this is a small update because, even though i've written a lot, i'm not ready to post it yet because i want to have more of a lead-in to what's going on first. i'm going to be working a lot more on this as soon as finals are over (in exactly a week and a half, holy jesus, i'm fucked).
as a side note, the first section of this chapter is my favorite part of the story so far and (hem, hem) ficticiously occurred on my 12th birthday. :)
-- chapter 1 -- chapter 5.2 -- chapter 4.1 -- chapter 3.1 -- chapter 5.1 -- chapter 2 -- chapter 4.2 -- chapter 3.2 -- chapter 4.3 --
- March 19 - 1997 - Sixth Year--
I was exhausted and practically sleeping in my porridge. Hermione kept poking me every few minutes to make sure my chin didn't fall into the bowl, and her pokes were causing me to jerk to attention and draw the eyes of everyone near me. I had been up late with Malfoy, and, as soon as I got my pajamas on back in the dorms, screams rang out from behind Harry's curtains. I stayed up until at least five in the morning trying to assure him that You-Know-Who was not eating Muggle babies for amusement. The dreams had been getting worse and it was becoming harder to convince Harry to go back to sleep. I was beginning to wish the Dark Lord dead simply so that I could get some sleep. Harry was more exhausted than I was, if that was even possible, and he was shamelessly sleeping on my shoulder, disregarding all the shagging jokes Seamus was throwing our way.
"Ron, Harry, wake up, we've got History of Magic. You're going to be late." Hermione was shaking me, and subsequently Harry and he lifted his head up with a grumbled 'fuck off' before dropping it back to my shoulder.
I sighed and started to get up, forcing him to grudgingly sit up as well. "Come on, Harry, we can sleep through the Elvin Independence Movement. Binns won't even notice." He grunted in response and stood as well; and we stumbled off to Binns' classroom, Hermione tutting at us the whole way.
Half-way through the lesson, I woke with a start to something hitting my head. I looked around and saw Malfoy smirking at me with an evil glint as he pointed across the aisle to my desk. I found a piece of crumpled parchment on top of my book. Hermione was taking fervent notes on everything Binns said and Harry was drooling on his parchment. My eyes flicked back to Malfoy before smoothing the note. Inside was a drawing of two boys shagging, charmed to move in thrusts, and below it in his neat scrawl, "Did I tire you out, Weasel?"
I sneered up at him, then wrote below, 'Not at all. Harry kept me up until 5,' before throwing it back at him. His eyes narrowed as he read it and by the time they met mine again, I could tell that he was livid. I only smirked and put my head back on my book to continue sleeping. The parchment hit me again, but I only grabbed it without reading.
At lunch I put a few sandwiches in a napkin and asked Dean to wake me up when he went to get his books before class, planning to take a nap in the dorms. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your perspective), I did not make it to my bed. Somewhere between the Great Hall and the Fat Lady, my robes were grabbed and I was forced against a wall. My brain was still working at a minimum, and so my only thought was that I dropped the sandwiches. "What, Malfoy? I'm exhausted and now I have to go down to the kitchens."
He slammed me harder against the wall, only succeeding in making me more light-headed. "What were you doing with Potter until 5 in the morning?" he hissed at me, fire practically spilling from his pores.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Another slam. How I managed cheek in my mental state I'll never know.
"That is not an appropriate answer."
I sighed and rubbed my eye, yawning, ignoring his grip on my throat, "He had a nightmare. I was trying to convince him to go back to sleep."
"You better not be lying."
"I'm too tired to lie. Now let me go, if I get something from the house elves now, I can still get half an hour before charms."
That gained me another slam. "You do not speak to me that way."
"Beat me, why don't you? In fact, render me unconscious, I could use the bed rest." There was a period of silence and I began to nod off. He must have noticed because he let go of me. Without his support, I staggered a bit; then gave him a sleepy glare that bordered on pathetic before heading down the hall towards the kitchens. He stopped me again when I had almost made it to the stairs, "What?"
