btw, i know that a lot of what's going on with the draco getting married, but then ending up at ron's flat 4 years later is confusing, but i promise, each chapter is slowly working to provide you all with an explaination. just be patient, we don't have much longer until this is finished.
also, would still like further opinions on the question i posed last time.
- chapter 1 - chapter 5.2 - chapter 4.1 - chapter 3.1 - chapter 6.1 - chapter 5.1 - chapter 10 - chapter 11.2 - chapter 2 - chapter 4.2 - chapter 3.2 - chapter 4.3 - chapter 7 - chapter 9.1 - chapter 6.2 - chapter 9.3 - chapter 11.1 - chapter 8.2 - chapter 12.2 - chapter 9.2 - chapter 12.1 - chapter 8.1 - chapter 8.3 -
- May 9 - 1998 - Seventh Year -
I don't know if hours or days passed, but when I woke up, it was dark outside and he was sleeping in a chair next to my bed, his head resting next to my thigh and his hand still in mine. I smiled to myself and ran my fingers through his hair. There was movement in the room and I looked up to see Madam Pomfrey fussing over Harry, still asleep, but looking as though he had more color. She glanced my way and hurried over when she saw that I was awake. "How do you feel, dear?" she whispered, pressing a cool hand to my forehead.
"Like I've been attacked by a hippogriff," I muttered, wincing as she lightly pressed into my side.
"You've been through quite a trauma, dear. Take this, it'll make you feel better." She handed me a vile with a pink potion in it and I eyed it before swallowing it down. It tasted horrific and it was all I could do not to wretch it back up. "I know, it tastes awful, but your pain should subside considerably."
And she was right, of course, within seconds all my aches went down to dull twinges. I forced a smile and glanced at Harry, "How's he doing?"
She looked over at him and then back at me with a comforting smile, "It was touch and go there for a while, but he should be fine. He's been asleep for quite a while now. He should wake up any day now."
"How long have we been here?"
"A week," came a groggy voice from my knees. I looked down to see him sitting up a little and examining my face, "How do you feel?"
"I'll be fine. Have you been here the entire time?"
"Yes, despite my protests. The stubborn prat refused to leave." Pomfrey muttered, collecting a few viles from a near cupboard. If she was calling him a prat, I could only imagine the sorts of hell he'd raised against her to stay.
Draco sneered at her, "I wasn't going to let him wake up without someone being here. And who's been the stubborn prat? You couldn't just let me stay; you had to keep buggering me. He's mine; I can stay with him if I want."
My eyebrows shot up, "I'm yours? Since when?"
He rolled his eyes at me, "Since I set up house in your arse, as you so eloquently put it." I must have turned bright red because my face was on fire. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, there was a crash and I looked to see that Madam Pomfrey had dropped a vile in shock and green liquid was oozing across the floor.
"Mr. Malfoy, that was entirely uncalled for! I can not believe you would resort to such obscene language. I have a mind to send you straight to Dumbledore."
He growled at her, "You know threatening to send me to that old goat won't work. I'm not leaving, and especially not now that he's awake. And besides, it isn't as though they were my words, anyway. I was quoting Weasel." His glower turned into a smirk as he turned to me. Pomfrey looked affronted, spoke a quick cleaning spell, and went to help what looked like a badly-beaten Snape on the other side of the ward.
"You've offended her."
He rolled his eyes, "She's been trying to kick me out this whole time. She deserves it." He look every bit a scandalized bird whose feathers had been ruffled, "Imagine, a common mediwitch telling me, a Malfoy, what to do. I think not."
I chuckled at the look on his face and poked his arm, "Stop being so superior, you look like a peacock."
He glared at me, "Near death does not afford you the right to speak to me that way, either, Weasley. Watch your tongue."
"What are you going to do, put me in the hospital? Crucio me? Too late, already happened. You're just going to have too deal."
He bristled and smoothed down his hair, "You do realize that I'm going to make you regret that comment as soon as you recover, correct?"
"Uh-huh, sure you are, love." I emphasized the pet name he had used before just to get a reaction out of him. I smirked at the stricken look I received.
"I was distraught, I thought you had died. Don't think it is going to become a regular thing. We are not a sodding couple."
"If you say so, love." He only scowled.
