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Warning: The usual DH slash. And I finally came to the point where I have to warn you about the action going on between those two. No sex yet though. Oh and someone said they didn't like the Blaise/Draco thing. Well I'm sorry to say that that is pretty vital to this story so there *will* be more of that. So the warning goes for that too.
A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews! I can't believe I have more than a hundred reviews! I'm so happy! I also want to thank lilkuma-chan for the cake (love your nick by the way ^^). How did you know I love cake? I also want to thank those of you who review after every chapter. It means a lot to me because that way I know that there are people out there who really are waiting for the next chapter. Makes me motivated to write more. Thank you. Now you see what happens when you leave out the rambling? You ramble twice as much the next time. But I think I'm finished rambling now so I can get on with the chappie. Oh one more thing. Could someone tell me what I have to do so the text will be cursive and that stuff? Or so that there will be more than one line between the text? I noticed it never is the way I do it in word. Like the cursive text and the lines between the text and I think it's annoying. Thank you!
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Chapter 12:
Draco was lying on his bed at Malfoy Manor. The sheets were made of silk and were silver coloured. He wore black silk pyjamas with little silver dragons on them. The dragons were enchanted so they were moving around on the material.
He was watching as two of the dragons were fighting over which one of them were supposed to be sitting on the only moon. It started to become pretty bloody, not that he could actually see blood spilling, but the two of them were biting each other like they were ready to kill each other.
Draco might have been watching the dragons but his mind was not there at all. In fact it wasn't even close to dragons or anything he might find in his room. Nothing he would find in Malfoy Manor either for that matter. What he was thinking about wasn't even in Wiltshire. It was far away at Hogwarts. Actually it wasn't an 'it'. It was a 'someone'. It was Harry Potter.
So as Draco watched as one of the dragons bit the other in the nose he was thinking about what kind of pyjamas Potter was wearing right now.
"Bet it's one of those flannel pyjamas with little bears on them. What are they called again? Care Bears." He said, sounding amused then he chuckled a little at the thought of Potter in Care Bear pyjamas.
That was really cute. Then again lately he found himself thinking that a lot of Potter. Edible was another word. But that was a thought that came to him while he was kissing his neck and chest. Potter tasted really good. He tasted a little like some sort of sweet cream with a hint of vanilla and then something more masculine, something that just screamed 'Potter'.
His skin was so soft. Like a baby's. He loved touching it, feeling it against his palms. The soft skin was only a disguise. Beneath it lay toned muscles. So Potter's femininity ended with the soft baby skin. He was truly delicate though. He tasted good and he felt even better.
The scenes from last nights snogging sessions were very vivid in Draco's mind and they wouldn't leave him alone. Not that he had anything against it.
He had to admit it. Harry Potter was very good at this whole kissing and his whimpers and little noises uttered in pure pleasure could drive him crazy.
Like right now. It was enough for him to think abut Potter and that soft skin of his. The crystal tears in the corners of his eyes, coming from frustration, from wanting Draco so much. It was a very arousing thought. Potter wanted him and damn it all, he wanted Potter too. He wanted him right now.
He growled with annoyance and frustration and the rapidly growing evidence of his longing and buried his face in the pillow. This couldn't be true.
He sure hoped Potter was having similar problems right now. He did not want to be the only one with this kind of......raging problem.
He decided to just ignore it, as hard as that was. He wanted to sleep. He needed to sleep unless he wanted to face his mother on Christmas Day with blue circles under his eyes. His mother would not be pleased with him if he looked less than perfect.
But trying to *make* himself sleep didn't help. He did everything he could think of. He waited for the fairy with the sleeping dust but of course this being Christmas Eve, she must have taken a break. Oh and there was the fact that unfortunately for Draco, she did not even exist. He cursed colourfully and found out that it was quite fun so he tried to come up with as many bad words as he could. At least that kept his mind off the problem between his legs. When cursing didn't help he started to count pixies but that didn't help because they flew around and made him all confused.
Finally when the sun was starting to colour the sky blue, he fell asleep. He didn't sleep very well though. He had all kinds of weird dreams about Potter being dressed up as a Care Bear, begging him to kiss him. Draco said no and Potter started crying. Right then came Blaise and he started crying too and asked Draco over and over again, why he didn't love him. Then his father came and told him he was a disgrace for the Malfoy family because he had been with a Care Bear. Draco started apologizing and telling his father that he had not been with a Care Bear. Care Bears were not even cute. And then to make it all even better, came Voldemort and tried to kill Care-Bear- Harry who was running around like a mad chicken trying to get away from the green flashes of light that came out of Voldemort's wand. Draco who could not watch Care-Bear-Harry die a horrible death like that stood in front of him, trying to protect him from the curse but he ended up getting killed by the curse.
That was when Draco awoke with a scream. He was covered in sweat and he was shaking slightly. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his clock. It was 10 am and it was about time he got up.
He went to take a shower and while he was under the warm spray of water he started thinking about his crazy dream. He had to admit that if someone else told him about having a dream like that, he would have advised them to get their heads examined at St. Mungo's as soon as possible.
As it was he knew this was just a crazy dream and nothing more.
