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Warning: DH slash. Obviously. Some BD too. And this one I always forget; OotP spoilers.
A/N: *comes out of her safe little corner* Hi everyone! Wow! The positive response to that last chapter was absolutely amazing! I was all giddy and so happy! I think my friends and family hate me now. All I could talk about for two days was my wonderful reviews! I kept showing them to my brother, who was absolutely disgusted with my writing. Well, I can't really blame him. He *is* a guy. And guys don't usually like this kind of stories. The poor thing tries to cope. *pats her brothers head* Nevertheless, he was happy for me. That is all that counts. And I was ecstatic! Thank you all! I was blushing like an idiot every time I read your reviews! Now I don't feel all that bad about the sex scene either. Though I can't read it. I read it once after I wrote it and I was blushing like an idiot and I could not believe I wrote something like that. Now don't get me wrong. I *have* read sex scenes between Draco and Harry before but it's so different when you read your own writing. Oh well. I won't bother you with my stupid rant now. Here is the next chapter!
Chapter 14:
Harry could not believe his eyes. He watched, frozen with horror, as the wolf opened its eyes and turned to him, looking very sleepy.
Those eyes! Harry's heart was beating fast and he could hardly breathe. What was going on? What was this supposed to mean? Why was Wolfie here? Where was Draco? Why did Wolfie have eyes exactly like Draco's? What the *hell* was going on?
Millions and millions of questions flooded his mind and he just wanted to stand up and demand an answer but he knew that even if tried to stand, he would just fall again.
The wolf was now very awake and it stood up quickly and backed away from him. The silver eyes were wide with horror and it didn't seem to know what to do. Harry wanted an answer. He wanted it *now*. He wanted to run and hide. He wanted to stay and demand an answer but how could a wolf give him any answers? He wanted to know where Draco was.
Slowly Wolfie seemed to get over the horrid shock and for a while the white wolf just stood in front of him, seemingly waiting for Harry's reaction. When it didn't come it started to move towards him. It moved very slowly. One step at the time and it stopped from time to time to make sure Harry wouldn't start screaming or something terrible like that.
Harry was just standing there, his eyes looked wild and he looked on as the wolf slowly walked up to him. This was not happening. He was dreaming. Yes, that must be it. Things like this didn't happen. No, no, no. No way. This was just way too weird. This was a dream. A very strange kind of dream. The kind of dream you can't decide whether it's a nightmare or just a very weird dream. Yes, definitely a dream. Why would something like this happen to him anyway?
As Wolfie reached him he sank down to his knees and reached out a hand to him. He didn't even notice that he was shaking. He felt cold and hot at the same time. Why? What a strange feeling.
As his fingertips made contact with the wolf's white fur he jumped slightly and drew back his hand like he had just burned it. He moved back until his back hit the wall and he drew his knees up in front of him.
"No.......no, no, no....." he whispered over and over again. This was real. No! It could not be real. Why was Wolfie here? Why was he looking at him with Draco's eyes? Draco's eyes.......Where was Draco?
"Draco?" he whispered, more to himself than anyone. Why wasn't Draco here? He wanted Draco to be here and tell him that everything was all right that.....that.....What did he want to hear from Draco?
No, it didn't matter what Draco said. He just had to be there. And Wolfie.....Wolfie was supposed to be outside by the lake. Yes. Because that was where Wolfie belonged. Not here. In a room. In the same room where he and Draco had......had spent the night.
Suddenly the wolf in front of him started to change. He watched, his eyes wide with surprise and horror as the face slowly turned from a wolf's face into a human face. The white fur was replaced with milky, white skin and the body changed too. There was no tail anymore, no ears. No more fur. Just milky skin and blonde, silky hair on the head. And those eyes. The same eyes. Draco's eyes. They were all Draco's. The eyes, the hair he loved so much, the lips, the body. All Draco's. It was Draco. There was no Wolfie any more. There was only Draco.
"Draco..." he whispered the name as the other boy crawled closer to him. They didn't touch though. Draco was looking at him intently. His eyes looked so vulnerable. No more malice, no more arrogance, no more shields. Just honest fear.
Harry reached up to stroke his cheeks. He didn't even realize he was doing it until he felt the soft skin under his fingertips. It was real. It was really Draco. The boy was really standing in front of him. Draco.....
"Draco......Draco..." he repeated while he moved closer to embrace the other boy. He took him in his arms and ran his hands through the silky hair and down his back. He loved the feeling of the boy's skin. He inhaled his scent. There was something strong and unfamiliar about it. Though it was pleasant in a way. He knew it was the scent of last night's activities and it made him relax a little. He kissed the boy's shoulder and tightened his embrace around him.
Draco was absolutely buffed with surprise. Harry was holding him? He was kissing his shoulder? Even after what he had seen- didn't the boy have any questions? Didn't he want to know what was going on? Potter must have lost it. Mmm, but damn that was good. He was now sucking gently on his neck and nibbling the flesh. Yes, yes, yes. Dear sweet Merlin, this was good. He moaned slightly, bringing his arms around Harry's neck to return the embrace.
Then the sucking and licking ended abruptly and he heard Harry chuckle. It grew into hysterical laughter. Soon Harry was having a hard time breathing, he was laughing so hard. What the hell was going on?
"Oh....oh, Draco...." He said between laughs. This would have turned Draco on in the blink of an eye had Harry not been laughing like some crazy lunatic. As it was it was just weird and it made him feel uncomfortable.
"Oh, Draco.......I...I had this weird dream.....you were....this...wolf..." and he just couldn't seem to stop laughing. Oh, yes. Of course things would not go so easily. Harry thought he was dreaming? Well, that was a good thing, right? Harry thought it was a dream. He didn't know that the whole thing actually did happen. Draco was not even sure why it had happened. Suddenly he was just lying there, beside Harry and he was in his wolf form. Things like that had happened before. Not often but it had happened. There was always something that triggered such a thing. Like anger or hate. Some sort of strong emotion. Since he was a Malfoy he was not supposed to show strong emotions. That was why he didn't transform very often. It had only happened a few times before.
What he didn't understand was why he only transformed *after* they had had sex. If anything he should have transformed during the whole thing. But of course he had kept the emotions in check then. This was confusing.
"Draco?" he heard Potter's voice call his name and he returned to reality. He noticed that Potter had moved away a little. He wasn't holding him anymore and he was not laughing anymore. In fact he looked very serious. A little too serious for his liking. What had happened?
"It....this thing just now.......it was no dream.....was it?" the raven-haired boy's voice was calm but it was the sort of calmness that told you that any moment now something else would come. He was probably going to yell. Maybe cry. Something horrid like that. A shiver ran down Draco's back and he looked into Harry's eyes uncertainly. He shook his head slowly and looked at the floor, waiting for Harry's response.
