Chapter Eight: Under love's heavy burden do I sink (figured you out nickel back)
It had been months since Malfoy and Harry had spent the night in the Room of Requirement together but Harry was still having trouble adjusting to the new arrangement between them.
Harry would often encounter Malfoy in the middle of the night, sometimes on accident sometimes on purpose, it didn't matter the end result was always the same. Malfoy and Harry would exchange scathing heated remarks before succumbing to each other.
They made these exchanges in broom cupboards, empty classroom and when they were lucky to be near enough the Room of Requirement which always had exactly what they required, which was often nothing more than a bed.
They would always end with Harry pushing Malfoy away and feeling disgusted with himself. At first Harry had done everything he could to resist Malfoy. He would sit as a far away as possible in classes, he avoided eating with the rest of the school and spent his leisure hours hiding in the owlry or else studying in the library. But, it seemed, he could not hide from Malfoy he was everywhere Harry was.
Malfoy would find him in the Owlry and corner him against the wall pressing their bodies together sucking Harry's neck or else kissing him forcefully on the mouth. Always Harry would try and fight him off but either Malfoy was stronger or he just didn't have enough will power because he never succeeded.
Malfoy would pin his arms above his head just long enough to quell the feeble protests Harry made. Soon Harry would forget his objections and return all the passion Malfoy was giving out to him. Harry didn't like to lose so Harry would make a game out of getting Malfoy to scream for him.
Harry knew all of Malfoy's weakness; the earlobe he liked to be sucked, the nipples he liked to be bitten lightly, his balls to be tickled affectionately. He knew them all and if he was in the mood to indulge Malfoy, rather than satisfy his own desires first, he could bring Malfoy to release in a matter of minutes. It was too easy.
But games like those were better left in the privacy of broom cupboards or else empty classrooms. It was an entirely different state of affairs when Malfoy caught him in the library. It wasn't too common an occurrence but when Malfoy caught him sitting by himself in the library it was Harry's turn to squirm.
Malfoy would sit down next to him under the pretext of exchanging witty barbs. Slowly Malfoy's hand would travel below the table up his leg this action was always followed by a sharp intake of breath on Harry's part as well as a scowl. Malfoy would tease him beneath the table until Harry could stand it no longer and they would leave, though never together, and find a cupboard somewhere close by. On occasions like these Malfoy would cast a silencing spell on the cupboard, 'cause Harry was a screamer.
The only thing that really put Harry off about their little arrangement is that he would often catch Malfoy looking at him with a goof look on his face. Harry wasn't interested in starting a real relationship with Malfoy he just wanted a fuck buddy. It disturbed him how Malfoy felt about him. Sometimes when he came Malfoy would scream out that he loved Harry. Harry always chose to ignore this, Malfoy couldn't mean that, love requires a heart and Harry was quite certain that the ice statue that he was fucking didn't possess one.
Harry strolled purposefully down to the dungeons concealed by his invisibility cloak. He only had to wait ten minutes before a Slytherin student gave the password and he could travel through the portrait after him. He found his way easily enough up to Malfoy's dorm room.
Malfoy was sleeping peacefully in his bed mumbling sleepily under his breath.
"Where…over here, love…love you too…Harry." Since that first night in the Room of Requirement Harry had never stuck around long enough to know that Malfoy talked in his sleep. Malfoy flipped over onto his stomach, Harry seized the opportunity to slap him hard on the ass brutally tearing him from his dreams.
"What the hell" Malfoy said.
Harry grinned broadly, trying for a look of concern and failing, "sorry it looked like you were having a nightmare"
"Well I am now. What are you doing here? I was sleeping or didn't you notice" Malfoy used his usual drawling voice.
"I noticed, I just thought you'd be in the mood for a quickie." Harry raised his eyebrows.
"What do you mean 'quickie'? 'quickie' implies that we are having sex, and we are not" Malfoy corrected his terminology.
"Well than what do you call it when someone sucks you off quickly" Harry asked.
"Predictable" Malfoy replied sarcastically.
"Oh look who is talking. I wasn't the one to come in under a minute last time we were in the owlry." Harry countered.
"Whatever. Do what you want I'm going back to sleep" Malfoy replied and lay back down on the bed.
Harry was on top of Malfoy before he even knew it pinning his arms above his head and breathing heavily down on him. "Don't think I won't do just that" Harry looked him up and down with a hunger in his eyes.
Instead of the fear he expected to see in Malfoy's eyes he saw disdain. "Well this is a new twist to our little game, idle threats." Malfoy drawled. Apparently the threat of rape was not a worrying concept.
"You doubt that I would actually do it." Harry asked.
"Yes because you've had many opportunities to fuck me before and you didn't want to. In fact that is the only thing we haven't done. Quite frankly I'm curious, so go ahead have your rotten way with me" Malfoy said mockingly, feigning a look of damsel-in-distress.
Harry drew back from him and looked away, was his threat really that empty. What was he waiting for?
"What's the matter Potter? Saving your self for marriage?" Malfoy laughed at him. "Come on. You know I actually might have some spare rope around here somewhere you can tie me up if you like." Malfoy laughed even more.