- April 10 - 1998 - Seventh Year -
Care of Magical Creatures was turning into my worst subject. Ironic, indeed, considering one of my favorite people taught it, but it was one of the few classes I still had with Malfoy and the only one he had a chance of getting close to me in. He stood directly behind me almost every class and, using the pretense of making derogatory remarks in my ear, he'd press himself against me, whispering lewd things that made me shiver and tingle and want to turn around and devour him. I managed to hold my ground, though, usually, and only elbowed him or shoved him away once every week or so. Instead of shoving him/devouring him, I did my best to listen to Hagrid, who'd moved from Squirplicks to Sphinxes, although he was still unable to find one (thank Merlin). Unfortunately, my best listening usually ended up being a few words of Hagrid's and a whole string of sexual uses for hot wax and chocolate sauce.
That's why it was a relief one Tuesday morning when Malfoy was blissfully missing from my hind quarters. Until I noticed that Harry was not on the other side of Hermione like he was supposed to be. Glancing around, I saw the glimpse of a human shadow peeking out from the side of Hagrid's hut and slipped out of the crowd to investigate, avoiding the reproachful look of Hermione.
I could hear Harry's voice as I approached the edge of the shack, angry and frustrated. Then there was Malfoy's voice in return, his usual mocking tone, biting into Harry. I glanced to make sure no one was watching and rounded the corner to hear Harry spit a comment about Azkaban and Lucius Malfoy. His back was to me, but Malfoy was in full view and I saw him sneer as I approached, unnoticed.
"I don't know if I'd mention Azkaban if I were you. Didn't your precious Godfather live there for thirteen years? Quite a bit longer than two months, I'd say."
I watched Harry's fists clench and begin to shake in his fury. "Fuck you, Ferret! You don't know anything about Sirius! Leave him out of this."
"You're the one that brought up Azkaban, Scarhead." Harry seemed too angry to respond. Draco's smirk widened, "You know, Potter, I don't think you have the right to chastise me for my association with Weasley. You're the one that's managed to have everyone you care about die. Perhaps you're the one who should stay away from him? For his own safety, of course."
It wasn't until the flash of blue that sent Malfoy scrambling that I noticed Harry's wand. I was surprised that he used it, knowing Malfoy would have no problem retaliating with something infinitely worse if provoked to. And it wasn't as though it would take a lot to provoke him against someone like Harry. Personally, I'd have punched him, but of course, I knew what got to him a bit better than Harry did. I stepped up beside Harry, deciding that the situation needed to be stopped. Malfoy was cradling his lower abdomen as he straightened, visibly mustering any sense of dignity he still had. Harry's wand was still at the ready.
"Put your wand down. He's not worth your effort." He looked surprised but did as I asked. Draco sneered at me.
"Stay out, Weasley. This is between Potter and me."
"No, this is between us. Stop dragging Harry in just because he knows about it." In the middle of speaking, I'd stepped in between them, and was slowly inching closer to Malfoy.
Draco had his wand raised to point at my chest while his other hand still rested protectively over his stomach. "Weasley, I'm warning you. I will hex you into oblivion if you don't step out of this."
"Go ahead, I think I can handle it."
"Ron, maybe you should go back to class…" He was turning the hero again; I could hear it in his voice. I waved a hand in his general direction, not turning from Draco. If it meant that he was going to hurt me a little (it wouldn't have been a lot in the open air), then that was fine. I would not have Harry dueling over me. Draco had caused enough problems without hurting Harry.
"This is between me and Draco, Harry. You go back to class." I had an inclination that Harry wasn't going to listen to me, but I'd managed to get close enough to Draco to make contact with his wand, still pointing at, and now poking into, my chest. Draco hadn't moved even a centimeter nor had he blinked for several seconds. "I want you to leave Harry be. He's got enough to deal with without you reminding him of every horrible thing that's happened in his life."
"Why should I do that?" His lips turned up into a defiant smirk, almost challenging me with his eyes. I grinned. Not a happy-go-lucky-Justin-grin. No, this was a malicious grin that told Malfoy something that made his eyes widen and his shoulders stiffen slightly. "Why are you looking at me like that, Weasel?"
"Like what, Draco?" I batted my eyelashes at him and knocked my head to the side, trying my best to look the picture of innocence.
"Like…" And then his eyes turned into saucers and he looked around me to Harry with a certain haughty fanaticism only he could muster. "Potter, get the fuck back to class! Now!" I smirked to myself before I felt arms around me and his lips were crushed against mine so hard I thought they might bruise. It was like a room full of the twins's fireworks had gone off in my head. Happy my message had gotten through, I momentarily forgot all about Harry and wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair. He groaned into my mouth and edged me back until I was sandwiched against the wall of Hagrid's hut. Merlin, he felt good. Mental beratements for having deprived myself of his touch and his lips and those hips pressed so firmly against mine ran rampant and I was so elated to have finally shut myself up and given in that I didn't even notice the shingles digging into my back. He let go of my waist for a moment to slide his hands inside my robes, under my un-tucked shirt to scratch lines down my sides. I moaned and pulled him tighter to me, wanting to be closer, so much closer. His clothes needed to be burned, ripped to shreds, destroyed. He had no right to walk around in them when his silky skin could be pressing against mine.