Nothing happened. He couldn't hear shouting or crying. Nothing. There was silence and nothing else. He could hear his own heart going wild in his chest and he was sure the sound it made echoed in the silent room.
He lifted his eyes to look at Harry. The boy was just sitting there with a blank expression. He was looking at him, looking much like a statue. It was so unnerving. It was even more annoying than the shouts he expected. Why wasn't he saying anything? Why was he just sitting there?
"Would you care to explain....how.....what.....Could you just explain what the hell happened?" Harry asked then, sounding calm at first but it was very obvious that he was losing patience. Draco sighed. He did not want Harry to start screaming or anything. He understood now that this was bound to happen. He should have realized that and he should not have gotten involved with Potter in any way. Now he had to take the consequences.
"Well......umm....I guess you could say that I'm a wolf. Well, not a regular wolf. Not like the ones you find in the forest. I.....well....umm, I was made one." He was stammering! Damn the stupid brat and his stupid questions! He was still a Malfoy and he was not supposed to be stammering! What kind of 'morning after' was this anyway?!
"What? What do you mean you were 'made one'? Can't you at least give me a normal answer? Like, 'I'm an unauthorized animagus.' Or some other crap like that? Why am I always the one getting into situations like this? Why can't one thing be normal in my life? Why?" Harry was now screaming at the top of his voice and his cheeks were redder by the second. He looked like he was about to blow up any second. Perhaps drop down dead because of lack of air. But it didn't seem like he was about to stop screaming anytime soon.
"Why is it always me? Do the Gods have some kind of grudge against me or what? Wasn't it enough that Voldemort killed my parents so I had to live with my stupid relatives for eleven years? Nooooo! They just had to plot some more and kill Sirius too! Take the one person away that really was like a parent to me! And as if that wasn't enough, they had to make me become attracted to you! *YOU* of all people! The one that is supposed to be my sworn enemy! Why?! Can you answer me? Oh, but of course that wasn't enough for them either! Because I got over that! So they just had to make some freak out of you, have you stalk me in your wolf form, probably so you could have some fun laughing at me behind my back! Well I've had it! I'm not participating in this sick game anymore! I hope you are happy now!" he said that last bit, looking up at the ceiling, looking like he was talking to whatever creators that might be listening up there.
Draco was now feeling very uncomfortable with the whole situation. He had never seen Potter so upset. He was feeling guilty for some reason he didn't even want to think about right now. He felt like it was entirely his fault that Potter was standing here, shouting his head off. Well it was sort of his fault but that was beside the point. He should have never started this thing. One thing that was circling inside his mind was what Potter had said about him being a freak. That actually hurt pretty badly. He could not decide what to think about that. Whether he should be angry or sad.
"Y-you think I'm a freak?" he asked, looking at the floor, feeling lost. He didn't even care about his Malfoy pride too much. Otherwise he would not have let himself stutter for the second time that morning.
Harry seemed to freeze at that comment and most of his anger was gone in a split second. He was very confused. He had not meant to say that. He was just so frustrated with all the crazy things that had happened lately. This was just the last drop.
He stood there for what felt like an eternity, looking at Draco, who had now raised his head to look at him. He studied the other boy's eyes and what he found there confused him even more. He saw the remnants of his shattered mask. He saw the hurt and disappointment in his eyes. He also saw something he could not identify but somehow he knew it had to do with him. Something bitter started to grow in his chest and he really wished that he could just forget about all this and just.......Aw, to hell with it all! He really wanted to take the boy into his arms and just....forget.
But he couldn't. Not right now. He had to get away.
"I...I'm sorry.......I......I just.....I have to get out of here." He said, more to himself that to Draco.
Only now did he notice that he was still very naked and so was Draco. He blushed furiously and began to get dressed at a frantic pace. He felt Draco's eyes burn holes into his back, but he didn't turn around. He couldn't. He knew that if he did he would never get out of here. And he just had to get out!
Without even a glance at the blonde boy he ran for the painting and left the room as fast as possible.
Draco looked at him the whole time and even when the painting swung closed behind him, he kept looking at the spot where Harry disappeared. He almost expected the boy to turn around and tell him it was all a joke. But he left. Draco almost wished that the painting would open and Harry would run back inside, telling him he didn't mean any of this.
After Merlin only knows how much time, he sighed deeply and slowly slid to the floor. He buried his face in his hands and closed his eyes. He didn't cry though. After all pride forgotten or not, he still *had* some.
So this was the end of his little fun with Harry Potter. Well, at least he had something to tell the grandchildren. But right now it didn't feel funny at all. Actually, if he wanted to be totally honest with himself, and he didn't, he had to admit that this feeling wasn't very nice at all. He just wanted to lie down and sleep forever. Or at least until this feeling disappeared.
He got dressed and walked to his dorm. It was still pretty early and the rest of the school would not be back before dinner.
When he was in his dorm he went to take a shower. He really needed one after last night. Besides he just wanted to forget that the whole thing had happened. He wanted to remove all evidence from it. This was really not how he had imagined the 'morning after' to be.
He started to take off his trousers and threw them in a corner, not caring about being tidy. Then he got to his shirt and started to unbutton it. At least he would have, only the shirt didn't have any buttons. That was weird. He could clearly remember the way Potter unbuttoned his shirt last night. No, no! Bad image! But really, how did the buttons disappear?
He looked down at the shirt he was wearing. A red turtleneck. How the....?! This was Potter's shirt! No, no, no! This meant Potter must have taken his own shirt.
Suddenly he remembered last night again, when he conjured up a blanket from his shirt and covered them both. The charm must have ended when they were both awake. And since it probably was the nearest thing around Potter, he must have taken it.
He took off the shirt and tossed viciously into a corner. He did not want to think about it! He showered quickly, washing himself thoroughly, so every piece of evidence would disappear from his body. He scrubbed himself until his white skin was red. Only then did he get out of the shower and dried himself off.
Then he put on a pair of clean boxers and went to bed. He was so tired. He needed to sleep.
However he couldn't. He was wondering what Potter was doing right now. He got angry with himself for thinking about the stupid git and turned around so he could try and sleep on his other side. That didn't help either.
For two hours he tossed and turned like this. Finally he gave up and walked to the bathroom, absolutely furious and disgusted with himself for what he was about to do.
He picked up the red shirt and looked at it with a disgusted grimace. It was so ugly. Trust Potter not to have any fashion sense whatsoever. And what was with the stupid Gryffindor colour? Sure he himself wore a lot of green but so what? At least his clothes looked good on him. This was just. So ugly. He didn't understand how the hell Potter managed to look so damn sexy in this.
He scowled and left the bathroom. He crept into his bed again and snuggled into the covers, bringing the shirt close to his chest and inhaling the scent coming from it. Potter's scent. He didn't need much time and he was fast asleep.