"Shut up Malfoy!" Harry made to leave. It was Malfoy's turn to pin Harry. He leapt on top of Harry and in a moment he had Harry's hands pinned firmly at his sides. "What do you think you are doing?" Harry struggled but found he couldn't move more than an inch or two.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Malfoy lifted Harry's arms above his head and pinned them together there. Malfoy moved his free hand down to fumble with Harry's clothes. Harry's chest was soon exposed and being kissed by Malfoy's perfect pink lips. Moans escaped Harry's lips, his treacherous body responded to Malfoy's touch. His cock was already half hard by the time Malfoy got to it.
"Get off of me!" Harry said in his most dangerous tone.
"I'm sorry to be the one to break it to you Potter but you are in no position to be making demands" To drive home his point he poked one finger inside Harry's entrance. Harry started screaming but Malfoy quickly covered his mouth with a kiss. Harry seized the opportunity to throw Malfoy off him.
He scrambled to get up and get his clothes done up he ran for the door. Malfoy beat him there and was coyly looking up at Harry through the elegant strands of platinum blonde hair that hung in his eyes. "I thought you wanted a quickie?" Malfoy laughed cruelly at Harry.
Harry was angry now. He marched up to Malfoy and punched him in the jaw. Malfoy recovered and pushed Harry back onto the bed. He grabbed the rope from inside the drawer and tied both of Harry's hands together and then to the bed post. "Relax, I wouldn't dream of hurting you. Or doing anything you didn't want me too"
Malfoy started kissing a line down from his neck to his navel, coming to a halt just before the elastic band of his boxers. He roughly pulled Harry's pants and boxers down freeing Harry's erection.
Malfoy took the whole of it into his mouth sucking hard on the tip and running his tongue up the underside of the shaft. Harry marveled at how expertly Malfoy had perfected his art. Harry's body shuddered and shook when he came. Malfoy swallowed deeply as though he savored the taste of Harry in his mouth.
Harry lay panting, he barely noticed that Malfoy had completely undressed him from the waist down and was now climbing back into bed to snuggle up against Harry's chest. When he had finally regained control of his senses he said "What do you think you are doing?"
"Well, love, you always seem to disappear when we're done so tonight you are going to stay the whole night." Malfoy said simply.
"And why would I want to do that" Harry asked half perplexed half disgusted at the idea of snuggling with Malfoy.
"Want?! Who said anything about want? Want would imply choice and seeing as you are currently tied to my bed I don't think you have a choice." Malfoy grinned victoriously.
"You're twisted. Whatever I don't care, just don't snore." Harry said sleepily before closing his eyes and dropping back into dreams about Ron.
"Harry look I can do it now. I can finally tight rope walk" Ron said happily. He was dressed in tights and was about to walk out onto a five story rope spanning as far as the eye could see. There was no safety net and Ron wasn't wearing a harness.
Harry couldn't think why Ron would want to be tight rope walking seeing as he was the clumsiest person Harry had ever met. He was about to point this out when Ron took several unassisted steps out onto the rope. "Ron. No!" Harry was panicked.
"Don't worry you taught me everything I know." Ron said assuredly
"But I don't know anything about tight rope walking" Harry protested desperately. "Please Ron walk back to me"
"Nonsense, I know you'll catch me if I fall Harry" Ron said in the same confident voice. He looked back at Harry who was now reaching out desperately for him. He slipped. He fell for what seemed like ages.
Harry woke up screaming.
The sun was up in the sky and Malfoy was looking down at Harry annoyed. "Do you always wake up screaming or am I just special." He drawled.
Harry marveled at how angelic Malfoy looked with a Halo of sunlight reflecting off his platinum hair. The light softened Malfoy's appearance he looked like a little boy he looked innocent. Harry shook himself mentally. Malfoy was anything but angelic or innocent.
Harry recovered himself "I can't help if sleeping with you inspires nightmares in me." Harry said caustically.
Malfoy, who had moved to untie the ropes, hissed at Harry. As soon as Harry was free he pulled his clothes back on. He covered himself in the invisibility cloak and left without as much as a goodbye.
If he had looked back he would have seen the pleading hurt look in Malfoy's eyes. A look he reserved for whenever Harry would leave him.
Harry walked feverishly back to his common room, it was Saturday and he had loads of homework to do from the week before. He scurried up the stairway to his dorm room. He retrieved his bag from under his bed and began his work at the desk nearest him.
He started first on his potions homework figuring that it would be the hardest. "The most potent potions known to wizards are more volatile and complicated. Explain?" Harry read out loud form his paper. His quill started scratching out feeble answers, his mind was becoming weary he slumped his head onto one hand. Before Harry knew it he was sleeping soundly.
It was four in the afternoon when Harry next awoke, sore and aching from having slept against a hard wooden desk. He couldn't remember what he had been dreaming about but it must have been very happy because he noticed his robes were a little wet in conspicuous places.
He changed out of his robes and into fresh ones. He was going to spend this day making up the homework he had neglected during the week. It wasn't entirely his fault. Every time he tried to study he would run into Ron and Hermione in the dorm room, or the common room and it would put all other thoughts out of his mind except for what he imagined they were doing. Honestly who could work in conditions like those?
