didn't feel like writing anything. I guess that about it.
Quote: Yeah, I didn't put a quote in this chapter cuz I didn't feel like slipping one in. The quote competition is still going on, but I'm going to put them down here, instead of in the story. Occasionally if I can manage it, I'll put them in the story, but otherwise I'll just put them down here. And also, I'm changing it so that you only have to get one quote to win. Aight, so let's see if'n ya can get this'n. Here it is:
You gonna bark all day, little doggie, or are you gonna bite?
Yeah, there it is. It's from a totally killer movie which if you haven't seen it I suggest you see it when I reveal what movie it comes from. So ya, good luck to guessing from whence the quote came. Ta.