~*~
Harry was running along the corridors, back to the Gryffindor Common Room. He had to run, otherwise he might have been stupid enough to turn around and run back to the Piano Room. Back to Malfoy. He had to run. And run he did.
Finally when door to his dorm swung closed behind him he let out a long breath. He had to be quiet. Seamus and Dean were sleeping in the same room and he did not want to wake them. He felt so very tired. He could barely keep his eyes open. He wanted to take a shower but he didn't have the powers to go to the bathroom.
He started undressing and when he got to his shirt he realized it wasn't his shirt. He was wearing a black button-down shirt. Why was he wearing this?
He groaned when realization hit him and took off the shirt as fast as he could. He did not want to think about Malfoy. He did not want to think about last night. He just wanted to sleep.
He crawled into the bed and closed the curtains around it. He snuggled into his covers and without even realizing it he clutched the black shirt close to his chest. Apparently he did take it off but forgot to actually toss it into the darkest corner as he had planned. Moments later he was asleep.
He woke up a few hours later because Seamus and Dean got up and even though the two tried to be as quiet as possible he still woke up.
He didn't want to let them know that he was awake. He wasn't ready to speak to anyone. He knew he wouldn't be able to be like usual. His odd behaviour would just lead to questions he really didn't want to answer right now.
Dean stuck his head in to see if Harry was still asleep but since Harry was seemingly still asleep he decided not to bother the boy. He and Seamus left for breakfast and Harry tried to get back to sleep, Draco's shirt still clutched against his chest.
When he woke up again it was to hushed voices. He opened his eyes, feeling very confused and sleepy still. When he heard his name he began to listen to the conversation.
"I don't know. He's been asleep all day. We didn't really want to bother him. I checked on him a few hours ago and he seemed all right. No fever or anything. I think he just might have exhausted himself somehow. Maybe he couldn't fall asleep or something." That was Dean's voice. He seemed a little worried.
"This is still way too weird. Even for Harry. Why would he sleep for a whole day?" Ron's voice. He too seemed to be worried. Had he really been out of it for so long? It must be around dinnertime. Since Ron and Hermione seemed to be back.
"How was he behaving before this? Did he seem distant or something? I mean more distant than usual." That one was unmistakably Hermione's voice. Worry evident in her voice too. But she tried to figure out what was going on with Harry.
"Actually, that's what makes us worried. He was normal. It was a little like getting some of the old Harry back. He was a lot more outgoing and he spent some time with us. That is why we are worried now. He woke up at the same time we did and we ate breakfast together and all. I don't understand why he wouldn't get up this morning. Dean checked on him this morning but he was still asleep and we didn't think much of it. We were certain he would be up by the time we got back but he was still asleep. And as Dean said, we didn't want to bother him, thinking that maybe he didn't want to be bothered." That was Seamus. He seemed worried just like the others but he also seemed a little guilty. Probably for not waking him. Though he was right. Harry would not have wanted to be woken.
Slowly, Harry sat up in his bed. No voices were coming and he felt a little guilty too for making his friends worry. Slowly he moved the curtains to the side and was greeted with the worried expressions of his friends.
He tried smiling at them but he failed. Partly because of lack of sleep and partly because he really didn't feel like smiling at all.
"Harry! How are you!" he heard Hermione's voice and not even a second later he felt her arms tighten around his neck. He hugged back a little but he felt that breathing was now very difficult.
"H-Hermione.......air...." he gasped as he tried to breathe. Hermione let go of him and sat down beside him on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Harry. It's just that I'm so happy to see you. Are you all right? Dean and Seamus told us that you have been sleeping all day. You're not sick are you?" she rambled and looked both happy and worried at the same time. She was happy to see Harry again.
Ron was now sitting on the bed too, greeting Harry with a smile, looking as worried as Hermione. Dean and Seamus left the room so the three of them would be able to have a little time for themselves.
"Don't worry, guys. I'm fine. I just couldn't sleep tonight and.....well I guess I slept a little longer than intended." Harry said, trying to look convincing but not rally succeeding, judging by the looks he got from both Ron and Hermione.
"Are you sure you're all right? You know that we are here for you if you need to talk about something." Ron said.
"I'm sure." The raven-haired boy answered, once again trying to look convincing. This time he seemed to succeed a little better since his friends dropped the subject and started to ask him about the holidays instead.
They talked for a while. Ron and Hermione told Harry about what they had been doing and that everyone missed him terribly. They tried to get Harry down to the Great Hall for dinner but Harry didn't want to go.
"Oh come on, Harry. I'm sure you haven't eaten all day. You need some food." His friends said. Harry really didn't want to go though. He didn't want to be near anybody and most of all. He didn't want to see Malfoy. He had successfully avoided thinking about him all day, thanks to the fact that he was sleeping. He really didn't want to ruin that now. Of course he didn't realize that he was till clutching the expensive shirt in his hands. Thankfully, Ron and Hermione hadn't noticed that.
Ron and Hermione kept insisting on him going to the Great Hall though. So finally he had to give in. He didn't feel hungry at all. Quite the contrary. He felt nauseous. Now everyone was back at Hogwarts. He didn't know which would be worse. A Hall full of people, chatting happily about Christmas or an almost empty Hall with all the silence he needed to think about whatever he wanted to. Or in this case whatever he didn't want to.
Apparently he didn't really have a choice in the matter though, he was quite certain he would be forced to think about the Malfoy-thing anyways. Even though he sat in a Hall full of happily chatting people.
While he got dressed he could not avoid thinking about Malfoy and Wolfie. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure why he behaved like that. He wasn't sure why he started to shout. It wasn't such a big deal after all. So Malfoy was a wolf. So what? It might have been fun to tease him abut that too, telling him he wasn't all that pure-blooded, like he wanted to let it on. He could imagine Malfoy's face at a comment like that. He would probably not live to see the next day.
This whole thing was just the last drop. He had gone through so much lately. He was just surprised and he wasn't sure how to react. He still didn't know what to think about this all. He should have asked for all the facts about this wolf-thingy, before he started shouting. As it was he didn't even know why Malfoy was a wolf. He had said he was made one. But Harry didn't understand why. For all he knew, this could have been some sort of plan on Malfoy's side. For all he knew he could have been working for Voldemort all along, trying to get information from him. Harry wasn't sure. He should have talked to Malfoy. But he was so angry. He still was.
Malfoy had taken his virginity and Harry was not unwilling. Far from it in fact. That alone was annoying enough. And it had to mean something. Even if it only meant they were lovers, trying to satisfy their lust. It meant something. Harry had never in his whole life experienced anything quite as intense as last night. It was amazing. He never knew what it felt like being so close to someone. He wanted it and he didn't regret it. He still didn't. Even though he was mad at Malfoy and he was all confused, he couldn't regret it. He wanted it. He wanted Malfoy, as disturbing as that might have sounded to him in the past.