He stepped out of the shower and dried himself, deciding not to think about Potter at all while he was here. In fact he would forget Potter even existed while he was at home. Nothing good could possibly come out of him thinking about Potter in Care Bear pyjamas or in any other clothing not to mention naked.
With that decision he stepped out of the shower room and walked down to the dining room to eat breakfast.
The walls in the dining room were dark red. The same kind of red that the Gryffindors were wearing. The same kind of red Potter had on his Quidditch robes. Potter looked pretty hot in those robes.
Damn it! Not even three minutes and he was already breaking his don't-think- about-Potter-rule! Damn it all to the deepest pits of hell!
He huffed and sat down on a chair. This was going to be a long day.
And it was. All Draco could think about was that he was always thinking of Potter. There was always something reminding him of the messy haired little dork. The green tree standing it the main living room reminded him of Potter's eyes. The black furniture in one of the many rooms reminded him of the colour of Potter's hair.
He ate lunch with his mother, answering stupid fake-polite questions about school. His mother told him once again how disappointed she was that he would not spend the holidays with her. He told her that he needed to work on his schoolwork so that he would get better grades than that Mudblood, Granger.
After lunch he went to the Music Room to practice on the piano. He would be playing at the party tonight and he needed the song to be perfect so his mother would be proud.
He played there all day until the song could get no better. He was a little exhausted but in a good way. He knew his mother would be proud now. He leaned on the piano and started to play something with his right hand. At first he did not recognize what song it was. He just played the melody and hummed it. Suddenly he stopped. He remembered. It was Potter's stupid little song.
A weak smile spread across his face and he sat upright and started playing with his other hand too. Once again he saw the little bunny jumping around, crying for his friend and he started singing the words to it. He closed his eyes and let his hands find the keys on their own. He felt Potter's arms around him just like on that night two days ago and he floated with the music.
A knock on the door woke him from his trance. His mother stuck her head in and when he turned around she entered the room.
"How is it going?" she asked in her usual cold voice.
"It's going all right. Want to hear it?" Draco asked looking into his mother's emotionless face. At least that is what it looked like if you didn't know her the way Draco knew her.
"Yes, I would like that." She said sitting down on a chair near Draco's.
Draco began playing, vanishing into the music again. It was going very well and when he finished he looked at his mother. Her expression was somewhat milder than usual.
"It was good, Draco." She said and Draco was so very proud of himself. It was rare for him to see his mother like that. Letting go of the usual cold look and showing a glimpse of her true self.
"I thought that since your father is not here." She paused for a second but then she carried on, her expression never changed but Draco knew what the brief silence meant. Her mother missed her husband.
"I thought you and I could play the usual opening song together." Draco now looked very surprised. This was an honour. Playing with his mother at the Christmas Party.
His mother and father have always opened the Malfoy Christmas Parties with a song they played together. It was tradition. Now his mother wanted him to play the song with her. It meant he was now the man in the house. He was all grown up.
"Yes, mother" he said and smiled a little. He was going to do his best!
By the time the party started Draco was slightly nervous. It didn't show though, him being a Malfoy and all. It would have been inappropriate for him to show his nervousness.
The guests were all there. All pureblood families, related to the Malfoy's. Some of them were Death Eaters. Friends of his fathers. They were all waiting for their hosts to start the Party with the usual opening song.
Draco led his mother to the piano and she sat down. Draco sat down beside her and she gave him the signal and they started playing.
Everyone became silent as mother and son started playing. You could almost cut the silence it was so intense. The music was beautiful. Neither of them made mistakes. Draco thought that this was one of the very few times when he and his mother were truly just that; mother and son. After this everything would go back to normal and they would be the image of the perfect family. They would once again hide behind the Malfoy name. Somehow it made Draco sad.
The guests were clapping their hands and whispering to each other about the beautiful music they just heard and that Draco was becoming more and more like his father in every way. Lucius Malfoy should be a proud father.
When hearing this Draco snorted mentally and excused himself, saying he was not feeling all too well and that he needed to go to bed so he would be fresh the coming day when he would return to Hogwarts. His mother was not happy at all. Draco was a host after all and he was not supposed to leave the party. But seeing as she did not want to make a scene she let Draco have as he wanted but not before telling him that if his father had been there he would not have been excused.
As soon as the door to his room was shut behind him he felt extremely relieved. He sank down to the floor and hugged his knees.
'Proud father'. Right. His father has never been proud of him. Nor would he ever be. He was sick and tired of people telling him he looked like his father. Even more so when they told him he *was* like his father.
He was a little confused. He had always wanted to become like Lucius just to show him that he was a good boy, that he was worth something. Now he wasn't sure anymore. Lucius was not even here to see him play like that. He was Merlin knows where, hiding like a coward. It was Potter's fault he knew. He was mad but he wasn't sure he was mad at Potter anymore. After all it was his fathers fault too. He wasn't careful enough and he got caught.
He walked to his bed and started undressing. He felt exhaustion creep over him and he lay down on his bed. He didn't sleep though. He couldn't.
He wondered what Potter was doing. He wondered if Potter had noticed that his 'Wolfie' was also gone.
Wolfie. What kind of name was that anyway? It was just so typical of Potter to name him something so.......cute.
