Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter
Warning- This story is a slash and is very graphic. Watch out!!
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Chapter 6: Why The Hell...?
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"Malfoy, you awake yet?" I hear. My eyes shoot open to find myself looking Scarface in the eyes.
"LET ME UP, POTTER!" I yell. Potter stops hovering me and I sit up quickly. As I rub the back of my head I look around. I think I'm in Potter's bed and in the dormitories.
"Where the bloody hell am I?" I ask. I'd better make sure my guess is right.
"My bed. I carried you up here when you passed out in the loo."Potter informs.
I glare at him. "So what?! I don't need any help. I'm a Malfoy and we can help ourselves." I snap.
Potter glares back. "You where fucking overdosing! I couldn't just leave you!" He growls. "Did you wanna die?!"
That is for me to know and for you to NEVER find out, Scarhead. "You still should of left me. "I pout. "Maybe Pansy could of saved me."
"Pansy got busted when Snape crashed the party. She was escorted down to Dumbledor's office, along with many of your other slimy Slythrin buddies. If it weren't for me, you would be getting the shit beaten out of you by a bunch of Gryffindors." Potter shoots at me.
I lay back. "My bloody head hurts." I whine.
"You hit your head on the floor pretty hard. I'm shocked that your head didn't bust open." He says. "I'd give you some muggle medicine but someone raided my trunk."
I smirk. "That would be Pansy."
I hear a door slam. "Harry! This bloody sucks! I got detention for a month..." Weasel starts as he walks in. He stops when his eyes land on me in Potter's bed. He looks over at Potter. "Please tell me why the bloody hell Malfoy is lounging in your bed."
"I almost O.D. you git." I growl.
"So!? Get the fuck outta here!"
I get out of the bed and drag myself to the door. I begin so smell this vomit smell. I look down and my shirt is vomit stained. "Potter, why did you let me puke all over myself?" I ask.
Potter rolls his eyes. "Like I could of stopped you." He says.
I bite my lower lip. I open my mouth to...thank Potter but I change my mind and shut it before I exit.
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I walk into the Slythrin dungeons, my head pounding worse than at Potter's. I see Pansy passed out on the couch by the fire. I smirk. She can be so cute when she wants to.
I walk over and sit next to her. "Pans, wake up." I whisper, shaking her leg.
She groans. "Draco, go away." She grumbles.
"Rough night?"
"Like you don't believe."
"Well sit your arse up and tell me about it."
Pansy looks over at me and sighs. She groggily sits up and sways a bit. "Ok it started of pretty cool. I found Potter's muggle medicine and took ALL of it. He possibly had enough to cure 10 colds. Well then the female Weasley found me and yelled at me for stealing Potter's things and that she would hex my arse but she didn't feel like getting expelled.
"After awhile, the stuff kicked in and I walked around feeling pretty good. Then I got really dizzy and I felt like I was gonna be sick. I held it down as well as I could. Then Snape bursts in to the party and grabs me. I vomit all over him.
"Snape then drags me to Dumbledor's office and I was lectured for two hours on how it's bad to do things like muggle drugs and that I was lucky not to be expelled. Then I came back and passed out on the couch and then two hours later you wake me up." She explains.
"Well don't feel bad, I blacked out before I could fuck Potter. I woke up vomit drenched and in Scarhead's bed." I tell her.
She scrunches up her nose. "Is that what smells?!"
I glare at her. "Fuck you! You don't look very pleasant either." I growl.
"We should of stayed home and shagged each other senseless." Pansy says, crossing her arms.
"Tell me about it."
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I'm straddling Potter on the floor of "our" abandon classroom. This tends to happen a lot. Only difference is that Potter's fighting back like the good Gryffindork that he is.
"Malfoy, get the fuck off of me." He growls, squirming under me, violently.
I strike him across the face and it doesn't seem to have any effect. "Quit fucking squirming, you bloody wanker!" I yell.
Potter lifts one of his legs and hits me in the balls. I cry out in pain and roll off of him. Potter sits up. "This is the bloody thanks I get for helping you out?!" He yells.
"I..fucking hate you, Potter." I growl.
"You're a fucking arsehole! You are the worst person I've ever met! When you die, I hope it's the worst and longest painful death know to man!" He screams. He begins to shake in anger. He mumbles something I can't hear. Knowing Potter, he'll repeat it without me asking.
I sit up and punch him in his chest. "Shut your stupid Gryffindor mouth." I growl.
Potter wheezes for a moment and then lounges at me. I crash onto my back and he straddles me. He puts a arm on both sides of my head and hovers me. We're both breathing heavy.
I'd tell Potter to get the hell off, but I can't speak. Potter's green eyes are looking straight into my blue. "Malfoy..." He breathes. The next thing I know, his lips are on mine. I push him off and sit up.
"What the fuck are you doing, Potter!?" I yell.
He pales. "I-I don't know." He says.
I wipe my mouth off. "Well don't fucking do that again, you sick bastard." I growl.
Potter looks over at me and our eyes lock. "Why did you kiss me last Saturday?"
I look at him like he's crazy. "I never kissed you last week!" I yell.
"Remember at the party? You pushed me into the back of the chair and snogged me like crazy." He says.
I have a flash back and I shudder. I remember how much I actually liked it. "I remember now." I whisper.
"Why did you do it?!" He yells.
"I was on drugs! What the hells did you expect of me?!" I yell back.
He looks like he's on the verge of tears. "It's your fault I'm so broken." I says.
I roll my eyes. "How did I-"
"I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!"
I freeze. Did...Potter just say he's in love with me?! "You've lost it." I say, looking at him like he's crazy.
"No I haven't. Do you even understand what that kiss did to me?! It gave me hope. Fuck! Everything you did to me, I tried to have a slight bit of hope." He cries. He begins to shake his head. "Maybe I hope to much."
I stare at the floor and take in everything Potter just said. "Well it's your fault you like your enemy." I grumble.
Potter shakes his head and scoffs. "Your fucking insane." He yells.
I glare over at Potter. "If your so fucking in love with me, then prove it already!" I snap.
Potter raises an eyebrow. "How would you like me to prove it, Malfoy. Kiss you?!" He snaps.
"Whatever! Until you prove it, then I wont buy it. I think your just trying to make me feel like shit." I say.
Potter leans over and closes his eyes. His lips lightly touch mine. I close my eyes and just sit there. A hand cuffs my chin and a tongue licks my lower lip for entry. I know I'm going to regret this later. I part my lips and Potter's tongue slides inside. I run my tongue over Potter's and cause him to...MOAN?!
I push Potter off of me. I look at him. He's breathing heavy, his eyes are glazed and...I mentally begin to gag. I notice the beginnings of an erection. I shudder. This is so wrong.
I groan. "Why do you have to love me?!" I yell. I'm trying to kill you and you get turned on to it. "You're a fucking moron."
"Kill me."
I look him in the eyes. "You want me to kill you?" I ask with no tone my voice. When he nods, I hit him hard across the face. His eyes are wide and his cheek is fire red.
"What in bloody hell did you do that for?!" He growls.
"Because you need to get your fucking head on straight." I snap.
Potter bows his head. "Leave me alone." He whispers.
I stand up. "Fine. I'll let you wallow in your own depression. See if I give a shit." I growl and leave. Potter was getting on my nerves anyway.
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Author's Note: Woo Hoo! Another chapter! I'm so happy! This chapter is almost like a filler. ALMOST. This story is so cool. I don't know why, but I just enjoy being evil. Maybe I'm mental. Whatever. Well read and review PLEASE!!! Later.