Harry was now on his way down to the Common Room and he decided not to think about this anymore. Ron and Hermione were waiting for him and together they went to the Great Hall.
~*~
Blaise entered his dorm. He seemed to be the first one there. The others probably went to eat dinner right away. He wanted to see his pet first. He looked around in the darkness. The room seemed abandoned. He knew different though. He could smell Draco here. He was in his bed. Such a nice little coincidence. He smirked to himself as he approached the bed silently.
Slowly he moved the hangings to the side and looked down at the blonde beauty, lying there before him. How he had missed seeing him. He missed seeing his beautiful blonde hair. He missed his silver eyes. He missed that sexy body. He smiled and reached out his hand to ouch the boy's face.
As he did this a new scent entered his nostrils. A slightly familiar scent. One he knew he didn't like. He drew his hand back and looked around on the bed.
There it was. A red shirt, tightly clutched to *his* pet's chest! Someone would pay dearly for this. That shirt was not Draco's. He could smell it. That same scent was all over Draco. *His* Draco! He took a deep breath, analysing the offending scent.
Potter! It was Potter's scent. Potter had touched what was his. Again! This was only expected but it didn't make him any less angry. He could have screamed with fury now. He could have trashed the whole room, he could have woken Draco and show him how much he loved him. How much he needed him. That no one would *ever* be able to take him away from him again. Draco was his and his alone. No one had the right to touch him. Potter was going to pay dearly.
But not just yet. Right now he had to control himself. Or else the whole plan he had sacrificed his whole vacation, developing, would go straight down the drain. He didn't want that. He had worked this plan to perfection and he wasn't about to screw it all up because Draco was hugging Potter's shirt.
Quickly he regained his composure as best as he could and he let his fingertips touch the sleeping boy's face. Draco's eyes fluttered and he looked up at him drowsily. He rubbed his eyes with one hand; the other was still holding the disgusting shirt.
"Who......umm.....Blaise?" he asked, sounding so delicate. He was so beautiful like this. All confused and vulnerable. Blaise sat down on the bed and bent forward, brushing his lips against Draco's cheek.
"Yes, it's me my pet. Missed me?" he asked while he moved closer to Draco.
Draco looked a little frightened. He was back, Blaise was back. He knew he would be back but that didn't make it any better. He didn't like it one bit and he didn't like the way Blaise was touching him like he belonged to him and no one else. It was unfair how he could not decide for himself who he wanted. He didn't like it. He didn't like Blaise. He backed away from the touch and sat up in the bed.
The last person touching him in this way was Potter. That was all right. Potter was allowed to touch him like that. Because he wanted him to. He didn't want Blaise touching him. That was just wrong. Where was Potter? His mind was still clouded with sleep.
Oh, right. How could he have forgotten? Potter didn't want anything to do with him now. Now that he knew what he was. How unfair. Stupid git!
Blaise was not pleased with Draco's lack of response to his touch. The boy seemed if possible even more against the idea of Blaise touching him. It made him very angry. This was all Potter's fault. He would pay for this dearly. He promised himself that for the millionth time.
"Come on, Draco. Let's go to the Great Hall. It's dinnertime." He said as he rose to his feet and brushed off his clothes. Draco looked at him and nodded.
Slowly he got dressed, leaving Potter's shirt on his bed. Together they went to the Great Hall. Draco looked forward to seeing his friends. That would take his mind off Potter and perhaps he would even be able to get away from Blaise for a while. Though he was pretty sure that was only wishful thinking on his part.
Dinner went by smoothly and Draco deliberately sat down between Crabbe and Goyle to get away from Blaise. The dark haired boy didn't seem too happy about that but soon he got engaged in a conversation with Pansy.
Draco didn't eat very much, he talked a little to his friends and they told each other about their Christmases and the vacation, pointless things like that. After a while Draco rose to his feet and left the Great Hall. Not once during this time did he look to search out Potter. He was very proud of himself for that.
He barely got out through the door when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, dragging him backwards, into a firm chest. He gasped and tried to turn around but he didn't have to try too hard because the person turned him around roughly and pushed him up against a wall.
"Hello, my pet. You left without me. That was very insensitive of you. You are teasing me." Blaise said, his eyes flashing yellow.
Oh how Draco cursed himself now. He was so stupid, he should have been smarter that leaving without his friends. He was practically begging for this to happen. He swallowed and looked into Blaise's yellow eyes. He saw the hunger in those eyes and he felt the fear rise in him rapidly. He knew Blaise was mad. He was crazy for Merlin's sake! He wouldn't let his fear show though.
He didn't say a word. He didn't want to make Blaise even angrier. He didn't want to say what Blaise wanted to hear either. That would be beneath him.
"Say you missed me, Dragon." He purred as he licked his ear. Draco was so disgusted. He didn't want to say it. No way!
Blaise bit him in the ear, his hands were holding him still, the dark- haired boy's body pushed him up against the wall and held him there.
No! He didn't want this. Why didn't Blaise understand that? They were standing in a damn hallway! Anyone would be able to come out any minute and see them. Didn't Blaise care?
Apparently not, judging by the way he was now licking and biting his neck.
"Say it, Dragon!" his voice was now harsh and insistent. He let his sharpened teeth sink into his flesh and Draco moaned in pain.
Just then he heard a gasp and looked in the direction where it had come from.
Potter! He was standing there, looking shocked and frightened. Blaise didn't notice though. He kept on biting him and drinking his blood. Draco whimpered again, looking right into Harry's horror-struck eyes.
A/N: Well that's it for now. Sorry for being evil again. Don't hurt me. I am very happy that you liked the last chapter. This one took me over a week but that is because I have a lot of schoolwork lately and this will only get worse. I'm very sorry. I won't be able to update as often. I'll do my best though. I'll try to keep it at once every 10th day or so. Now push that attractive little button and review for goodness sake.
Oh, but before I go. There was a review that I think I need to answer. It was from Argo_801. So here it goes. Draco isn't sub in the Draco/Harry relationship because. Well I don't know really. Besides right now he is sub to Blaise. If you could say that. Urmm....my point here is.... I do know I had one......Sorry, I'm a little slow. So the thing is that right now Draco isn't even thinking about challenging Blaise in any way. I won't tell you whether he will or won't do such a thing in the future because that would be revealing how the story will be developing. I like to make you people suffer. ^^ So just be patient and wait for the rest. Everything will be explained. Hopefully. Thank you for reading! Don't forget to review! I LOVE reviews. And thank you people for all the candy and cakes that I'm getting. I love sweet stuff!