He wondered what Potter would think of his Wolfie if he knew who the wolf really was. He wondered what he would think of him if he knew he was Wolfie.
Finally sleep took him and his last thought was; 'Tomorrow......'.
Harry was excited. Scratch that, he was going crazy with excitement. His stomach would not stop fluttering and his brain was definitely missing. He was nervous one second and he felt like jumping down the halls the next. He could not understand what was going on with him.
Malfoy was returning to Hogwarts that day and he was behaving like a crazy person. He had scolded himself about that at 5 am that morning in the boys' bathroom. He had not slept very much at all but strange enough he did not feel very tired.
He and Malfoy had not agreed on meeting that day but he was very sure they would anyway. This made him flush with anticipation and a little something else.
Even Seamus and Dean noticed his unusual behaviour and they exchanged a few worried glances.
Harry could not sit still. Draco might have returned to Hogwarts already for all he knew and he just needed to see him. But the question was: how? Damn, damn, damn! He had to get out of the Gryffindor Common Room. Damn, damn! Where would he go? What would he do? He couldn't very well waltz into the Slytherin Common Room and ask the other Slytherins that stayed here for the holidays, whether Malfoy had returned to Hogwarts or not.
He would have to be patient. But he couldn't! He had not seen him for two whole days! Now he had to wait two more hours for lunch? Not even then would he be sure if Malfoy was back. Maybe the git would skip lunch. Maybe he would......
"Harry, are you all right?" he heard Seamus' voice from behind him.
"Oh.....yeah....of course I am!" he said loudly. This only made Seamus worry even more. What was going on with Harry? He was being so weird. Pacing up and down the Common Room, looking nervous and he even had a little blush creeping up on his cheeks. He didn't look very healthy either with those bluish rings under his eyes. He must have slept poorly. To make a long story short, he looked like hell and behaved even weirder.
"Are you sure, Harry?" he asked looking worried and closing the book he had been reading.
"Sure" was all the answer he got before Harry left the Common Room hastily.
He just had to get out of there. Seamus was probably thinking he was going mad. And he knew he was but he didn't want anyone to know that.
He didn't know where he was going and frankly he didn't even care as long as he was away from the prying eyes of his friends.
He stopped in a corridor and now exhausted from running up and down different stairs he sank to the floor. He panted heavily and ran a hand through his messy hair.
He had to wait. But why? He didn't want to. He just wanted that stupid Malfoy to be here already and....well.....
He sat there for a while and the he went for walk around the school just to pass time. He counted the minutes until lunch and finally after an agonizingly long wait he rushed to the Great Hall.
By the time he got there he was so out of breath that he thought he would collapse and faint. Maybe even die. He leaned against the wall next to the door. He could not enter and risk finding Malfoy there. The bastard would probably figure out that he had been running. So he had to try and make his heart stop racing and get his breathing under control.
"Hello, Potter." Came the amused and oh-so-familiar drawl. Harry's heart stopped and all the colour was gone from his face. The person he had longed for to see for two whole days was standing right behind him. Hell! He must have seen him run here like an idiot! Now he had something to brag about to his little Slytherin friends once they came back. Making Potter run to him like some lovesick schoolgirl.
He turned around slowly, coming face to face with his supposed rival. Malfoy was standing there in all his glory, smirking at him like he always did.
Suddenly he became shy. He had been waiting for this moment since Malfoy left and now.....well now he didn't know how he should react. What he should say. Or even if he *should* say anything to begin with.
The colour suddenly returned to his face and it seemed like all the blood in his body decided to run to his cheeks only. He looked down on the floor and decided it had some very interesting patterns that he had not noticed before and he wondered how he could have missed something important like that.
He heard Malfoy chuckle slightly and soon he felt Malfoy very close. Only inches away from his body. His body was radiating warmth and Harry felt it even though they weren't touching. His own body was absorbing Malfoy's warmth and he wondered how a person could become warm from just that. It fascinated him and he wanted more of the warmth but it also frightened him and he backed away.
Malfoy just kept coming closer though until there was no escape and Harry's back hit the wall. Malfoy's body was now impossibly close and he felt trapped. His knees were weak and he wondered what he was doing so close to Malfoy. Oh, yeah! He wanted this. He had been waiting for this but now it was a little scary to know that Malfoy actually had this kind of power over him.
"What is it, Potter? Scared?" he heard the teasing voice close to his ear. Malfoy's breath was burning his skin. He shivered and looked up into the silvery pools.
"No." he whispered. "I just think that.....well maybe we should just.......maybe not do this......here...." He said sounding a little uncertain.
Malfoy smiled like he was up to no good and leaned in to him a little more, their bodies touching slightly.
"Really? And what is 'this'?" he asked, teasing Harry bringing a finger up to his chin and caressing it.
Suddenly Harry woke from his trancelike state and batted away Malfoy's hand and pushed him away from his body.
"Stop that, Malfoy! You know what I mean." He said and started walking away from the other boy secretly hoping Malfoy would follow.
And he did. He was laughing at Harry but he followed none the less. They walked in silence. Well actually Harry walked in silence and tried to ignore the lewd comments Malfoy made about his behind.