Before I could think, he pinned me against the wall and raped my mouth with his tongue. I moaned, unable to hold anything back from the fog, and grabbed onto his arm to steady myself. He pressed something into my hand before pulling away and licking my lips, "Get some sleep. I expect you at the tapestry at midnight." With that he walked away and I was left to stare at the three chocolate frogs in my hand in hazy shock. I watched his back disappear around a corner before turning to make my way up to Gryffindor. By the time I stumbled into the dorm, the bell was ringing.
- December - 1996 - Sixth Year -
It had snowed the night before, cold, brilliant flakes of pure crystals. He stood at the lake, half frozen over, and his black robes were almost a blinding contrast to the pristine blanket of white. I had been on my way to Hagrid's, but somehow got lost between the castle and his forlorn figure. I fought internally for a long time as to whether I should go to him and risk beratement, or stay in place and risk being noticed by him. I finally decided I wasn't going to be able to concentrate if I did not talk to him, so I made my way slowly over, the only sound the crunching of snow beneath my boots. He was glaring before he even finished turning to see his intruder.
"What do you want, Weasel?" My name was spat in distain, but it didn't deter me from going to stand next to him.
"Thought I'd come down and see the lake. The snow makes it look like a barren wasteland, like Siberia, or something, you know?"
"Except for the forest and the castle, yes, I can see it, extremely barren." He rolled his eyes at me.
I sighed and peered out across the ice, "You know, Malfoy, we're alone and we've been fucking for six months now, I think you can relax on being a prat a bit once in a while, don't you?" He looked livid and about to beat me into a hospital bed, but I held ground and looked him in the eye, sliding my hand into his. "Don't. Just this once. You can beat me all the way to Pomfrey later, but for now, can we not?"
His mouth hung open in an undignified, very un-Malfoy way for a minute, but then he looked down at our clasped hands in confusion, "You're wearing mittens."
I smiled, "That I am. Can Italian leather not touch mittens?"
"Malfoys can't touch Weasleys, but apparently I'm making an exception, so why not?" He looked off onto the lake again and so did I, stepping a few inches closer so that our shoulders touched. He didn't indicate that he minded and we stood in companionable silence for a while. Then his voice broke through the silence impatiently, as though he'd been wanting to speak for some time, "Mittens? Honestly, who wears mittens anymore?"
"Weasleys do. Ginny and the twins have them and I think Bill still has a pair. Charlie's got scorched, and Percy refuses to wear them. Said they made him look silly."
"I rather agree with him, they do make you look silly." I chose to ignore him. After a minute, he put his other hand to his mouth in horror, "Did I just say I agreed with a Weasley? And the obviously mental one at that? Sweet Lord…"
I let out a laugh and nudged him, "Not so bad, are we? Maybe I'm rubbing off on you just a bit."
His eyes narrowed at me, "The only thing you're rubbing is my cock. I still think your family is nothing but filthy muggle-lovers."
"Hey, no insults, remember? We're being peaceful for once."
"Why should I want to be peaceful to you?"
"Because otherwise I won't put out and you've got no one here but Harry and a few Hufflepuffs to turn to all Christmas break."
He gave me a scathing glare, but then relaxed and looked towards the lake again. We fell back to silence and I concentrated on his hand in mine. To my surprise, he was shaking ever so slightly. "Draco, how long have you been out here?"
"An hour or so."
"You're cold, let's go inside."
"I'm not cold."
"You're cold, I can feel you shivering. Come inside with me."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I'd rather stay here."
"We can get some hot chocolate from the kitchens and get the house elves to start a fire. Maybe warm each other up?" I turned to face him and traced a finger of my free hand down his chest to his stomach beneath his robes.
His eyes followed my finger, "Are we stopping this peace bullocks?"
"As long as you don't spill the hot chocolate."
"Oh, I'll spill it alright. All over you." His voice had gained that sexual challenge again as he stepped into the space between us and pressed his mouth to my ear, "And then I'll lick it off."
I closed my eyes as a shiver of anticipation ran through me.
"Alright." I turned my head slightly and captured his lips, my mouth opening to allow his tongue entrance as his arms encircled my waist. I momentarily lost my breath when he pulled away, and had to consciously steady myself in his absence.
"Twenty minutes. You go to the kitchens." He turned and headed back to the castle, his cocky stride unhindered by the snow. I watched until he disappeared through the front entrance before following, Hagrid completely forgotten.