Warning: DH slash. Obviously. Some BD too. And this one I always forget; OotP spoilers.
A/N: *comes out of her safe little corner* Hi everyone! Wow! The positive response to that last chapter was absolutely amazing! I was all giddy and so happy! I think my friends and family hate me now. All I could talk about for two days was my wonderful reviews! I kept showing them to my brother, who was absolutely disgusted with my writing. Well, I can't really blame him. He *is* a guy. And guys don't usually like this kind of stories. The poor thing tries to cope. *pats her brothers head* Nevertheless, he was happy for me. That is all that counts. And I was ecstatic! Thank you all! I was blushing like an idiot every time I read your reviews! Now I don't feel all that bad about the sex scene either. Though I can't read it. I read it once after I wrote it and I was blushing like an idiot and I could not believe I wrote something like that. Now don't get me wrong. I *have* read sex scenes between Draco and Harry before but it's so different when you read your own writing. Oh well. I won't bother you with my stupid rant now. Here is the next chapter!
Chapter 14:
Harry could not believe his eyes. He watched, frozen with horror, as the wolf opened its eyes and turned to him, looking very sleepy.
Those eyes! Harry's heart was beating fast and he could hardly breathe. What was going on? What was this supposed to mean? Why was Wolfie here? Where was Draco? Why did Wolfie have eyes exactly like Draco's? What the *hell* was going on?
Millions and millions of questions flooded his mind and he just wanted to stand up and demand an answer but he knew that even if tried to stand, he would just fall again.
The wolf was now very awake and it stood up quickly and backed away from him. The silver eyes were wide with horror and it didn't seem to know what to do. Harry wanted an answer. He wanted it *now*. He wanted to run and hide. He wanted to stay and demand an answer but how could a wolf give him any answers? He wanted to know where Draco was.
Slowly Wolfie seemed to get over the horrid shock and for a while the white wolf just stood in front of him, seemingly waiting for Harry's reaction. When it didn't come it started to move towards him. It moved very slowly. One step at the time and it stopped from time to time to make sure Harry wouldn't start screaming or something terrible like that.
Harry was just standing there, his eyes looked wild and he looked on as the wolf slowly walked up to him. This was not happening. He was dreaming. Yes, that must be it. Things like this didn't happen. No, no, no. No way. This was just way too weird. This was a dream. A very strange kind of dream. The kind of dream you can't decide whether it's a nightmare or just a very weird dream. Yes, definitely a dream. Why would something like this happen to him anyway?
As Wolfie reached him he sank down to his knees and reached out a hand to him. He didn't even notice that he was shaking. He felt cold and hot at the same time. Why? What a strange feeling.
As his fingertips made contact with the wolf's white fur he jumped slightly and drew back his hand like he had just burned it. He moved back until his back hit the wall and he drew his knees up in front of him.
"No.......no, no, no....." he whispered over and over again. This was real. No! It could not be real. Why was Wolfie here? Why was he looking at him with Draco's eyes? Draco's eyes.......Where was Draco?
"Draco?" he whispered, more to himself than anyone. Why wasn't Draco here? He wanted Draco to be here and tell him that everything was all right that.....that.....What did he want to hear from Draco?
No, it didn't matter what Draco said. He just had to be there. And Wolfie.....Wolfie was supposed to be outside by the lake. Yes. Because that was where Wolfie belonged. Not here. In a room. In the same room where he and Draco had......had spent the night.
Suddenly the wolf in front of him started to change. He watched, his eyes wide with surprise and horror as the face slowly turned from a wolf's face into a human face. The white fur was replaced with milky, white skin and the body changed too. There was no tail anymore, no ears. No more fur. Just milky skin and blonde, silky hair on the head. And those eyes. The same eyes. Draco's eyes. They were all Draco's. The eyes, the hair he loved so much, the lips, the body. All Draco's. It was Draco. There was no Wolfie any more. There was only Draco.
"Draco..." he whispered the name as the other boy crawled closer to him. They didn't touch though. Draco was looking at him intently. His eyes looked so vulnerable. No more malice, no more arrogance, no more shields. Just honest fear.
Harry reached up to stroke his cheeks. He didn't even realize he was doing it until he felt the soft skin under his fingertips. It was real. It was really Draco. The boy was really standing in front of him. Draco.....
"Draco......Draco..." he repeated while he moved closer to embrace the other boy. He took him in his arms and ran his hands through the silky hair and down his back. He loved the feeling of the boy's skin. He inhaled his scent. There was something strong and unfamiliar about it. Though it was pleasant in a way. He knew it was the scent of last night's activities and it made him relax a little. He kissed the boy's shoulder and tightened his embrace around him.
Draco was absolutely buffed with surprise. Harry was holding him? He was kissing his shoulder? Even after what he had seen- didn't the boy have any questions? Didn't he want to know what was going on? Potter must have lost it. Mmm, but damn that was good. He was now sucking gently on his neck and nibbling the flesh. Yes, yes, yes. Dear sweet Merlin, this was good. He moaned slightly, bringing his arms around Harry's neck to return the embrace.
Then the sucking and licking ended abruptly and he heard Harry chuckle. It grew into hysterical laughter. Soon Harry was having a hard time breathing, he was laughing so hard. What the hell was going on?
"Oh....oh, Draco...." He said between laughs. This would have turned Draco on in the blink of an eye had Harry not been laughing like some crazy lunatic. As it was it was just weird and it made him feel uncomfortable.
"Oh, Draco.......I...I had this weird dream.....you were....this...wolf..." and he just couldn't seem to stop laughing. Oh, yes. Of course things would not go so easily. Harry thought he was dreaming? Well, that was a good thing, right? Harry thought it was a dream. He didn't know that the whole thing actually did happen. Draco was not even sure why it had happened. Suddenly he was just lying there, beside Harry and he was in his wolf form. Things like that had happened before. Not often but it had happened. There was always something that triggered such a thing. Like anger or hate. Some sort of strong emotion. Since he was a Malfoy he was not supposed to show strong emotions. That was why he didn't transform very often. It had only happened a few times before.
What he didn't understand was why he only transformed *after* they had had sex. If anything he should have transformed during the whole thing. But of course he had kept the emotions in check then. This was confusing.
"Draco?" he heard Potter's voice call his name and he returned to reality. He noticed that Potter had moved away a little. He wasn't holding him anymore and he was not laughing anymore. In fact he looked very serious. A little too serious for his liking. What had happened?
"It....this thing just now.......it was no dream.....was it?" the raven-haired boy's voice was calm but it was the sort of calmness that told you that any moment now something else would come. He was probably going to yell. Maybe cry. Something horrid like that. A shiver ran down Draco's back and he looked into Harry's eyes uncertainly. He shook his head slowly and looked at the floor, waiting for Harry's response.
