As expected all hell broke loose when I got home. Mother had found that I was missing and begun to worry as all parents will do. The house elves had tried to placate her but she was running around like a bear with a sore head, shouting at the top of her lungs. I shook my head and left the parlour where I had appeared in the fire place and walked into the entrance hall of the manor. I looked around, hoping that I'd have time to at least make it half-way up the stairs to my room before…
"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE. NOW STAND STILL. TURN AROUND. LOOK AT ME! I SAID LOOK AT ME!"
I did as mother had asked, raising my eyes from the floor to clash with hers, expecting to see anger. That was until I saw the tears streaking her face. My mother had been crying. I was ready to ask questions and then she started to talk to me.
"Have you any idea how worried I was about you? Your father disappeared one night and didn't come back for weeks. When he came back, he had gotten the Dark Mark. Do you know how I felt the night he left? Like my heart and soul had left with him. I was so scared Draco. I was scared that I had lost him forever. It was worse when I realised you had gone this morning. I don't know where you've been, and frankly I don't care. But please Draco, don't scare me like that again. Leave me a note next time. Wake me up if you have to. I know I'm not a morning person but I can't bear another day like today. Just don't leave me alone again." She looked at me and lowered her head, tears glistening in her eyes. I saw her shoulders start to shake and saw one tear drip silently, unheeded, to the floor. Mother wasn't angry. She was scared. I walked towards her and gathered her into a hug.
"Don't cry Mummy. I'm ok. I'm safe. I just wanted to go into London. I'm sorry if I scared you Mummy. I won't do it again. I promise." Her tears made a wet patch on my shoulder but I didn't care. My Mummy was sad and I couldn't make her happy again.
Mother had been a wreck the night that father had been arrested. She still had days where she was depressed. I should have thought about that before I left. I should have thought about what I was doing. I shouldn't have been so stubborn. I'm the man of the house now. I should have looked after my mother. But I hadn't. I had decided to do things my way. It turns out it was the wrong way. I vowed to spend the rest of the day talking to my mother and spending some real time with her like I had when I was a little boy.
I sat in the field alone. I looked up at the sky and smiled at the stars. I loved stargazing so I started to look for my favourite constellations: Orion, Sirius, Ursa Major and Ursa Minor and, of course, Draco. Mother taught me the constellations when I was very little. I heard a noise behind me and felt someone's hands slide round my waist. I leant back and put my head on their shoulder, closing my eyes briefly before looking upwards at the stars.
"I didn't know if you were going to come." I smiled to myself as the person behind me kissed my neck lightly instead of answering. I shivered slightly as their tongue tip touched my skin and then made another attempt at a conversation. "The stars are so beautiful tonight." I felt the words spoken against my neck.
"Not as beautiful as you." I groaned softly as they started to stroke my neck with their lips, touching the sensitive skin behind my ear with their tongue. I turned, closing my eyes as I did so and started to kiss their lips softly, stroking my tongue over their lips and smiling as they allowed me access. They tasted of a mixture of butterbeer and mint, as if they had been chewing gum before they had had a drink. I moaned as they lay backwards so that I was lying on top of them, completely covering their body with mine. Whoever it was was a really good kisser. I moved slightly so that I could be more comfortable and that's when something started poking me in the leg. I thought at first that it might be a wand but then realised that it was much to thick to be a wand. I pulled away hurriedly and stared into a pair of green eyes…green eyes…green eyes…
"Green eyes!" I sat upright in bed again. Not again. Not another sodding dream about sodding Harry Potter. I closed my eyes briefly and realised that the image of Potter lying beneath me was apparently burned on my eyelids. I should have found it repulsive. But lower parts of my anatomy told me I didn't find it repulsive. I groaned as I realised that the dream had left me with a blue ribbon hard-on. I closed my eyes again and was relieved to find that the image had gone. I consider falling asleep but decided that something had to be done about my erection. There appeared to be two options. Either I had a cold shower, waking myself up in the process, or I performed a solo act and allowed myself to enjoy myself. My mind seemed to be arguing with itself.
A cold shower is all it takes.
Yeah, but do you really want to be awake now?
If you're suggesting that I use a different method of relieving the problem…
Well, yeah why not?
Because it's Potter that's why not!
Did I actually say that you had to jack off to images of Potter?
No…but…but…but…
Potter…Potter…Potter!
He does have a cute butt…no what am I saying?
Malfoy loves Potter, Malfoy loves Potter!
I do not!
Do too!
Do not do not do not!
Do too do too do too!
Oh shut up!
Make me!
But it's Potter I can't fancy him.
Says who?
Me. I say so. I can't. He's a guy for starters.
I know I said I'd never bring this up…
Don't you dare!
But…
No! Not listening! Lalalalala!
Blaise Zabini is a guy!
You promised you would never bring it up!
I lied.
I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing.
Neither did he. But if you were sober and it was with someone like Harry…
No! It's never going to happen.
Was that a pout?
What?
Did you just pout?
No! I absolutely did not!
Oh yes you did!
Did not!
Did too!
Did not!
We're not getting into this again! The fact is, Master Malfoy, you pouted because you are never going to be with someone like Harry.
Shut up.
Make me.
I made both parts of my subconscious stop their bickering as I kicked off the duvet and got out of bed. I felt the cool air coming from my window hit my naked body and remembered that I hadn't bothered to sleep in boxers that night. It seemed ironic really that after last night's fiasco I hadn't bothered with boxers.
Maybe I had pouted, just a little bit. But it was a subconscious thing and therefore couldn't be considered my fault. I stared into my mirror and spoke aloud.
"I absolutely do not fancy Harry Potter!" I scowled at my reflection and turned back to the bed.
"Whatever you say Draco." My own voice came back to me from the reflection and I silently cursed my father for putting a Cognito Veritas spell on the glass. The spell was an interesting form of the Verita Serum. It meant that whoever said anything while staring directly into the mirror would end up having the true thoughts spoken back at them. It had been used to find out if I was responsible for many different crimes, most of which were my fault. Sometimes I had tried not to look into the mirror. But father had methods of persuasion more subtle than the Cruciatus curse. He didn't need to use magic to force me to do things. Muggle methods of torture and punishment worked perfectly well. According to my father, it was the only thing Muggles had ever got right. I grimaced as I walked back to the bed, sighing softly.
My subconscious blew a raspberry at itself as I lay back on the bed and began stroking my erection, cursing as the only images I could conjure up were of Harry Potter.