Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't sue!
Warning: DH slash, some BD slash and all the usual stuff.
A/N: It has come to my attention that people *really* don't like the fact that Blaise has the upper hand on Draco. Well, I guess I can't help it. I don't like it either but that is how I planned this story, for Draco to be submissive to Blaise. Even though he doesn't want to. The reason for this being, that he now has low self-confidence when it comes to Blaise and the fact that he lost against him all those years ago. Plus, there are also rules inside their little community. Blaise *is* their leader. Draco may be the Slytherin prince and all that; it doesn't matter in comparison to the fact that Blaise is the leader of their pack. I thought I was clear when I explained that in the story and I'm very sorry if I wasn't. I'm sorry if you people don't like it. I changed my idea a little because of the complaints but not too much. I can't really turn the whole plotline around because of a few complaints, it wouldn't work out fine. So those of you who decide that you don't like my story and won't keep reading it because of the Blaise thingy.... I can't stop you I guess. Thank you for reading so far anyway. Now on with the story.
Chapter 15:
Harry was standing in the doorway to the Great Hall with his mouth slightly open. His eyes were wide with shock at the sight that was Draco Malfoy being ravished by Blaise Zabini. Was this really happening? After everything he had already gotten through?
He couldn't decide on what he was feeling at first. It was like a dream. He didn't even know if it was a good one or a bad one.
Draco was pushed up against a wall by Zabini and the dark haired boy was biting his neck. By the looks of it he was biting pretty hard too. There were mall traces of blood on Draco's neck. Right where his own markings were from the night before.
That made him feel something. He felt light-headed and the world was disappearing only to become white. Why was this happening? Why was Blaise calling Draco "Dragon"? Why was he telling him to say that he missed him? What right did he have?
Draco's eyes met his own in that second and he heard the boy whimper before he closed those eyes.
Why was he letting Blaise do that to him? Harry didn't understand. He was nailed to the spot and he didn't know how to react. All he knew was the bitter taste in his mouth and the tears that clouded his vision so he couldn't see the scene before him any longer.
He turned around and ran away. He couldn't stand it anymore. He ran through corridors he had never seen and he didn't really see them now either. His tears were falling uncontrollably and he didn't even notice. He didn't hear his sobs or anything else.
All he could see was Blaise biting and sucking on Draco's neck, on the same neck he had marked. And all he heard was Draco's little whimper.
He didn't understand why but it just hurt him so much he couldn't stand it. The fact that Draco was letting that slimy bastard do that to him. Because why would he let Blaise do that to him unless he wanted it?
Harry sat down in the middle of a dark and abandoned corridor and buried his face in his hands. Now he was aware of the fact that he was crying but he didn't care.
He felt so cheated. So abandoned and so used. He didn't understand these feelings. Why was he feeling like this? Malfoy was his rival. The fact that they had shared a few tender moments did not change any of that. He didn't even want anything to change. It was all just passion between them. No love. Of course Draco had others on the side. Why wouldn't he?
He was good-looking, sexy, even charming in a very twisted way. He was one hell of a kisser he knew exactly what he wanted and he knew exactly how to please a guy. He was cold and so hot at the same time. He was everything Harry wasn't and everything he.....
"Everything I what?" Harry asked himself silently. Though the answer was already clear in his head.
Draco was everything he wanted to have. He knew things about him he was sure no one else knew. These things were not things one would know by asking a person. Not things like what his middle name was. He might not know what kind of hair colour his father's cousin's children had or what his room looked like.
He knew more important things. Things like how gentle he could be with you when you were uncertain. He was sure Draco had never been like that with anyone else but him. He hoped. He didn't want the boy to be like that with anyone. He didn't understand why he was being so selfish and childishly possessive over Draco. He knew they weren't more than lovers. It was all about mutual need, mutual sexual frustration. Nothing more.
Harry now realized that, somewhere along the way some other needs than just the sexual one were satisfied while he was with Draco. The need of having someone close to you and show you tenderness and..... love. Just be there for you with open arms and take you in.
Losing that now was what felt so bad. It hurt the most. That was the feeling that made him angry because he knew what it was and let himself be deluded into thinking that it was something more.
He was mad at Draco too for doing this him. This was his fault after all. Why did he let things go this far when he was Blaise? Why did he let that sleazy bastard touch him? Was Harry so bad? Draco seemed to be dominated by Blaise. Was that what Draco wanted? Being dominated by someone? Harry didn't have much experience but he could do that if Draco wanted that.