Nothing happened. He couldn't hear shouting or crying. Nothing. There was silence and nothing else. He could hear his own heart going wild in his chest and he was sure the sound it made echoed in the silent room.
He lifted his eyes to look at Harry. The boy was just sitting there with a blank expression. He was looking at him, looking much like a statue. It was so unnerving. It was even more annoying than the shouts he expected. Why wasn't he saying anything? Why was he just sitting there?
"Would you care to explain....how.....what.....Could you just explain what the hell happened?" Harry asked then, sounding calm at first but it was very obvious that he was losing patience. Draco sighed. He did not want Harry to start screaming or anything. He understood now that this was bound to happen. He should have realized that and he should not have gotten involved with Potter in any way. Now he had to take the consequences.
"Well......umm....I guess you could say that I'm a wolf. Well, not a regular wolf. Not like the ones you find in the forest. I.....well....umm, I was made one." He was stammering! Damn the stupid brat and his stupid questions! He was still a Malfoy and he was not supposed to be stammering! What kind of 'morning after' was this anyway?!
"What? What do you mean you were 'made one'? Can't you at least give me a normal answer? Like, 'I'm an unauthorized animagus.' Or some other crap like that? Why am I always the one getting into situations like this? Why can't one thing be normal in my life? Why?" Harry was now screaming at the top of his voice and his cheeks were redder by the second. He looked like he was about to blow up any second. Perhaps drop down dead because of lack of air. But it didn't seem like he was about to stop screaming anytime soon.
"Why is it always me? Do the Gods have some kind of grudge against me or what? Wasn't it enough that Voldemort killed my parents so I had to live with my stupid relatives for eleven years? Nooooo! They just had to plot some more and kill Sirius too! Take the one person away that really was like a parent to me! And as if that wasn't enough, they had to make me become attracted to you! *YOU* of all people! The one that is supposed to be my sworn enemy! Why?! Can you answer me? Oh, but of course that wasn't enough for them either! Because I got over that! So they just had to make some freak out of you, have you stalk me in your wolf form, probably so you could have some fun laughing at me behind my back! Well I've had it! I'm not participating in this sick game anymore! I hope you are happy now!" he said that last bit, looking up at the ceiling, looking like he was talking to whatever creators that might be listening up there.
Draco was now feeling very uncomfortable with the whole situation. He had never seen Potter so upset. He was feeling guilty for some reason he didn't even want to think about right now. He felt like it was entirely his fault that Potter was standing here, shouting his head off. Well it was sort of his fault but that was beside the point. He should have never started this thing. One thing that was circling inside his mind was what Potter had said about him being a freak. That actually hurt pretty badly. He could not decide what to think about that. Whether he should be angry or sad.
"Y-you think I'm a freak?" he asked, looking at the floor, feeling lost. He didn't even care about his Malfoy pride too much. Otherwise he would not have let himself stutter for the second time that morning.
Harry seemed to freeze at that comment and most of his anger was gone in a split second. He was very confused. He had not meant to say that. He was just so frustrated with all the crazy things that had happened lately. This was just the last drop.
He stood there for what felt like an eternity, looking at Draco, who had now raised his head to look at him. He studied the other boy's eyes and what he found there confused him even more. He saw the remnants of his shattered mask. He saw the hurt and disappointment in his eyes. He also saw something he could not identify but somehow he knew it had to do with him. Something bitter started to grow in his chest and he really wished that he could just forget about all this and just.......Aw, to hell with it all! He really wanted to take the boy into his arms and just....forget.
But he couldn't. Not right now. He had to get away.
"I...I'm sorry.......I......I just.....I have to get out of here." He said, more to himself that to Draco.
Only now did he notice that he was still very naked and so was Draco. He blushed furiously and began to get dressed at a frantic pace. He felt Draco's eyes burn holes into his back, but he didn't turn around. He couldn't. He knew that if he did he would never get out of here. And he just had to get out!
Without even a glance at the blonde boy he ran for the painting and left the room as fast as possible.
Draco looked at him the whole time and even when the painting swung closed behind him, he kept looking at the spot where Harry disappeared. He almost expected the boy to turn around and tell him it was all a joke. But he left. Draco almost wished that the painting would open and Harry would run back inside, telling him he didn't mean any of this.
After Merlin only knows how much time, he sighed deeply and slowly slid to the floor. He buried his face in his hands and closed his eyes. He didn't cry though. After all pride forgotten or not, he still *had* some.
So this was the end of his little fun with Harry Potter. Well, at least he had something to tell the grandchildren. But right now it didn't feel funny at all. Actually, if he wanted to be totally honest with himself, and he didn't, he had to admit that this feeling wasn't very nice at all. He just wanted to lie down and sleep forever. Or at least until this feeling disappeared.
He got dressed and walked to his dorm. It was still pretty early and the rest of the school would not be back before dinner.
When he was in his dorm he went to take a shower. He really needed one after last night. Besides he just wanted to forget that the whole thing had happened. He wanted to remove all evidence from it. This was really not how he had imagined the 'morning after' to be.
He started to take off his trousers and threw them in a corner, not caring about being tidy. Then he got to his shirt and started to unbutton it. At least he would have, only the shirt didn't have any buttons. That was weird. He could clearly remember the way Potter unbuttoned his shirt last night. No, no! Bad image! But really, how did the buttons disappear?
He looked down at the shirt he was wearing. A red turtleneck. How the....?! This was Potter's shirt! No, no, no! This meant Potter must have taken his own shirt.
Suddenly he remembered last night again, when he conjured up a blanket from his shirt and covered them both. The charm must have ended when they were both awake. And since it probably was the nearest thing around Potter, he must have taken it.
He took off the shirt and tossed viciously into a corner. He did not want to think about it! He showered quickly, washing himself thoroughly, so every piece of evidence would disappear from his body. He scrubbed himself until his white skin was red. Only then did he get out of the shower and dried himself off.
Then he put on a pair of clean boxers and went to bed. He was so tired. He needed to sleep.
However he couldn't. He was wondering what Potter was doing right now. He got angry with himself for thinking about the stupid git and turned around so he could try and sleep on his other side. That didn't help either.
For two hours he tossed and turned like this. Finally he gave up and walked to the bathroom, absolutely furious and disgusted with himself for what he was about to do.
He picked up the red shirt and looked at it with a disgusted grimace. It was so ugly. Trust Potter not to have any fashion sense whatsoever. And what was with the stupid Gryffindor colour? Sure he himself wore a lot of green but so what? At least his clothes looked good on him. This was just. So ugly. He didn't understand how the hell Potter managed to look so damn sexy in this.
He scowled and left the bathroom. He crept into his bed again and snuggled into the covers, bringing the shirt close to his chest and inhaling the scent coming from it. Potter's scent. He didn't need much time and he was fast asleep.