He went down to the common room and saw Hermione and Ron huddled together in a corner doing god knows what. Harry decided his work would better get done in the library.
The teachers had been successively heaping more and more homework upon the students in the time leading up to the Christmas break, he couldn't wait for the holidays to begin so he could forget about the stress for a little while.
He walked determinedly towards the library organizing in his mind all the homework he had to do. If he finished his potions essay today he could move on to his crystal ball work for Trelawney and if he was lucky get started on his charms work. His luck, as it transpired, had run out.
He had barely finished his essay for Snape when a certain blonde sauntered into the room. Harry knew it would be futile to ignore him so he decided on a different route. "What do you want Malfoy" He used his iciest tones hoping it would turn Malfoy off whatever he was thinking about doing.
"What can't I study in the library" Malfoy said mockingly.
"I have work to do so study some place else" Harry spat.
Malfoy sat down on the other side of the table facing Harry. He slid his foot out of his shoe and slipped it up Harry's leg. Malfoy adjusted in his chair so he could better reach. He slid his foot up further finding what he was searching for.
Harry moaned softly, how did Malfoy do that? Where did he learn how to do that so perfectly? Was there a summer camp that he didn't know about? It took all of Harry's self control to grab the foot and twist it roughly from him.
Malfoy let out a yelp of pain.
"I said I HAVE WORK TO DO!" Harry seethed. "So if you don't mind I'd prefer it if you left me alone"
"Ok, Ok," Malfoy conceded defeat. Tears were welling up in his eyes. Partly because of the pain of having his foot twisted so cruelly, partly because of the harsh tones Harry had just used. Malfoy left exiting quickly.
Harry couldn't think after that. His mind kept running over the look of pain in Malfoy's eyes. Why did Malfoy have to act like such a wounded puppy? It was absolutely infuriating. Malfoy wasn't the victim Harry was.
He slammed his book roughly shut. He gathered his things together and left the library. It was nearly nine just as well he wouldn't be able to get anymore work done anyway. He mumbled the new password to the fat lady "Requiem" and climbed through the portrait hole.
He spread out his books on the table near the fireplace he pulled out his crystal ball and started on his predictions for Trelawney. He kept glancing into the fire, a nervous habit he developed since Sirius's death he would always check the fire for his smiling head. He sighed heavily and began staring blankly into the crystal orb in front of him. He felt himself growing weary. Why was he so tired all the time, Harry wondered to himself. It must be the stress. Keeping secrets from an entire school of people who watched his every move was no mean feat.
He yawned loudly trying to keep his eyes open.
Harry opened his eyes and saw Ron he was up on a broom flying around the quidditch hoops. It was the biggest game of the year, Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. Harry wondered why he wasn't up in the air with him searching for the snitch. He cast around the pitch and found that Hermione instead was playing seeker for him.
After the game he went in to congratulate his best friends on an excellent match. Hermione was now thumb wrestling with a blast ended skrewt. Ron was standing at the opposite wall wearing a skydiving jump suit. He opened the door and Harry's saw blue cloudy sky rushing past. Ron made to jump but Harry grabbed his arm.
"Wait, I need to tell you something." Harry said.
Ron removed his face mask and looked at Harry. "What, you know you can tell me anything"
"It's just that, well, I love you" Harry said and turned to go. Something grabbed his arm.
"I love you too, Harry" Ron said back. They embraced for one brief moment before someone, Hermione probably, pushed them both through the door. Harry tried desperately to hold on to Ron but the wind ripped them from each other.
"…Harry…Harry…Harry, wake up" Hermione was poking him in the shoulder.
He jumped awake and nearly knocked Hermione over in the process. He didn't know how long she had been standing over him poking her. He tried to ignore her for a second and focus on what he had just dreamt. It seemed important, what was it.
"Do you always mutter in your sleep?" She asked curiously
"I don't know you'd have to ask Ron, I'm barely ever awake when I'm sleeping" He said scathingly "Wait you said I was talking, do you remember what I said. I think it was important" he asked Hermione.
"What you mean like one of your Voldemort dreams, I thought you had stopped having those since you mastered Occlumency last summer?" She said reprovingly.
"No nothing like that I just thought it might have some hidden meaning. It felt important." Harry said scratching his head thoughtfully.
Harry looked up he saw something ghost through Hermione's eyes. "You were saying the name Malfoy over and over again, were you dreaming of fighting him or something?"
"I don't think so. Why?" Harry asked.
"Well it was just that you were moaning his name" She looked away flushed.
Harry flushed and looked away. Hermione had just caught him having a sex dream about Malfoy. He looked down to see if there was any physical evidence to give him away. Thankfully there wasn't.
"You know what that probably was it. I probably was just dreaming of beating up Malfoy or vise versa. Well good night" Harry said. He climbed up the stairs marveling at his narrow escape. Something didn't seem right though, the dream felt more important than your ordinary sex dream. And why would he be dreaming about Malfoy?
He pushed open the dorm room door and climbed into bed. Tomorrow was the last day of term and he was looking forward to spending a nice quiet Christmas in the castle