Finally they made it to the Piano Room and Harry said the password and they walked in.
As soon as the portrait swung closed behind them Harry felt Malfoy's arms snake around his waist, bringing their bodies closer. He let his lips touch Harry's neck briefly before he rested his chin on his shoulder.
Harry brought up one of his hands to Draco's hair and ran it through the silky strands.
"Missed me?" they both said huskily at the same time.
Suddenly they both stiffened a little and they froze in what they were doing. Harry took a step forward and turned around to face Draco.
"Of course not!" they both yelled at the same time, moving further away from each other.
"Stop it!" Harry yelled. This was getting very irritating. How dare Malfoy ask a stupid question like that? Of course he hadn't missed him! What kind of question was that anyways?
"What's the matter, Potter? Did I touch a nerve?" Malfoy asked in a silky voice. The bastard was smirking at him maliciously.
"Did *I*?" Harry asked, mirroring Malfoy's smirk. This only served to make Malfoy smirk even more.
"All right, all right. Let's just forget about it then." He said, suddenly too eager to continue with what they were doing before their little spat. He moved closer to Harry again and this time he didn't hesitate and he didn't wait. He placed his lips over Harry's and kissed him, needing the contact and closeness.
Their tongues were battling fiercely and Draco pushed Harry up against the closest wall. His hands travelled down to Harry's shirt and sneaked up under it. He felt that baby-soft skin against his fingertips and found himself wanting more of it. His hands moved over Harry's stomach and then down his sides. Harry moaned into his mouth, his grip on his shoulders became stronger before one of his hands found its way into Draco's hair and the other ran down his back and under his shirt, caressing his back in circular motions.
Draco lowered his mouth and began nibbling and kissing on Harry's neck, leaving a reddened trail on it. When he came to the spot he had marked last time he felt his stomach make small flips. Those were his marks on Potter's neck.
"Mine." Was the only word he uttered before starting to renew the marks.
Harry felt himself letting go even more, letting Draco explore his skin, taste his neck. He found himself forgetting how to speak. All coherent thoughts were gone and all he wished for was that Draco would continue what he was doing and never stop. It was mind-blowing how he could be gentle and careful with Harry yet continue his ministrations in a wild way like this.
As Draco's hand found Harry's nipple under the shirt the black haired boy let out a little cry and grinded himself into Draco even more. Draco's body was hard and firm against his and he wanted more of it. He started tearing Draco's shirt but it just wouldn't come off.
"Nnngh.....Mmm.....Draco....." was all he could say but Draco seemed to have gotten the message as he freed himself from Harry's arms and started unbuttoning his shirt, his lips never leaving Harry's neck.
The shirt was now unbuttoned and Harry could not wait any longer, he ripped it off of Draco's body and started to caress his stomach roughly.
Draco growled and crushed him against the wall, lifting him up and holding him like that while he kissed Harry on the lips again. Harry's legs wrapped themselves around Draco's waist and he kissed back fiercely.
"Want you, want you......Harry....." he heard Draco chant between passionate kisses. It made him insane with lust and need after the other boy. Draco wanted him. Draco wanted him so much. He needed those words. Yes he needed Draco's words. He needed Draco. He wanted him too.
But......he just.....Somewhere deep inside him a voice was screaming. 'No!' He could hear it clearly now. But why not? What held him back? He didn't understand. But the voice was being insufferable and it just didn't want to stop and he had to make it. He had to make it stop now!
He broke the kiss and put his legs down in one fast movement. He pushed Draco away. The blonde landed on his butt with a surprised little cry and he looked at Harry like he had just grown three heads, one of them only having one eye the other two three each.
Harry sank to the floor and panted heavily. This strangely reminded him of that night two day's ago. Only the roles were now reversed. Back then it was Draco who had stopped it. This time it was him.
"What's going on, Potter?" he heard Malfoy's voice. Obviously the other boy was having as much difficulty as he was with breathing normally.
"I'm....I.......could we....could we take it a little........slower? And what happened to 'Harry'?" he asked blushing bright red. He could not believe he was asking Draco Malfoy to take things slower with him. Next thing would be asking him to be tender and loving.
"'Harry' pushed me away, making me land on my ass and hit it real hard." Draco snarled. He had not answered Harry's question though. Maybe he ignored it. Maybe he didn't want to take things slower. Yeah, that was probably the case.
While his mind was bombarded with lots of similar thoughts he didn't notice Draco crawling over to him. Not before the other boy took him in his arms. He was so gentle. Not at all like he had been moments ago. Harry could not remember ever seeing him like this. He practically melted in the other's arms.
"Well I guess we do have all the time in the world so, why not?" he heard Draco's soft voice in his ear. He shuddered and let Draco kiss him over and over again on his cheeks.
"Slow?" he asked, closing his eyes and savouring the gentleness of the other boy's touch.
"Yes, slow." Draco whispered in his ear before capturing his lips in a soft little kiss.
A/N: Well, my friends. That was all for now. I am so tired, I'm ready to collapse. Hope you enjoyed it and I'll see you all next time. *tries to crawl away to bed but fails and falls asleep on a cactus* Mmm.......nice and soft!