I was nowhere near ready to pull away when he left me, panting and reaching with nothing to grab. I was brought back into the present by the sound of chatter coming from my right. Draco was smoothing out his hair and glancing at our classmates, passing by without noticing us. I moved away from the wall and tried to pretend we hadn't been snogging the life out of each other. Harry was staring at me with a look of transfixed horror and I felt my ears go red as I scratched my head. What was I to say? Was there even a phrase you could utter in a situation like this?
I'd only managed to mumble a few incoherent words before Draco had me pinned to the wall again, mouth determined to devour mine. He apparently did not care that Harry was watching us, but my ears had become molten and I put hands to his biceps, gently pushing him away. He only acquiesced when I stopped responding to the kiss, pulling back enough to press our foreheads together, panting slightly. "What is it now, Weasley?"
"We can't do this now. Not in front of Harry."
"Sod Potter, it's his choice to be a voyeur, isn't it?" His hand had snaked into my robes again and had managed to slide all the way down the back of my trousers to fondle my opening.
I squirmed a bit and stifled a moan, glancing at Harry only to freeze. Harry was no longer standing there. He was already half-way up to the castle. Draco's lips were attached to my pulse point, nibbling softly, entirely distracted until I pushed him away so that I could catch up to Harry and explain. Unfortunately, Draco had other ideas, and before I could take two steps, my arm was clenched in his grip and I was slammed against the wall. "I don't think so, Weasley. Do you have any idea how long it's been? Any idea at all?" he growled in my ear.
I watched Harry disappear from sight before sighing and looking at him. "I know that, but we can't exactly do it right here in the open, with Hagrid and Fang not far away, can we?"
"Yes, well, we'll just have to meet behind the tapestry in ten minutes, won't we?"
"But we have class…"
His eyes flashed anger, "Fuck class. What do you have? Muggle Studies? All you need to know about muggles is that they are vermin that need to be removed."
I glared at him, "That isn't true. Let go of me, I'm leaving." I struggled against him, but he just pressed against me even harder.
"No, Weasel. I am not going through this again. You started this and you are going to finish it." He was growling again, his face contorted into a snarl.
I closed my eyes momentarily against the onslaught of screaming, frustrated voices in my head. "Please, Draco… I can't do this. Not… not now. Harry is going to be so angry with me…"
"Bloody fucking hell, Weasel! Since when does Potter have a say in our sex life? Is he coming too, or something?" his face flashed horror and he took a step away. "He's not… You're not…Fuck, Weasley, he is fucking touching you! Is that why you ended it with that filthy fucking Mudblood and yet won't fuck me? You're fucking Potter?" He was shouting by now and I went into a panic, wondering how Hagrid was not hearing him.
"Keep your voice down. Merlin…" He gave me a seething glare and I sheepishly looked at the ground. "You say 'fuck' a lot, do you realize that?"
"You didn't answer the question." His voice was ice cold and he looked to be trembling with rage, his fingers twitching over the pocket he'd put his wand in before accosting me.
"No, Harry and I are not sleeping together. We've already covered the fact that I don't think he's attractive. And he certainly isn't you."
"Yeah well, you were shagging that Mudblood for practically forever, how am I supposed to know who you're shagging now?"
"It would be you if you'd relax enough to let me go talk to Harry and explain before he stops speaking to me again."
"Don't speak to me that way, Weasley. I've already lost my patience with you. Besides, it's too late anyway, he already thinks we're going to fuck. He won't believe you if you go off and tell him different. No point in disappointing."
I shook my head, my bottom lip crushed between my teeth. Draco gave an indiscernible whine and rubbed the bridge of his nose, almost looking tired. "I really didn't want to resort to this, but you've left me with no choice." His wand flashed and suddenly my mind was like an empty room, silent except for echoes of his instructions. I was walking without looking back and, once in the castle, I took the most direct route to the tapestry. I sat in my chair and stared blankly at the entrance as I was instructed. His smirk was triumphant as he made his way down the steps and over to me a few minutes later. I only stared up at him without moving. Until 'Finite Incantatem' left his lips and all thought surged back into my brain, along with a searing anger at having been manipulated. I tried to stand as I opened my mouth to yell at him, but was abruptly shoved back into the chair, and he leaned over me with a knee resting on the chair between my legs. He only made me angrier, "I can't believe that you would be thick enough to put me under another Unforgivable and then think you are getting anywhere with me after the last time you did something like this to me. You're completely mental. I'm not touching you."
