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Warning- This is a SLASH and is very graphic. WATCH OUT!

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Two

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"Draco! I need to talk to you!" Harry Potter calls to Draco down the hall.

Draco turns around to see the brown haired boy. His natural instincts are to run over and attack but he holds back. He stomps up to Harry. "Oh look! It's Harry-golden boy- Potter. Come to torement me some more?" he growls.

Harry gives Draco a confused look. "What are you tal-"

"Did you find another reason to get Snape to rape me every Saturday night?"

Harry's head lowers. "Drac, that's why we need to talk," he says, ashamed in himself.

Draco's body begins to shake in fury. Without thinking, Draco punches Harry across his face, causing his glasses to fall to the ground. "There is no need to talk, Potter," he snarls.

Harry's face is fire red. He picks his glasses off the floor and places them back onto his face. He lets out a shaky sigh. "Listen. I didn't want you to go through that. I didn't intend for that at all," he says, sounding serious.

"BUT IT HAPPENED, DIDN'T IT?!" Draco screams.

Harry's eyes fill with tears. "I'm sorry! I never wanted you to get hurt!" he cries, "You've gotta believe me!"

Draco's eyes narrow down at the brown haired boy. He backs Harry against the hall wall. "Why should I believe anything you've EVER said?" Draco barks. He looks down at his watch and sighs. "I'm late for Quidditch now, damnit!"

With that, he stomps away from Harry, his heart breaking with every step.

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"Bloody hell." Draco grumbles, coming into the commons room.

Blaize looks up at him from his spot. "What's wrong with you?" he asks.

"I'm just emotionaly drained." Draco grumbles, as he walks over to the chair by the fire.

Blaize sets his book down on the floor. "Why did you skip Potions today?" he asks.

Draco tenses. "I-I needed some sleep before Quidditch today." he lies.

"When's your match with Gryffindor?" Blaize asks, ignoring his other question, reliving Draco.

"Um, I'm pretty sure in like a month or so." Draco informs.

Blaize grins. "You better kick Scarheads arse this year or your gonna be in some deep shit." he says. "Everyone will think you gave the win to him."

Draco glares at Blaize. "I try my best every damn year. I swear he cheats." he says.

"Well it does look like you go easy on the prat."

"SOD OFF, BLAIZE! I'm not in the mood for you fucking bollocks today!" Draco yells, standing up.

Blaize rolls his eyes. "Come on, Drac. Pull Snape's dick outta your arse." he grumbles.

Draco looks back at Blaize with the look of death in his eyes. "What. Did. You. Say?" he asks, slowly.

Blaize looks up at Draco, confused on why he was so angry. "What? You act like it's actualy been up there or something." he says and then scoffs. "Snape. Shagging a student. Yeah right."

Draco let himself breathe again. "Ok he doesn't know." he thinks. "I'm just paranoid." With nothing left to say, he drags himself up to the dormitories, nervous to the fact that something might of slipped.

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Draco walks down the hall, dead tired. He had another dream about Snape and everything he tried to go back to sleep, it slipped into his mind. As he yawns, bony fingers poke his shoulder.

"Mr. Malfoy, may I speak with you?"

Draco's blood runs cold. He spins on his heels to see Snape behind him. He begins to have flashbacks to their romp and felt the need to be sick. "W-What do you want, Professor," he asks, cautiousily.

"Come with me," Snape growls.

Draco's stomach sinks. He had been avoiding Potions for a week now, hoping to merilin that he wouldn't have to go to Snape's office Saturday night.

He walks behind Snape, his head hanging. Even though no one knew about the 'deal,' Draco feels as if everyone knew and they where staring at the two.

"Draco!"

Draco groans and Snape rolls his eyes. Harry Potter runs up, his face full of worry. He looks up at Snape inociently. "Um, Professor, what are you doing with Draco?" he asks, politely.

"Potter, your going to get us killed." Draco growls quietly through clenched teeth.

"Mr. Potter, I'd advise you to go play Quidditch like the 'good' boy you are." Snape growls.

Harry doesn't move. "Ginny is filling in for me today. I told the team to play without me." he explains.

Draco's eyes widen. "Potter! It's the first match of th-" Draco starts, but Snape covers the blonds mouth with his hand.

"Very well, Harry, if you feel up to it, you can come with Mr. Malfoy and me to my classroom." Snape coos, evily.

Draco looks from Harry to Snape, confused. Never has Snape used Harry's first name and Harry would NEVER miss any Quidditch match, no matter what the reason. And he would never miss the very first match either. Something weird was going on, and Draco isn't sure if he's wanted to know or not.

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Authors Note- See, I told you it would get better. What's with Snape calling Harry by his first name? And what about Harry missing the first Quidditch match of the season? Hm, seems pretty fishy to me. I wonder what's going on. (grins) Well I hope you all like this chapter too. Later!