Warning: The usual DH slash. And I finally came to the point where I have to warn you about the action going on between those two. No sex yet though. Oh and someone said they didn't like the Blaise/Draco thing. Well I'm sorry to say that that is pretty vital to this story so there *will* be more of that. So the warning goes for that too.
A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews! I can't believe I have more than a hundred reviews! I'm so happy! I also want to thank lilkuma-chan for the cake (love your nick by the way ^^). How did you know I love cake? I also want to thank those of you who review after every chapter. It means a lot to me because that way I know that there are people out there who really are waiting for the next chapter. Makes me motivated to write more. Thank you. Now you see what happens when you leave out the rambling? You ramble twice as much the next time. But I think I'm finished rambling now so I can get on with the chappie. Oh one more thing. Could someone tell me what I have to do so the text will be cursive and that stuff? Or so that there will be more than one line between the text? I noticed it never is the way I do it in word. Like the cursive text and the lines between the text and I think it's annoying. Thank you!
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Chapter 12:
Draco was lying on his bed at Malfoy Manor. The sheets were made of silk and were silver coloured. He wore black silk pyjamas with little silver dragons on them. The dragons were enchanted so they were moving around on the material.
He was watching as two of the dragons were fighting over which one of them were supposed to be sitting on the only moon. It started to become pretty bloody, not that he could actually see blood spilling, but the two of them were biting each other like they were ready to kill each other.
Draco might have been watching the dragons but his mind was not there at all. In fact it wasn't even close to dragons or anything he might find in his room. Nothing he would find in Malfoy Manor either for that matter. What he was thinking about wasn't even in Wiltshire. It was far away at Hogwarts. Actually it wasn't an 'it'. It was a 'someone'. It was Harry Potter.
So as Draco watched as one of the dragons bit the other in the nose he was thinking about what kind of pyjamas Potter was wearing right now.
"Bet it's one of those flannel pyjamas with little bears on them. What are they called again? Care Bears." He said, sounding amused then he chuckled a little at the thought of Potter in Care Bear pyjamas.
That was really cute. Then again lately he found himself thinking that a lot of Potter. Edible was another word. But that was a thought that came to him while he was kissing his neck and chest. Potter tasted really good. He tasted a little like some sort of sweet cream with a hint of vanilla and then something more masculine, something that just screamed 'Potter'.
His skin was so soft. Like a baby's. He loved touching it, feeling it against his palms. The soft skin was only a disguise. Beneath it lay toned muscles. So Potter's femininity ended with the soft baby skin. He was truly delicate though. He tasted good and he felt even better.
The scenes from last nights snogging sessions were very vivid in Draco's mind and they wouldn't leave him alone. Not that he had anything against it.
He had to admit it. Harry Potter was very good at this whole kissing and his whimpers and little noises uttered in pure pleasure could drive him crazy.
Like right now. It was enough for him to think abut Potter and that soft skin of his. The crystal tears in the corners of his eyes, coming from frustration, from wanting Draco so much. It was a very arousing thought. Potter wanted him and damn it all, he wanted Potter too. He wanted him right now.
He growled with annoyance and frustration and the rapidly growing evidence of his longing and buried his face in the pillow. This couldn't be true.
He sure hoped Potter was having similar problems right now. He did not want to be the only one with this kind of......raging problem.
He decided to just ignore it, as hard as that was. He wanted to sleep. He needed to sleep unless he wanted to face his mother on Christmas Day with blue circles under his eyes. His mother would not be pleased with him if he looked less than perfect.
But trying to *make* himself sleep didn't help. He did everything he could think of. He waited for the fairy with the sleeping dust but of course this being Christmas Eve, she must have taken a break. Oh and there was the fact that unfortunately for Draco, she did not even exist. He cursed colourfully and found out that it was quite fun so he tried to come up with as many bad words as he could. At least that kept his mind off the problem between his legs. When cursing didn't help he started to count pixies but that didn't help because they flew around and made him all confused.
Finally when the sun was starting to colour the sky blue, he fell asleep. He didn't sleep very well though. He had all kinds of weird dreams about Potter being dressed up as a Care Bear, begging him to kiss him. Draco said no and Potter started crying. Right then came Blaise and he started crying too and asked Draco over and over again, why he didn't love him. Then his father came and told him he was a disgrace for the Malfoy family because he had been with a Care Bear. Draco started apologizing and telling his father that he had not been with a Care Bear. Care Bears were not even cute. And then to make it all even better, came Voldemort and tried to kill Care-Bear- Harry who was running around like a mad chicken trying to get away from the green flashes of light that came out of Voldemort's wand. Draco who could not watch Care-Bear-Harry die a horrible death like that stood in front of him, trying to protect him from the curse but he ended up getting killed by the curse.
That was when Draco awoke with a scream. He was covered in sweat and he was shaking slightly. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his clock. It was 10 am and it was about time he got up.
He went to take a shower and while he was under the warm spray of water he started thinking about his crazy dream. He had to admit that if someone else told him about having a dream like that, he would have advised them to get their heads examined at St. Mungo's as soon as possible.
As it was he knew this was just a crazy dream and nothing more.
