A/N: Sorry about the wait everyone but Draco was giving me some trouble so I had to go out and buy more chain– disregard that. I do not have Draco Malfoy chained up in my basement, whoever told you that is obviously insane and should be dealt with accordingly. Anyways, like I said, I am sorry for the delay in getting this chapter up… I am such a lazy bitch. The next chapter should be up in a day or so.
Disclaimer: I do not own them, please don't sue me.
Thank you, as always… The Notorious A.P.
On with the show
I am roused rather early this morning by the sound of Blaise... singing to himself. Refraining myself from laughing right out, I open my curtain slightly, trying not to make any noise to disturb him. The image waiting for me is not one I would have expected - he is standing in front of his mirror doing a little strip tease for himself, singing about how sexy he is or something. Should I say something or just let him be? Yeah like that'll happen.
"Blaise, would you shut the fuck up... nobody cares how sexy you are." Except maybe the first years... but they don't count.
I have never in my life seen someone turn around so fast... he almost tripped over his own feet.
"Draco - I - uh - you're awake." Well obviously.
"How could I not be, you weren't exactly being quiet." Or coordinated... but I'll let that one slide.
He takes a running start, then lunges for me... effectively pinning me to the bed.
"This never leaves this room." Yeah... Riiight.
"What's in it for me?" Oh the possibilities.
"Draco." Yes, Mr. Tone-deaf.
"Ok fine, it doesn't leave the room. Now would you be so kind as to get off me... I'd like to get up sometime today." But first… could you wiggle around a bit.
"Oh yeah, sorry." I cannot believe I passing up such a prime opportunity... damn Potter.
As soon as he's off, I jump out of bed and begin to get ready for the day. I take a quick shower, and dress just as quickly - Blaise's impression of a dancing monkey took up far too much of my time this morning. Once I find my appearance acceptable, we depart for breakfast.
Upon entering the Great Hall, I immediately notice something's wrong. Potter is facing away from the Slytherin table - a few months ago this would not have bothered me, in fact it was common place but with the way he's been behaving lately, it... disturbs me.
Now this is getting ridiculous... he hasn't even looked at me once. For weeks now he hasn't looked anywhere else, and now that things are getting interesting, he seems... not interested. Surely he knows I'm here, Potter, oh Potter... look at me. Well this is just not acceptable. I am going to stare at him until he acknowledges my presence... staring... staring... staring - oh, he's moving, he's turning around, he's getting up, and he's... leaving. Oh no you don't, you're not getting out of it that easy.
I leave the hall in an attempt to follow him, but he seems to be in a hurry. I know he's not running from me... he better not be anyway.
"Potter!" I know you can hear me.
"Potter, I'm talking to you." Slow the fuck down... what are you a cheetah?
"What do you want Malfoy?" Whoa... deja vue
"Malfoy? What happened to Draco?" I kinda liked him calling me that... though I would never admit it.
"I left him with my invisibility cloak." No you didn't, I'm right - oh, I see.
"So it's like that is it?" Because that's... fucked up.
"Of course it is... did you really expect me to give in to you just like that?" Yes
"Yes... actually I did." But apparently I was mistaken.
"Well, that's' too bad for you I guess... I was having far too much fun before and since you felt the need to put an end to that... I have nothing more to say." You can't be serious.
"So what, that's it... you chase after me all this time and just because I don't want people thinking I've lost my mind - you decide you're finished?" If you say yes... I might have to kill you.
"I thought I made all of this clear to you, but apparently something was lost in the translation... I am the one in control of this game. I make the rules, not you... so when I decide to finish it, it's over." Like hell it is.
I have no idea how to reply to that, so I just stand here with my mouthing hanging open, trying desperately to come to my senses... I must look ridiculous.
He comes at me quickly not giving me proper time to defend myself - slamming me hard against the wall. I wince instinctively - clenching my teeth tightly. He leans in closer; licking my neck... it takes almost all that I have not to moan. I will not give him the satisfaction of knowing I'm enjoying this.