Why did everything have to be so damn messed up? He didn't know wrong from right anymore. He didn't know what to think of this whole situation. He knew he was being so silly for even thinking about thinking of this at all.
"Thinking about thinking of....what? Now I'm confusing myself." Harry thought to himself as he dried his tears.
He decided that crying wasn't going to solve anything. It was just silly and he would not think about Draco ever again. Well, at least not until he was going to have to see him in class or in the Great Hall.
So Draco had more lovers than him. So what? It didn't matter. He should have known. Though he wasn't going to be one of many. It was fun while it lasted but now it was over.
He rose to his feet and started trying to find his way back to Gryffindor Tower, the rule about not thinking about Draco long forgotten as he planned how he would show the bastard that he was dominant and how he would chop Blaise's nuts into tiny pieces and feed them to hungry pixies.
Finally he made it back to Gryffindor Tower and he was surprised that it wasn't as difficult as he had thought it would be. He walked up the stairs to his dorm. He was muttering all kinds of strange things and he didn't even notice Ron and Hermione sitting on a couch, looking at him worriedly.
He was just confused and he really had to be alone. By now his mood had probably changed fifty times from angry to sad to depressed and then back to angry and confused and just round and round in circles on an emotional rollercoaster.
He decided that the best thing would be if he just went to bed early. Maybe he would be able to sleep. He doubted though. And he was right.
~*~
When Draco opened his eyes again, Potter was already gone. Blaise had not even noticed that Potter was there. He just kept licking the wound he had created with his teeth.
Draco felt like throwing up and the fact that Potter had left without so much as a word made him angry somehow. The last he saw before he had closed his eyes were the green pools of Potter's eyes. They looked so sad. This only served for Draco's anger to grow even more and the disgusting feeling of Blaise's tongue, digging its way into the wound did not help one bit. He just wanted Blaise to stop. He wanted to run after Harry and tell him.... tell him....something. Anything. He just needed to see him and tell him that.... Well, he would come up with something to say once he was there.
By now he was so frustrated with anger and the need to get the slimy, disgusting and intruding tongue from his neck.
"Come on Dragon, tell me you missed me." He heard Blaise's sickly sweet voice.
That was the last drop. He put his hands on the other boy's chest and pushed as hard as he could. This resulted in Blaise falling on his back with a loud thud. Draco saw his chance and started running in the direction he saw Harry leave.
But not before he turned around and shouted loudly at the surprised boy.
"I don't like you that way Blaise! I never have and I never will! I'm not your mate! You don't even want me to be your damn mate. You just want a toy to play with! Well I won't be your damn toy! Find someone else!" he turned and started running again.
He ran for what seemed like hours, trying to find Harry but he couldn't. Harry had disappeared. There was nothing he could do about it. Somehow he knew that if he didn't find Harry as soon as possible then there was no way he would be able to get out of this mess. Whatever it was. He just knew that whatever Harry thought was going on between him and Blaise was not a good thing and it would surely result in the goody-goody little Gryffindor to break their little liaison off. He knew that he didn't want that. Why he didn't want it was an entirely different question and he wasn't ready to answer it.
However he could not find Harry and finally he was so exhausted he just had to sit down. He was sure he had been searching for hours now, not stopping once.
He sat down in a corner and breathed heavily. He leaned his head back against a wall and closed his eyes.
It was over. If he could just find Harry and talk to him. But Harry didn't seem to want to be found. He was sure that even if Harry would want to be found, he wouldn't want *him* to be the one to find him. That kind of hurt.
Maybe he would be able talk to him tomorrow. They had potions together after all. And they had meals together too in the Great Hall. This was not his last chance.
~*~
The day passed slowly. The sky was grey and the sun didn't show. It didn't snow anymore and the wind was blowing hard. The days were very short and the nights were darker than before. No one in their right mind would want to be outside in that kind of creepy weather.
No one except Draco Malfoy.
He was sitting in a tree by the lake for a change. He was sitting on a branch, dangling his feet from it and looking out on the frozen lake.
He had been doing this quite often lately. As soon as classes were over he would come out here and spend the rest of the day and the evening out here just dangling his feet and looking at the lake.
One would think he was out here to think or something like that. That wasn't what he was doing though. He wasn't hiding either, though he had to admit to himself that it could have been one of his excuses, but it wasn't. Simply because he didn't care.
He didn't care about Blaise and his glowing yellow eyes. He didn't care about Potter either. Well not anymore. The first two days he did. He tried to speak to him. Tried to get his attention so he would be able to talk to him.