He stepped out of the shower and dried himself, deciding not to think about Potter at all while he was here. In fact he would forget Potter even existed while he was at home. Nothing good could possibly come out of him thinking about Potter in Care Bear pyjamas or in any other clothing not to mention naked.
With that decision he stepped out of the shower room and walked down to the dining room to eat breakfast.
The walls in the dining room were dark red. The same kind of red that the Gryffindors were wearing. The same kind of red Potter had on his Quidditch robes. Potter looked pretty hot in those robes.
Damn it! Not even three minutes and he was already breaking his don't-think- about-Potter-rule! Damn it all to the deepest pits of hell!
He huffed and sat down on a chair. This was going to be a long day.
And it was. All Draco could think about was that he was always thinking of Potter. There was always something reminding him of the messy haired little dork. The green tree standing it the main living room reminded him of Potter's eyes. The black furniture in one of the many rooms reminded him of the colour of Potter's hair.
He ate lunch with his mother, answering stupid fake-polite questions about school. His mother told him once again how disappointed she was that he would not spend the holidays with her. He told her that he needed to work on his schoolwork so that he would get better grades than that Mudblood, Granger.
After lunch he went to the Music Room to practice on the piano. He would be playing at the party tonight and he needed the song to be perfect so his mother would be proud.
He played there all day until the song could get no better. He was a little exhausted but in a good way. He knew his mother would be proud now. He leaned on the piano and started to play something with his right hand. At first he did not recognize what song it was. He just played the melody and hummed it. Suddenly he stopped. He remembered. It was Potter's stupid little song.
A weak smile spread across his face and he sat upright and started playing with his other hand too. Once again he saw the little bunny jumping around, crying for his friend and he started singing the words to it. He closed his eyes and let his hands find the keys on their own. He felt Potter's arms around him just like on that night two days ago and he floated with the music.
A knock on the door woke him from his trance. His mother stuck her head in and when he turned around she entered the room.
"How is it going?" she asked in her usual cold voice.
"It's going all right. Want to hear it?" Draco asked looking into his mother's emotionless face. At least that is what it looked like if you didn't know her the way Draco knew her.
"Yes, I would like that." She said sitting down on a chair near Draco's.
Draco began playing, vanishing into the music again. It was going very well and when he finished he looked at his mother. Her expression was somewhat milder than usual.
"It was good, Draco." She said and Draco was so very proud of himself. It was rare for him to see his mother like that. Letting go of the usual cold look and showing a glimpse of her true self.
"I thought that since your father is not here." She paused for a second but then she carried on, her expression never changed but Draco knew what the brief silence meant. Her mother missed her husband.
"I thought you and I could play the usual opening song together." Draco now looked very surprised. This was an honour. Playing with his mother at the Christmas Party.
His mother and father have always opened the Malfoy Christmas Parties with a song they played together. It was tradition. Now his mother wanted him to play the song with her. It meant he was now the man in the house. He was all grown up.
"Yes, mother" he said and smiled a little. He was going to do his best!
By the time the party started Draco was slightly nervous. It didn't show though, him being a Malfoy and all. It would have been inappropriate for him to show his nervousness.
The guests were all there. All pureblood families, related to the Malfoy's. Some of them were Death Eaters. Friends of his fathers. They were all waiting for their hosts to start the Party with the usual opening song.
Draco led his mother to the piano and she sat down. Draco sat down beside her and she gave him the signal and they started playing.
Everyone became silent as mother and son started playing. You could almost cut the silence it was so intense. The music was beautiful. Neither of them made mistakes. Draco thought that this was one of the very few times when he and his mother were truly just that; mother and son. After this everything would go back to normal and they would be the image of the perfect family. They would once again hide behind the Malfoy name. Somehow it made Draco sad.
The guests were clapping their hands and whispering to each other about the beautiful music they just heard and that Draco was becoming more and more like his father in every way. Lucius Malfoy should be a proud father.
When hearing this Draco snorted mentally and excused himself, saying he was not feeling all too well and that he needed to go to bed so he would be fresh the coming day when he would return to Hogwarts. His mother was not happy at all. Draco was a host after all and he was not supposed to leave the party. But seeing as she did not want to make a scene she let Draco have as he wanted but not before telling him that if his father had been there he would not have been excused.
As soon as the door to his room was shut behind him he felt extremely relieved. He sank down to the floor and hugged his knees.
'Proud father'. Right. His father has never been proud of him. Nor would he ever be. He was sick and tired of people telling him he looked like his father. Even more so when they told him he *was* like his father.
He was a little confused. He had always wanted to become like Lucius just to show him that he was a good boy, that he was worth something. Now he wasn't sure anymore. Lucius was not even here to see him play like that. He was Merlin knows where, hiding like a coward. It was Potter's fault he knew. He was mad but he wasn't sure he was mad at Potter anymore. After all it was his fathers fault too. He wasn't careful enough and he got caught.
He walked to his bed and started undressing. He felt exhaustion creep over him and he lay down on his bed. He didn't sleep though. He couldn't.
He wondered what Potter was doing. He wondered if Potter had noticed that his 'Wolfie' was also gone.
Wolfie. What kind of name was that anyway? It was just so typical of Potter to name him something so.......cute.