~*~
Harry was running along the corridors, back to the Gryffindor Common Room. He had to run, otherwise he might have been stupid enough to turn around and run back to the Piano Room. Back to Malfoy. He had to run. And run he did.
Finally when door to his dorm swung closed behind him he let out a long breath. He had to be quiet. Seamus and Dean were sleeping in the same room and he did not want to wake them. He felt so very tired. He could barely keep his eyes open. He wanted to take a shower but he didn't have the powers to go to the bathroom.
He started undressing and when he got to his shirt he realized it wasn't his shirt. He was wearing a black button-down shirt. Why was he wearing this?
He groaned when realization hit him and took off the shirt as fast as he could. He did not want to think about Malfoy. He did not want to think about last night. He just wanted to sleep.
He crawled into the bed and closed the curtains around it. He snuggled into his covers and without even realizing it he clutched the black shirt close to his chest. Apparently he did take it off but forgot to actually toss it into the darkest corner as he had planned. Moments later he was asleep.
He woke up a few hours later because Seamus and Dean got up and even though the two tried to be as quiet as possible he still woke up.
He didn't want to let them know that he was awake. He wasn't ready to speak to anyone. He knew he wouldn't be able to be like usual. His odd behaviour would just lead to questions he really didn't want to answer right now.
Dean stuck his head in to see if Harry was still asleep but since Harry was seemingly still asleep he decided not to bother the boy. He and Seamus left for breakfast and Harry tried to get back to sleep, Draco's shirt still clutched against his chest.
When he woke up again it was to hushed voices. He opened his eyes, feeling very confused and sleepy still. When he heard his name he began to listen to the conversation.
"I don't know. He's been asleep all day. We didn't really want to bother him. I checked on him a few hours ago and he seemed all right. No fever or anything. I think he just might have exhausted himself somehow. Maybe he couldn't fall asleep or something." That was Dean's voice. He seemed a little worried.
"This is still way too weird. Even for Harry. Why would he sleep for a whole day?" Ron's voice. He too seemed to be worried. Had he really been out of it for so long? It must be around dinnertime. Since Ron and Hermione seemed to be back.
"How was he behaving before this? Did he seem distant or something? I mean more distant than usual." That one was unmistakably Hermione's voice. Worry evident in her voice too. But she tried to figure out what was going on with Harry.
"Actually, that's what makes us worried. He was normal. It was a little like getting some of the old Harry back. He was a lot more outgoing and he spent some time with us. That is why we are worried now. He woke up at the same time we did and we ate breakfast together and all. I don't understand why he wouldn't get up this morning. Dean checked on him this morning but he was still asleep and we didn't think much of it. We were certain he would be up by the time we got back but he was still asleep. And as Dean said, we didn't want to bother him, thinking that maybe he didn't want to be bothered." That was Seamus. He seemed worried just like the others but he also seemed a little guilty. Probably for not waking him. Though he was right. Harry would not have wanted to be woken.
Slowly, Harry sat up in his bed. No voices were coming and he felt a little guilty too for making his friends worry. Slowly he moved the curtains to the side and was greeted with the worried expressions of his friends.
He tried smiling at them but he failed. Partly because of lack of sleep and partly because he really didn't feel like smiling at all.
"Harry! How are you!" he heard Hermione's voice and not even a second later he felt her arms tighten around his neck. He hugged back a little but he felt that breathing was now very difficult.
"H-Hermione.......air...." he gasped as he tried to breathe. Hermione let go of him and sat down beside him on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Harry. It's just that I'm so happy to see you. Are you all right? Dean and Seamus told us that you have been sleeping all day. You're not sick are you?" she rambled and looked both happy and worried at the same time. She was happy to see Harry again.
Ron was now sitting on the bed too, greeting Harry with a smile, looking as worried as Hermione. Dean and Seamus left the room so the three of them would be able to have a little time for themselves.
"Don't worry, guys. I'm fine. I just couldn't sleep tonight and.....well I guess I slept a little longer than intended." Harry said, trying to look convincing but not rally succeeding, judging by the looks he got from both Ron and Hermione.
"Are you sure you're all right? You know that we are here for you if you need to talk about something." Ron said.
"I'm sure." The raven-haired boy answered, once again trying to look convincing. This time he seemed to succeed a little better since his friends dropped the subject and started to ask him about the holidays instead.
They talked for a while. Ron and Hermione told Harry about what they had been doing and that everyone missed him terribly. They tried to get Harry down to the Great Hall for dinner but Harry didn't want to go.
"Oh come on, Harry. I'm sure you haven't eaten all day. You need some food." His friends said. Harry really didn't want to go though. He didn't want to be near anybody and most of all. He didn't want to see Malfoy. He had successfully avoided thinking about him all day, thanks to the fact that he was sleeping. He really didn't want to ruin that now. Of course he didn't realize that he was till clutching the expensive shirt in his hands. Thankfully, Ron and Hermione hadn't noticed that.
Ron and Hermione kept insisting on him going to the Great Hall though. So finally he had to give in. He didn't feel hungry at all. Quite the contrary. He felt nauseous. Now everyone was back at Hogwarts. He didn't know which would be worse. A Hall full of people, chatting happily about Christmas or an almost empty Hall with all the silence he needed to think about whatever he wanted to. Or in this case whatever he didn't want to.
Apparently he didn't really have a choice in the matter though, he was quite certain he would be forced to think about the Malfoy-thing anyways. Even though he sat in a Hall full of happily chatting people.
While he got dressed he could not avoid thinking about Malfoy and Wolfie. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure why he behaved like that. He wasn't sure why he started to shout. It wasn't such a big deal after all. So Malfoy was a wolf. So what? It might have been fun to tease him abut that too, telling him he wasn't all that pure-blooded, like he wanted to let it on. He could imagine Malfoy's face at a comment like that. He would probably not live to see the next day.
This whole thing was just the last drop. He had gone through so much lately. He was just surprised and he wasn't sure how to react. He still didn't know what to think about this all. He should have asked for all the facts about this wolf-thingy, before he started shouting. As it was he didn't even know why Malfoy was a wolf. He had said he was made one. But Harry didn't understand why. For all he knew, this could have been some sort of plan on Malfoy's side. For all he knew he could have been working for Voldemort all along, trying to get information from him. Harry wasn't sure. He should have talked to Malfoy. But he was so angry. He still was.
Malfoy had taken his virginity and Harry was not unwilling. Far from it in fact. That alone was annoying enough. And it had to mean something. Even if it only meant they were lovers, trying to satisfy their lust. It meant something. Harry had never in his whole life experienced anything quite as intense as last night. It was amazing. He never knew what it felt like being so close to someone. He wanted it and he didn't regret it. He still didn't. Even though he was mad at Malfoy and he was all confused, he couldn't regret it. He wanted it. He wanted Malfoy, as disturbing as that might have sounded to him in the past.