"S'to bad it had to be this way Malfoy... I would have given you the most spectacular…" he licks at my ear, and I can't help but shudder "...fuck of your life." Hmmm, that's sounds nice - HEY!
Realization of what he's just said hits me like lightning. I gather all the strength I can muster and push him away. I stand still for a moment - trying to catch my breath, glaring at him.
"I hate you." I hope that sounded convincing.
He looks at me for a moment, as if he's pondering something - then takes a step closer... dangerously close.
"No... you don't." What an arrogant asshole you've become Potter... I'd be proud, if I weren't so PISSED OFF.
I push him again - much harder this time, and send him crashing to the floor. Without looking back, I go straight to potions.
Who the hell does he think he is? First getting me to want him - practically against my will I might add, then telling me he's done with me and actually expecting me to just leave it at that - OH HELL NO. Harry Fucking Potter or not, no one treats Draco Malfoy this way and gets away with it.
Once I arrive to potions, I take my seat quickly - thinking of all the wondrous ways I can torture Potter. And there's that asshole now - sauntering in with his little cronies like he's on top of the world... oh how the mighty will fall. Enough Draco, the lesson is about to begin... you can focus on the destruction of Harry Potter later.
"Today we will be brewing a rather advanced calming potion. While you would normally be partnering for this particular endeavor, I have decided that I want to test your skills without the help of your fellow classmates, as it has come to my attention that only half of you are actually doing the work. The instructions are on the board… you may begin." Ha-ha... busted, now maybe you'll be doing your own work now Potter... you self-righteous bastard.
Shaking Potter from my thoughts once again, I begin to work on my potion. Well, I suppose sneaking a peak wouldn't hurt - hmm, the weasel doesn't seem to be too pleased with him... I wonder why… and how I can exploit it. Oh yes, wouldn't that be fun - I could tell his little friends about his unhealthy lust for me... what would they think of wonder boy then. Harry Potter the worlds savor, wanting to fuck the enemy. I guess I'll have to be the one to break it to them, they are his friends after all... they have a right to know... this is going to be fun.
Despite the constant distraction that is Harry Potter I still manage to finish my potion before anyone else in the class, big surprise there... when do I not? Having nothing else to do I sit back and wait.
As soon as Snape dismisses all of us, I am one of the first out the door. I notice Weasley and Granger waiting for Potter and figure now's a good a time as any to destroy his life so I make my way over to them. But before I can reach them Potter comes out, so I duck behind a statue and wait for an opportunity. They appear to be arguing about something, and by the looks of it, Weasley has no idea what's going on... apparently something between Potter and Granger. I need to get closer - there goes Weasley, now's my chance.
The disturbance of Weaselys departure gives me the opportunity to sneak a little closer, without being detected. I'm still pretty far away but I can hear enough to get the information I need. So Potter's gonna take a nap is he? We'll see about that.
Turning on my heels I run to Gryffindor Tower as fast as my legs will carry me. Under normal circumstances, Malfoys do not run, but I have to beat Potter there. I arrive to the Fat Lady portrait in record time; she looks me over a few times before raising an eyebrow at me.
"Password?" How the fuck am I supposed to know?
"I don't want in you cow... I'm waiting for someone." And I would appreciate it if you wouldn't talk to me again.
"Aren't you a very rude young man." You're talking to me.
"It's genetic." I would assume so anyway
She pffts, and I turn my attention back to the entrance corridor - I want to see Potter when he arrives. I know he's not expecting me and I wouldn't miss his reaction for the world. Luckily I don't have to wait long.
"Draco?" Oh no you don't... your first name privileges are revoked buddy.
"So it's Draco again is it? I don't know what you're playing at Potter, but I do not consider things between us finished. You are not in charge of this 'game' as you so nicely put it and until I say it's over... it is very much on." Oh yeah... point one, Draco Malfoy.