He wondered what Potter would think of his Wolfie if he knew who the wolf really was. He wondered what he would think of him if he knew he was Wolfie.
Finally sleep took him and his last thought was; 'Tomorrow......'.
Harry was excited. Scratch that, he was going crazy with excitement. His stomach would not stop fluttering and his brain was definitely missing. He was nervous one second and he felt like jumping down the halls the next. He could not understand what was going on with him.
Malfoy was returning to Hogwarts that day and he was behaving like a crazy person. He had scolded himself about that at 5 am that morning in the boys' bathroom. He had not slept very much at all but strange enough he did not feel very tired.
He and Malfoy had not agreed on meeting that day but he was very sure they would anyway. This made him flush with anticipation and a little something else.
Even Seamus and Dean noticed his unusual behaviour and they exchanged a few worried glances.
Harry could not sit still. Draco might have returned to Hogwarts already for all he knew and he just needed to see him. But the question was: how? Damn, damn, damn! He had to get out of the Gryffindor Common Room. Damn, damn! Where would he go? What would he do? He couldn't very well waltz into the Slytherin Common Room and ask the other Slytherins that stayed here for the holidays, whether Malfoy had returned to Hogwarts or not.
He would have to be patient. But he couldn't! He had not seen him for two whole days! Now he had to wait two more hours for lunch? Not even then would he be sure if Malfoy was back. Maybe the git would skip lunch. Maybe he would......
"Harry, are you all right?" he heard Seamus' voice from behind him.
"Oh.....yeah....of course I am!" he said loudly. This only made Seamus worry even more. What was going on with Harry? He was being so weird. Pacing up and down the Common Room, looking nervous and he even had a little blush creeping up on his cheeks. He didn't look very healthy either with those bluish rings under his eyes. He must have slept poorly. To make a long story short, he looked like hell and behaved even weirder.
"Are you sure, Harry?" he asked looking worried and closing the book he had been reading.
"Sure" was all the answer he got before Harry left the Common Room hastily.
He just had to get out of there. Seamus was probably thinking he was going mad. And he knew he was but he didn't want anyone to know that.
He didn't know where he was going and frankly he didn't even care as long as he was away from the prying eyes of his friends.
He stopped in a corridor and now exhausted from running up and down different stairs he sank to the floor. He panted heavily and ran a hand through his messy hair.
He had to wait. But why? He didn't want to. He just wanted that stupid Malfoy to be here already and....well.....
He sat there for a while and the he went for walk around the school just to pass time. He counted the minutes until lunch and finally after an agonizingly long wait he rushed to the Great Hall.
By the time he got there he was so out of breath that he thought he would collapse and faint. Maybe even die. He leaned against the wall next to the door. He could not enter and risk finding Malfoy there. The bastard would probably figure out that he had been running. So he had to try and make his heart stop racing and get his breathing under control.
"Hello, Potter." Came the amused and oh-so-familiar drawl. Harry's heart stopped and all the colour was gone from his face. The person he had longed for to see for two whole days was standing right behind him. Hell! He must have seen him run here like an idiot! Now he had something to brag about to his little Slytherin friends once they came back. Making Potter run to him like some lovesick schoolgirl.
He turned around slowly, coming face to face with his supposed rival. Malfoy was standing there in all his glory, smirking at him like he always did.
Suddenly he became shy. He had been waiting for this moment since Malfoy left and now.....well now he didn't know how he should react. What he should say. Or even if he *should* say anything to begin with.
The colour suddenly returned to his face and it seemed like all the blood in his body decided to run to his cheeks only. He looked down on the floor and decided it had some very interesting patterns that he had not noticed before and he wondered how he could have missed something important like that.
He heard Malfoy chuckle slightly and soon he felt Malfoy very close. Only inches away from his body. His body was radiating warmth and Harry felt it even though they weren't touching. His own body was absorbing Malfoy's warmth and he wondered how a person could become warm from just that. It fascinated him and he wanted more of the warmth but it also frightened him and he backed away.
Malfoy just kept coming closer though until there was no escape and Harry's back hit the wall. Malfoy's body was now impossibly close and he felt trapped. His knees were weak and he wondered what he was doing so close to Malfoy. Oh, yeah! He wanted this. He had been waiting for this but now it was a little scary to know that Malfoy actually had this kind of power over him.
"What is it, Potter? Scared?" he heard the teasing voice close to his ear. Malfoy's breath was burning his skin. He shivered and looked up into the silvery pools.
"No." he whispered. "I just think that.....well maybe we should just.......maybe not do this......here...." He said sounding a little uncertain.
Malfoy smiled like he was up to no good and leaned in to him a little more, their bodies touching slightly.
"Really? And what is 'this'?" he asked, teasing Harry bringing a finger up to his chin and caressing it.
Suddenly Harry woke from his trancelike state and batted away Malfoy's hand and pushed him away from his body.
"Stop that, Malfoy! You know what I mean." He said and started walking away from the other boy secretly hoping Malfoy would follow.
And he did. He was laughing at Harry but he followed none the less. They walked in silence. Well actually Harry walked in silence and tried to ignore the lewd comments Malfoy made about his behind.