His eyes were glittering and he had that malicious little smirk that always infuriated me. His fingertips traced my jaw as he spoke. "Now, now Weasley, I did warn you. If you'd just cooperated, we could have been here a lot sooner." His fingers trailed down my throat to my collar and he grabbed my tie, pulling me up to meet his mouth. The kiss was luxurious, hot, needy; his tongue insistent on gaining entrance to my mouth. When he pulled away, the smirk had disappeared but his eyes still glittered down at me. "See how nice that was? How good it felt? Doesn't it make you want to play?" he purred, one hand trickling down to rub against the outside of my pants.
I closed my eyes against the moan I was fighting to utter and managed a 'no' instead. Further pressure was applied to my groin and he growled just a little bit. I was beginning to get lost in him again, in those eyes that had stopped glittering and begun to smolder with pent up anger and lust. He leaned down again and bit down on my lip hard enough to break skin before sucking the blood out. I moaned despite myself, and felt his grin as he kissed me, leaning further into the chair. I was so wrapped up in his feeling that it took his cool hand wrapping around me for me to realize he had been pulling at my clothing. All thoughts of protest immediately left my head. My hands were fumbling with his clothing, but they were trembling so hard from desire that unbuttoning his demented shirt was nearly impossible and I had to rip a few buttons to get it off. Tugging open his trousers, I freed him from the black silk that encased him and he groaned into my mouth, pushing farther into me.
Apparently, that last push was one too many and the two back legs the chair had been balancing on gave way underneath us, forcing us back onto the ground with a great crash. We were a little too caught up in what we were doing to care, though, and only continued to stroke and grind into each other, our lips permanently sealed together. I tugged harder on him and he growled into my mouth, leaning up a bit to pull my trousers and boxers entirely off. I grinned and leaned up into him, allowing him to pull my ankles up to rest against his shoulders as he positioned to enter. At that point, I didn't even care that he was going to rip me open like some hapless virgin being fucked by a mutant zucchini without even precum to smooth the entrance. I welcomed the tidal wave of sweet, sweet pain as he tore into me, calling out and gripping his hips to pull him further inside, relishing in being whole again and so full of him I could burst. Our pace was furious and frantic and so infuriatingly amazing that I'd abandoned all coherent thought, muttering babble as we moved as one. He kissed my lips, my cheek, my jaw, bit down on my Adam's apple and nibbled on my collar bone, all the time making me almost insane with the force of him. It was a battle of wills to see who could come first, who could reach that ultimate precipice of life-altering, unending bliss. And when it finally came, we were screaming and groaning and biting at each other and so lost I didn't think we'd ever be right again, and I certainly never wanted to be.
Afterwards, he collapsed onto my chest, panting and shaking and kissing every spare centimeter of skin his lips could reach. I wrapped my arms around him and fought to breathe, my body alight with the tingling sensation of perfection. He was muttering, but his voice was muffled in my shoulder and I didn't catch it until he'd made his way up to my ear, "What were you thinking? I can't believe you would ever give this up, you stupid, thoughtless, stubborn fucking ponce. The best fuck of your life and you'd give it up to maintain some rubbish idea of morals. You're so thick, sometimes, you know that?" I giggled as his teeth nibbled on my earlobe and I stopped listening to his rant, opting instead to run my fingers through his hair. He continued on for several minutes before finally settling down with his nose in my neck.
"Hey, Draco?" I was answered by a moan of acknowledgement. "Can we move to the couch or something? The chair back's kind of digging into my back." And it was, with my hips still on it and my shoulders on the floor, it was sticking right up into my lower back, pushed even further by Draco's weight on top of me. He lifted his head to look at me, sighing before sitting up, pulling my up with him. My arms were wrapped around his neck and I did the same with my legs around his waist as he stood up and headed over to the couch that was nearly a chair again. He groaned when he saw it and set me in his chair before turning to find his wand. After he'd re-lengthened it, he fell onto it and I went over to crawl on top of him. I fell asleep to his fingers combing through my hair.
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ps: thank you goddess cassie, you wonderful girl, you, for betaing this chapter and fixing my silly mistakes. and for your wonderful reviews that never cease to amuse and excite me :)