"Whatever Malfoy, I'm tired so if you'll excuse me." I've got a better idea.
He tries to push past me but in a move similar to his earlier one I grab hold of his shoulders - slamming him hard into the wall... I honestly don't know which I prefer better, slamming or getting slammed... I guess I'll have to truly find that out later.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Why is he smirking like that? He should not be smirking right now.
"Oh I'm sorry have we not met? I'm Harry Potter; it's nice-" What the hell is wrong with him? This is not how this is supposed to go. I am supposed to show him that I am the dominant one, that he is the one who wants me... he isn't supposed to be making jokes.
He attempts to free a hand but I am having none of it and proceed to slam him even further into the wall.
"You really are in no position to be making jokes Potter." However you are in the perfect position for-
Not giving my brain the time to finish the thought - I crush my lips to his in a very passionate and brutal kiss, but as soon as I feel him start to respond, I pull back - he is not supposed to be enjoying this. I lean in closer - brushing my lips against his ear.
"You know it's really a shame I have a class to attend now Potter, other wise I would have given you…" I flick my tongue against his ear "…the most spectacular fuck of your life… willing or not." And you'd beg me for more.
I release him taking a step back and he slides down the wall - his head hanging as if defeated. Feeling the need to further aggravate the situation I kneel beside him - grasping his chin in my hands, forcing him to look at me.
"Who's in control now Potter?" Because to be honest... I still don't know.
He rips himself from my grip, glaring the entire time. No use trying to be resistant now Potter... you know you enjoyed it. I laugh lightly at him then make my exit.
I must admit, I'm feeling pretty good right now... too good to go to class.
I make my way back to my room and upon entering spot Blaise's muggle music device, I walk over to it warily - not sure of how to work it, I push all the buttons until it turns on.
"I AM TOO SEXY FOR MY SHIRT, TO SEXY FOR MY SHIRT... SO SEXY IT HURTS." Ahhhh, what the fuck?
I scramble desperately trying to turn the damn thing off or at the very least turn it down. Once I've mastered it, I sit back and listen for a while, reflecting on these mornings events.
While I haven't exactly figured out what's wrong with Potter, I know it's something. He is blatantly lying when he said he was through with me, I think I proved that... but why. Perhaps he did tell Granger and Weasley about me and they just didn't approve so he - no, if Harry Potter wants something he doesn't seem the type to care what anyone thought about it so it must be something else. I need to learn how to read minds. That would make my life so much simpler.
All too soon the music becomes infectious and I notice myself beginning to sway lightly to it. I get up, walking over to the door and after a quick glance out to make sure there is no one around, I shut it - locking it with the flick of my wand... there, now no one should be able to get through.
I walk over to the music thingy and turn the volume up; pretty soon, I'm dancing like a madman to a song I hardly know but screaming it at the top of my lungs none the less.
"I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt -" Well I must be because there it goes.
"So sexy it hurts." How did this happen? How did I end up dancing around my room whirling my shirt over my head like a lasso?
"I'm to sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan -" throw shirt onto - Blaise - SHIT!
I lunge at the thing, 'accidentally' knocking it to the floor and breaking it... oops. I turn back to Blaise who is standing in the doorway with an 'I just caught the Headmaster spanking a house elf so now I pass all my classes without going' face. I want to die. He walks towards me, clapping lightly.
"My my Draco... that was... impressive." I've changed my mind... I want him to die.
"How did you get in here? I thought I warded that door." But apparently not enough.
"You did, I just happen to know enough about you to break it." Damn Blaise, damn him to hell.
"If you ever tell anyone about what you saw..." I leave the statement open... it sounds more threatening that way.
"What do I get if I don't?" You get to say in one piece.
"To live." For now.
"Point taken... really Draco, I was just joking." No you weren't.
"Whatever... what do you want?" Quit staring at me like that… it's making me nervous.
"Besides a new cd player Mr. Clumsy? Really Draco, you could have just turned it off." No, that thing was pure evil and needed to be destroyed.
