Disclaimer-I still don't own Harry Potter. (sighs) It's a sad world.

Warning- This is a slash.

Note: The last chapter was chapter 10. I made a typo but it was the right chapter.

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Chapter 11: Got to Figure This Out

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It's been three weeks since the wand incident, and I've recovered just fine. I have this ugly looking scar by my belly button, but that's it. I must admit, I feel pretty damn good. Well I do up till I think about Harry-fucking-Potter.

I look up at my ceiling while I lay in my bed. I let out a sigh. I have the sheets pulled so no one can peek a look at me. Well, when its 3:30 in the morning on a school night, no one really is up.

Anyway back to that bloody wanker. I can't get the bastard out of my head! If I have nothing better to think about, my mind wanders off to Potter and millions of questions flow into my brain.

Here's one for example: I had a flashback to the beginning of the year, when all I wanted to do was hex the fuck out of Potter for getting Father sent away. Now I don't want to EVER hurt him. I feel as if I lost my mind! So the question is; do I lo…LIKE Potter? I will NEVER in a million years love that fucking boy. It's Scarhead for fucks sake. But then "that" question ties in with another question: Was I already in love with Potter and never knew it?

I throw my blanket over my head a groan. I need to sort this out before I lose my bloody mind. Or sleep.

I'm telling Potter.

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I can't even concentrate in Dark Arts class! I try to look at Noctron but my eyes travel over to the back of Scarhead's shaggy brown hair.

I growl quietly and force myself to focus on the front of the class. I feel Pansy staring at me. "Um…Are you ok?" She asks.

I nod. I look down at the parchment and grab the quill. I scribble down:

Harry,

We've gotta talk! Meet me in out classroom after DADA.

Draco

I re-read it. Good enough for me. I fold it up and pull out my wand. I point at it and whisper, "Leviousa." I float the note to Potter and set it on his table. I notice Noctron eyeing me and I give him a smirk. He goes to his desk and writes something. He walks over to his owl and ties the note to its leg and it flies away. Weird.

Potter glances back at me for an 'ok.' Pansy looks up at me and frowns.

"Your going off with Potter, aren't you?" She asks, sadly.

I roll my eyes. "Sod off, Pansy. It's nothing. It's not like I'm dating the git or anything." I growl. WHERE NOT!

She huffs. "Potter should have to wait. I was here first. Been here for 6 years." She pouts.

"Boo-bloody-hoo."

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I'm sitting on my usual seat when Potter comes in. I begin to swing my legs back and forth as Potter drags a chair over to the table.

"So, What is wrong?" He asks.

I take in a deep breath. "Ok. I've just got to get this out. So just fucking deal with it." I say.

"So tell me."

"Ok, ever since our last shag I can't get you off my fucking mind and it's gotten to the point where I can't sleep at night and I just want it to go away and…" I take another breath. "That's it."

"Um…Wow." Potter simply says.

I look him in his crystal green eyes. "I don't what to do." I say, hopelessly.

Potter sighs and stands. He places himself in-between my legs and looks me in the face. Hm, Potter's that short that to look him in the eyes that I have to be sitting on a table. "Well, Draco, do what feels right." He says. I close my eyes and softly kiss him. He wraps his arms around my neck and I cuff his chin. I nip at his bottom lip for entry. His mouth parts and I slide my tongue inside. His tongue rubs on mine and I softly moan.

Potter breaks the kiss but his face remains close to mine. "Did that feel right?" He breathes. I just nod. He steps back and shoves his hands in his pockets. "I'm glad I could help you." He says.

"Are you leaving?!"

He eyes me. "You don't WANT me to go?" He asks.

I sigh and lower my head. "I don't know what I want anymore." I admit. I look up at Potter. "You've gotta help me."

He walks back over and stands in front of me. "Go ahead." He says.

I give him a strange look. "Go ahead and do what?" I ask.

"Do what you want to me."

I frown and glare at him. "Sod off, Harry. I'm not gonna bloody do that to you!" I growl.

Potter winces. "I-I thought it would help." He says, looking away.

My face softens. I stand and pull Potter in for a hug. His forehead presses against my shoulder and he sighs. I lean down and kiss Potter again with more desire and passion than the other kiss did. I feel Potter cling to me and I begin to tongue fuck Potter's mouth. I pin him against the table and start down his neck.

He throws his head back and moans quietly. I lick and bite down on the sweet skin. Potter cries out my name. I smirk a bit but I don't let down the sucking.

I begin to rub Potter's bulge with my hand. He begins to breathe heavier and his hips begin to jerk at the touch. "G-Get them off, Draco." He half moans.

I un-button them and yank them down. I begin to stroke softly. Just enough to tease. I return to my kissing at his neck. Potter's hips move quicker at the touch. I let my thumb barley run across the head and Potter moans out loudly. "Come for me, Harry." I breathe, seductively against his ear.

He nods and closes his eyes. His hips move faster and he begins to moan louder and more constant. To silence him, I roughly kiss Potter. I go around to his arse and I slip a finger into his arse. Potter breaks the kiss to let out the sexiest strangled moan I've ever heard in my life.

"MR. MALFOY!! WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME ARE YOU DOING?!?"

I freeze. Fuck. That is one of the last voices I've wanted to hear at a time like this.

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Authors Note: Oh it's a cliffy! Oh aren't just a skank!? Not only is it a cliffy but it's right in the middle of a heated scene. I was bored and needed something to do. So I decided to type up another chapter. I need to work on the sequel but I don't know where I want to go with it. Oh well. When I get to that point in time, I'll have you guys decide. I've based Draco's thoughts and attitude on my friend. He seems to be feeling the same way about someone and it just seem to fit this. (smiles) Whelp, tell me what ya think. Later mates!