Finally they made it to the Piano Room and Harry said the password and they walked in.
As soon as the portrait swung closed behind them Harry felt Malfoy's arms snake around his waist, bringing their bodies closer. He let his lips touch Harry's neck briefly before he rested his chin on his shoulder.
Harry brought up one of his hands to Draco's hair and ran it through the silky strands.
"Missed me?" they both said huskily at the same time.
Suddenly they both stiffened a little and they froze in what they were doing. Harry took a step forward and turned around to face Draco.
"Of course not!" they both yelled at the same time, moving further away from each other.
"Stop it!" Harry yelled. This was getting very irritating. How dare Malfoy ask a stupid question like that? Of course he hadn't missed him! What kind of question was that anyways?
"What's the matter, Potter? Did I touch a nerve?" Malfoy asked in a silky voice. The bastard was smirking at him maliciously.
"Did *I*?" Harry asked, mirroring Malfoy's smirk. This only served to make Malfoy smirk even more.
"All right, all right. Let's just forget about it then." He said, suddenly too eager to continue with what they were doing before their little spat. He moved closer to Harry again and this time he didn't hesitate and he didn't wait. He placed his lips over Harry's and kissed him, needing the contact and closeness.
Their tongues were battling fiercely and Draco pushed Harry up against the closest wall. His hands travelled down to Harry's shirt and sneaked up under it. He felt that baby-soft skin against his fingertips and found himself wanting more of it. His hands moved over Harry's stomach and then down his sides. Harry moaned into his mouth, his grip on his shoulders became stronger before one of his hands found its way into Draco's hair and the other ran down his back and under his shirt, caressing his back in circular motions.
Draco lowered his mouth and began nibbling and kissing on Harry's neck, leaving a reddened trail on it. When he came to the spot he had marked last time he felt his stomach make small flips. Those were his marks on Potter's neck.
"Mine." Was the only word he uttered before starting to renew the marks.
Harry felt himself letting go even more, letting Draco explore his skin, taste his neck. He found himself forgetting how to speak. All coherent thoughts were gone and all he wished for was that Draco would continue what he was doing and never stop. It was mind-blowing how he could be gentle and careful with Harry yet continue his ministrations in a wild way like this.
As Draco's hand found Harry's nipple under the shirt the black haired boy let out a little cry and grinded himself into Draco even more. Draco's body was hard and firm against his and he wanted more of it. He started tearing Draco's shirt but it just wouldn't come off.
"Nnngh.....Mmm.....Draco....." was all he could say but Draco seemed to have gotten the message as he freed himself from Harry's arms and started unbuttoning his shirt, his lips never leaving Harry's neck.
The shirt was now unbuttoned and Harry could not wait any longer, he ripped it off of Draco's body and started to caress his stomach roughly.
Draco growled and crushed him against the wall, lifting him up and holding him like that while he kissed Harry on the lips again. Harry's legs wrapped themselves around Draco's waist and he kissed back fiercely.
"Want you, want you......Harry....." he heard Draco chant between passionate kisses. It made him insane with lust and need after the other boy. Draco wanted him. Draco wanted him so much. He needed those words. Yes he needed Draco's words. He needed Draco. He wanted him too.
But......he just.....Somewhere deep inside him a voice was screaming. 'No!' He could hear it clearly now. But why not? What held him back? He didn't understand. But the voice was being insufferable and it just didn't want to stop and he had to make it. He had to make it stop now!
He broke the kiss and put his legs down in one fast movement. He pushed Draco away. The blonde landed on his butt with a surprised little cry and he looked at Harry like he had just grown three heads, one of them only having one eye the other two three each.
Harry sank to the floor and panted heavily. This strangely reminded him of that night two day's ago. Only the roles were now reversed. Back then it was Draco who had stopped it. This time it was him.
"What's going on, Potter?" he heard Malfoy's voice. Obviously the other boy was having as much difficulty as he was with breathing normally.
"I'm....I.......could we....could we take it a little........slower? And what happened to 'Harry'?" he asked blushing bright red. He could not believe he was asking Draco Malfoy to take things slower with him. Next thing would be asking him to be tender and loving.
"'Harry' pushed me away, making me land on my ass and hit it real hard." Draco snarled. He had not answered Harry's question though. Maybe he ignored it. Maybe he didn't want to take things slower. Yeah, that was probably the case.
While his mind was bombarded with lots of similar thoughts he didn't notice Draco crawling over to him. Not before the other boy took him in his arms. He was so gentle. Not at all like he had been moments ago. Harry could not remember ever seeing him like this. He practically melted in the other's arms.
"Well I guess we do have all the time in the world so, why not?" he heard Draco's soft voice in his ear. He shuddered and let Draco kiss him over and over again on his cheeks.
"Slow?" he asked, closing his eyes and savouring the gentleness of the other boy's touch.
"Yes, slow." Draco whispered in his ear before capturing his lips in a soft little kiss.
A/N: Well, my friends. That was all for now. I am so tired, I'm ready to collapse. Hope you enjoyed it and I'll see you all next time. *tries to crawl away to bed but fails and falls asleep on a cactus* Mmm.......nice and soft!