"What. Do. You. Want." Besides my gorgeous body.
"Touchy, I just wanted to see where you were... you missed lunch you know." Damn, and I was hungry too.
"Did I?" Guess I'll just have to eat the candy your mom sent you… after you're gone of course.
"Yes, but since I already know why, Lord of the Dance... I won't ask anymore questions." Hmm, I like… Draco Malfoy - Lord of the Dance!
"Good."
"So are you coming to Defense? Or are you going to finish practicing for the ballet?" I swear one of these days I'm going to kill that bastard.
"Blaise." You're about ten seconds away from a severe ass beating.
"Ok, I'm done... so are you coming?" Do you see Potter in here… then no. Oh you meant to class, well then -
"No, I'm kind of tired now, so I think I'll take a nap." I may have over done it with that back flip.
"Ok... see you at dinner."
After he leaves, I throw myself onto bed and revel in my own stupidity. I should have known Blaise could get through those wards, next time... I'll put a 'shock me' curse on the entryway or something. That way if anyone does manage to get through and see me... at least they'll regret it. I snuggle up to my favorite pillow, feeling very tired all the sudden - being Draco Malfoy can be very exhausting at times. I am almost asleep when I hear a knock on my door. I angrily get up and begin to open it.
"Someone better be dead" Great just what I need... Parkinson.
"Draco?" Now what could she possibly want.
"What do you want?" Ha! I think she's gonna cry... and the day's looking up.
"Can I come in?" Hell no!
"No"
"Look Draco -"
"Don't you dare call me that again... you forfeited that right." When you took it upon yourself to make me the laughing stock of Hogwarts.
"Ok then, Malfoy... I just wanted to apologize." Like it'll make a difference… sod off.
"And so you have." I move to close the door but she stops me.
"At least let me explain." What? That you're a stupid insecure vindictive bitch, who decided to get even with me for not wanting to touch you… I already knew that.
"I don't want your explanations... go away."
I take hold of her hand and forcefully push her away from the door, practically slamming it behind her. I can't believe she thought she could just apologize and I would forgive her. She betrayed my trust, made a completely fool out of me and she actually thought I would forgive her... what a stupid bitch.
I slump back down on my bed and drift into a much needed sleep.
"DRACO!" It was Potter!
"WHAT?" Was that really necessary?
"How long did you plan on sleeping... it's time for dinner." Just grab your wand Draco, it's right there… just two little words.
"You really do have a death wish don't you Zabini." And if you ever scream in my ear again… I'll be happy to fulfill it.
"No, not really... besides I know they're just empty threats." They are not!
"HEY! I resent that." I could kill you… I could.
"Resent it all you want Drakie dear, it's the simple truth, you'd never kill me... you love me too much." I do not!
"Keep telling yourself that... come on I'm hungry."
I roll my eyes as I get out of bed - I'm actually felling kinda hungry at the moment... I guess skipping lunch will do that to you.
We walk down to the Great Hall in silence; I really don't have anything to say at the moment and apparently neither does he. Once I'm seated I look over to the Gryffindor table - where's the Golden Trio I wonder. It's not like them to miss dinner, especially Weasley, Potter's been known to, on occasion of course, but never the Weasel, that boys like a horse... it's quite disgusting really, I can't even imagine how a human can consume that much food. I begin to pile some of the various foods on my plate and begin to eat, again in silence. I really do need to get some more interesting friends.
Ahh, there's the weasel and the mudblood, but no Potter. Something's not right, Granger and Weasley are sitting three seats apart and Potter is nowhere to be seen. They can't be fighting, since the lesser two of the trio came in together, but where exactly is Potter. Now Granger's leaning over to talk to Weasley, why didn't she just sit next to him if she wanted to talk to him? This all seems too suspicious, why are they here together yet sitting so far apart? Where is Potter? Why is Granger patting the air between them? Where is that music coming from? Oh my God Potter is not -