Harry was now on his way down to the Common Room and he decided not to think about this anymore. Ron and Hermione were waiting for him and together they went to the Great Hall.
~*~
Blaise entered his dorm. He seemed to be the first one there. The others probably went to eat dinner right away. He wanted to see his pet first. He looked around in the darkness. The room seemed abandoned. He knew different though. He could smell Draco here. He was in his bed. Such a nice little coincidence. He smirked to himself as he approached the bed silently.
Slowly he moved the hangings to the side and looked down at the blonde beauty, lying there before him. How he had missed seeing him. He missed seeing his beautiful blonde hair. He missed his silver eyes. He missed that sexy body. He smiled and reached out his hand to ouch the boy's face.
As he did this a new scent entered his nostrils. A slightly familiar scent. One he knew he didn't like. He drew his hand back and looked around on the bed.
There it was. A red shirt, tightly clutched to *his* pet's chest! Someone would pay dearly for this. That shirt was not Draco's. He could smell it. That same scent was all over Draco. *His* Draco! He took a deep breath, analysing the offending scent.
Potter! It was Potter's scent. Potter had touched what was his. Again! This was only expected but it didn't make him any less angry. He could have screamed with fury now. He could have trashed the whole room, he could have woken Draco and show him how much he loved him. How much he needed him. That no one would *ever* be able to take him away from him again. Draco was his and his alone. No one had the right to touch him. Potter was going to pay dearly.
But not just yet. Right now he had to control himself. Or else the whole plan he had sacrificed his whole vacation, developing, would go straight down the drain. He didn't want that. He had worked this plan to perfection and he wasn't about to screw it all up because Draco was hugging Potter's shirt.
Quickly he regained his composure as best as he could and he let his fingertips touch the sleeping boy's face. Draco's eyes fluttered and he looked up at him drowsily. He rubbed his eyes with one hand; the other was still holding the disgusting shirt.
"Who......umm.....Blaise?" he asked, sounding so delicate. He was so beautiful like this. All confused and vulnerable. Blaise sat down on the bed and bent forward, brushing his lips against Draco's cheek.
"Yes, it's me my pet. Missed me?" he asked while he moved closer to Draco.
Draco looked a little frightened. He was back, Blaise was back. He knew he would be back but that didn't make it any better. He didn't like it one bit and he didn't like the way Blaise was touching him like he belonged to him and no one else. It was unfair how he could not decide for himself who he wanted. He didn't like it. He didn't like Blaise. He backed away from the touch and sat up in the bed.
The last person touching him in this way was Potter. That was all right. Potter was allowed to touch him like that. Because he wanted him to. He didn't want Blaise touching him. That was just wrong. Where was Potter? His mind was still clouded with sleep.
Oh, right. How could he have forgotten? Potter didn't want anything to do with him now. Now that he knew what he was. How unfair. Stupid git!
Blaise was not pleased with Draco's lack of response to his touch. The boy seemed if possible even more against the idea of Blaise touching him. It made him very angry. This was all Potter's fault. He would pay for this dearly. He promised himself that for the millionth time.
"Come on, Draco. Let's go to the Great Hall. It's dinnertime." He said as he rose to his feet and brushed off his clothes. Draco looked at him and nodded.
Slowly he got dressed, leaving Potter's shirt on his bed. Together they went to the Great Hall. Draco looked forward to seeing his friends. That would take his mind off Potter and perhaps he would even be able to get away from Blaise for a while. Though he was pretty sure that was only wishful thinking on his part.
Dinner went by smoothly and Draco deliberately sat down between Crabbe and Goyle to get away from Blaise. The dark haired boy didn't seem too happy about that but soon he got engaged in a conversation with Pansy.
Draco didn't eat very much, he talked a little to his friends and they told each other about their Christmases and the vacation, pointless things like that. After a while Draco rose to his feet and left the Great Hall. Not once during this time did he look to search out Potter. He was very proud of himself for that.
He barely got out through the door when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, dragging him backwards, into a firm chest. He gasped and tried to turn around but he didn't have to try too hard because the person turned him around roughly and pushed him up against a wall.
"Hello, my pet. You left without me. That was very insensitive of you. You are teasing me." Blaise said, his eyes flashing yellow.
Oh how Draco cursed himself now. He was so stupid, he should have been smarter that leaving without his friends. He was practically begging for this to happen. He swallowed and looked into Blaise's yellow eyes. He saw the hunger in those eyes and he felt the fear rise in him rapidly. He knew Blaise was mad. He was crazy for Merlin's sake! He wouldn't let his fear show though.
He didn't say a word. He didn't want to make Blaise even angrier. He didn't want to say what Blaise wanted to hear either. That would be beneath him.
"Say you missed me, Dragon." He purred as he licked his ear. Draco was so disgusted. He didn't want to say it. No way!
Blaise bit him in the ear, his hands were holding him still, the dark- haired boy's body pushed him up against the wall and held him there.
No! He didn't want this. Why didn't Blaise understand that? They were standing in a damn hallway! Anyone would be able to come out any minute and see them. Didn't Blaise care?
Apparently not, judging by the way he was now licking and biting his neck.
"Say it, Dragon!" his voice was now harsh and insistent. He let his sharpened teeth sink into his flesh and Draco moaned in pain.
Just then he heard a gasp and looked in the direction where it had come from.
Potter! He was standing there, looking shocked and frightened. Blaise didn't notice though. He kept on biting him and drinking his blood. Draco whimpered again, looking right into Harry's horror-struck eyes.
A/N: Well that's it for now. Sorry for being evil again. Don't hurt me. I am very happy that you liked the last chapter. This one took me over a week but that is because I have a lot of schoolwork lately and this will only get worse. I'm very sorry. I won't be able to update as often. I'll do my best though. I'll try to keep it at once every 10th day or so. Now push that attractive little button and review for goodness sake.
Oh, but before I go. There was a review that I think I need to answer. It was from Argo_801. So here it goes. Draco isn't sub in the Draco/Harry relationship because. Well I don't know really. Besides right now he is sub to Blaise. If you could say that. Urmm....my point here is.... I do know I had one......Sorry, I'm a little slow. So the thing is that right now Draco isn't even thinking about challenging Blaise in any way. I won't tell you whether he will or won't do such a thing in the future because that would be revealing how the story will be developing. I like to make you people suffer. ^^ So just be patient and wait for the rest. Everything will be explained. Hopefully. Thank you for reading! Don't forget to review! I LOVE reviews. And thank you people for all the candy and cakes that I'm getting. I love sweet stuff!