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The hallways were deserted and cold as Draco made his way back down to the Slytherin dorms. The night was still and silent, which was an extreme contrast to the turmoil that was in Draco's mind.
'Why did you do that you dumb blond! He had helped you and looked after you , and you get all sluttish and then cold on him! What is he going to think of you now?' Draco's mind screamed at him, causing more confusion to flood the blonds mind.
He was always so unsure around Harry. He knew how was suppose to act round everyone else. To his fellow peers, he was to be a cold ruthless small minded wizard, a figure to be afraid of.
To his father, he was to be a quite, submissive slave; to do everything he was told, no matter how disgusting. To be there to take a beating when Lucius had a bad day, or simply when he felt like it.
And as for the others…
Some wanted him to be the whore that he was, to beg and act like he enjoyed it. To dress in tarty costumes, and talk dirty, while getting off on sick perverted acts.
Some preferred him to be the sweet naïve innocent boy, who needed to be taught what to do, even if it took a few slaps to do it.
While some just outright took him.
But what about Harry? What should he be like around Harry? Slutty? Coy? Forceful? Did he even want the blond sexually? Should he just be friendly? Or maybe Harry did not want change, and wanted to go on hating him.
But on both occasions when Draco kissed him he did not pull away. In fact , during the last kiss, Draco had definitely felt "interest" .
But then again, Draco had forced himself on him on both occasions, not really giving the boy chance to pull away and be disgusted.
'Anyway, its not as if he would really want to kiss you anyway! Look at you! A filthy tainted whore! Can you even remember how many men you have slept with?" A little voice inside Draco's head taunted.
Stopping his slow walk for a second, Draco massaged his temples, trying to ward off the impending headache he was feeling. Life was really getting complicated. Why couldn't anything ever be simple?
Looking out towards the clock tower, the realised that Filch would be on the other side of the castle, and would not be back here for at least another 30 minutes, Draco went over to the window ledge and sat down, trying to get his thoughts in some order. You did not walk into a snake put while thinking of something else.
'Maybe I should just forget this ever happened. Just go back to life the way it was before. I managed this long… and what you never had you never miss. If I could just get that idiotic Gryffindor out of my life, things will be more -'
"Draco?"
'Simple'
Turning at the sound of that voice, Draco stared at the dark haired boy. Harry was standing there, in his rumpled school uniform, his shirt still covered in traces of blood. Draco's blood.
Draco did not know how to act. Better to go with the tried and tested method.
"What are you doing down here Potter?"
"Oh, so its back to Potter now is it? Look, I just came down here to ask you something. Why, why…Why did you kiss me? Why did you call it a debt repayment?"
"I owed you something. Was it that disgusting? Anyway, what does it matter now? You had better get back to your room before Filch comes looking. Don't want any rumours to start about us do we?" Draco sneered, before turning to look down the deserted hall.
He heard the dark haired boy walk slowly towards him, and felt the Gryiffindor sit down on the ledge next to him. Close enough to touch, far away enough to tease.
"I don't understand you."
The seemingly random comment caused Draco to turn his head and look at the other boy. He was staring into his own pale face, with a steeling green gaze, as if the answer to his enigma was etched onto Draco's features. Draco could not say a word under that intense stare.
"One minute, you are as cold and hateful as I can bear to witness. The next you are as scared and vulnerable as I know you really are. Then you go and do things like kiss me. And I don't know what to think about you. And I don't know why. You know that I know, you are not a cold hearted bastard. Yet you always act like this. Why can't you just…be honest with me?" Harry asked softly.
"Why can't we just go back to hating each other?" Draco snapped back. When backed into a corner , always ask questions…it buys you time.
Draco heard a sigh come from Harry's lips, and he felt the other boys large hand land softly on his shoulder. Slowly, Draco turned his head towards Harry's keeping his eyes low. When he felt a finger trail across his jaw line, he began to tremble, memories of the more gentle experiences he had had began to flash before his eyes, causing the while sensations to become distorted. He kept his face impassive however, and allowed the Gryiffindor to explore his flawless face with his fingertips. He became vaguely aware of Harry's voice talking to him thought threw his minds turmoil, he only managed to snatch a few …" Harry's silky voice whispered, his hands working there way up to Draco's hair.
Letting out a discreet sigh and trying to contain a shiver (from fear or lust he did not know) Draco muttered :
"I hate you!"
"No you don't"
"Do!"
"Don't,"
"DO!"
"Don't"
"Oh, just leave me alone you pathetic Gryffindor! I don't want you help!"
"But you need it," was Harry's calm reply.
"Oh yeah? Well tell me, oh saviour of the wizarding world! What the hell could you do to help me?" Draco all but spat out.
Harry did not answer for a time, just looked at Draco. His green eyes gazed intensely on Draco's and the silver haired boy felt intimidated under their scrutiny. Finally, Harry's gaze shifted to his arm, still wrapped in the bandage.
"I could be there to let you vent to me. Instead of hurting yourself, you can shout and scream to me. And un like your method, the comfort I can offer afterwards, will not be hazardous to your health. I already have a good idea of why you do this Draco, you may as well fill in my gaps," Harry said, keeping eye contact with Draco the entire time.
A frown marred Draco's face, and he could not think of a proper reason as to why that would be a bad idea.
' What will it hurt? He is too much of a Gryffindor to tell his loser friends, he already knows anyway, and there is less likelihood of being caught! And this is the one person who can not possible think any less of you as it is. You have nothing to lose,'
On the outside, all Draco said was.
"I will owe you a debt," knowing full well the implications of the statement.
He was rewarded with Harry's eye brows shitting up, and then a concerned look on his face.
"Firstly, we have got to get you out of this screwy way of debt repayment, secondly, you owe me nothing. I am always glad to help," Harry answered.
" A good Malfoy, always knows his debts, and works damn hard to get rid of them," Draco seemed to quote, before turning to Harry with a determined look in his eye.
As fast as the snake people often compared him too, Draco pasted himself as best he could to Harry's body, before catching the dark haired boys mouth with his own. Parting his lips, Draco's tongue enticed the others to join it in an intimate dance, to take pleasure from the other . He felt hands on the small of his back, holding him firmly, and Draco knew, that he did not need to try any more, the other boy would take the initiative.
Draco had never got any form of pleasure from this. He knew how to go thought the motions, and to participate, but he never got anything out of it. It was too firmly embedded in his mind, that this was meant to be a punishment, a repayment. Paying Harry back was no different. Yes, he may be the one person Draco could ever love, but his was an intimacy born out of necessary, not feelings, and Draco had learned long ago to shut himself off.
What felt like an eternity, but was probably seconds later, Harry jerked himself away from Draco's lips, and drew in a ragged breath.
"You owe me nothing. And we have got to get you out of that habit. And we can start tomorrow. Do you think you could sneak back to my room for about 10 o clock? Only I know we will not be disturbed, and its more comfortable then an empty class room," Harry asked, shakily.
Draco simply, detached himself from Harry's arms and began to walk away. But before he disappeared from sight he turned and said,
"Maybe."
And then he was gone.
A/N
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