He gave that up. Potter didn't care. Actually, Potter was very hard to find. Draco wondered briefly where he could be. He only saw him in potions and care of magical creatures. After the lesson was over Potter disappeared like he had been swallowed by the ground. He could not see him at meals either. So after the second day he too stopped showing up for them. He ate breakfast and if he ate any more, he made it very short.
He didn't even have the appetite so it wasn't such a big problem.
He just liked sitting out here and feel the cold air biting into his skin. By the time he decided that it was time for bed his hands were a nice shade of purple.
Strange enough even Blaise seemed to be unwilling to talk to him. Not that he tried. Or even wanted to. Just that after what he had done, he almost expected him to be angry and start trying to claim him even more aggressively. But even though something is late it doesn't meant it won't come.
Blaise was just probably waiting for some wicked timing. Draco was sure he would pay back somehow and it would be bad.
Not that he cared. Why would he go around and be worried about something he had no control over? It was a waste of energy and nerves.
At night he slept uneasy. He had strange dreams and when he woke up he knew they meant something. He was covered in sweat and he felt like throwing up.
By the time morning came he was exhausted and he had a hard time getting up.
He never remembered the dreams in the morning. Nor did he have the feeling that they meant something. That only happened at night when the darkness embraced him and it was too black for him to see anything through it. Sometimes when he woke up in the middle of the night, he could feel someone watching him but he didn't remember that either in the morning.
The hours of the night went by even slower than the days. The eyes burning holes into his back would not leave him alone. Even in his dreams they were haunting him. Invisible eyes, he knew would bring no good.
When morning came, everything was back to normal though. The sun's first rays erased the bad memories of the night and the day could go on in the usual boring way.
~*~
It was a cold night several days after school started. It was very late and the whole school was sleeping. Draco too was for once sleeping in his bed. He was tossing and turning around from a bad dream but he was sleeping none the less.
Blaise was the only one awake. His eyes were gleaming yellow in the darkness of the night as he watched the blonde boy sleep. How beautiful he was like that. How innocent. He wanted to reach out and touch him but he decided against it.
Tonight he had other things to do. Tonight was finally the night when all his hard work since the beginning of the Christmas holidays would pay off. It was finally time for revenge.
He had planned this night into perfection. Nothing could go wrong now. Draco would be his after this. Forever. All he would have to do was to make that scar faced little goody-goody Gryffindor pay. And oh, how he would enjoy that.
Potter would pay dearly for claiming *his* Draco as his. For playing with him. For letting Draco touch him. That dirty whore deserved everything he was going to get and then some. Oh, he would pay.
A creepy smile spread over the dark haired wizard's face. What a great night this would be. And the times after this would be even greater. Draco would finally realize that that little slut was nothing for him. What Draco needed was a real man. Not some sissy-girl. The great Boy-Who-Lived.... right! What a joke. He could be very grateful if he lived through this.
Blaise made his way out into the cold night, smiling like a maniac the whole time.
~*~
Harry was lying awake in his bed. He was holding a piece of parchment in his hands. He had read it so many times since the first time, he wasn't sure how many times but he was sure it was more than he could count.
By now he knew the words by heart. Not that it was a very difficult message with many words.
It said:
"Meet me at midnight by the lake. // You Know Who"
Yes he knew exactly who You Know Who was. And it wasn't the You Know Who people usually meant when they said You Know Who.
He had to read the parchment again. He did. Even though he knew what it would say. His heart fluttered and at the same time if felt like someone was twisting a dagger in it. Sweet, bitter pain was what he felt.
He looked at his watch. 23:56, it read. In that moment he rose to his feet and started looking for his jacket. He kept his bunny-slippers on. He didn't need any shoes. Actually he wore a pair of wool socks and those were quite comfy and warm.
He put on his jacket and the invisibility cloak and walked out of the dorm, closing the door behind him quietly.
He walked over the grounds and the wind was blowing furiously almost as if it was trying to stop him. Harry growled in frustration and tried to walk faster.
He was now able to see the lake but there was no one there. He furrowed his eyebrows and kept walking. He stopped when he reached the lake. Still he didn't see anyone. Where was Draco? He looked around in the darkness but didn't see anyone.
"Draco?" he whispered quietly, slightly nervous about the darkness and the fact that there was no one there. Had Draco lied to him? Was this just some sort of sick game on his part? Maybe he was hiding in a bush somewhere, laughing at him.
But that couldn't be the case. Even after all the things they had been through, it just couldn't be it. Even though Draco had others he knew it had meant something. He knew now that it meant something more to him. And the more he thought about it the more convinced he was that Draco must have felt it too. That something else. When they touched and when they kissed. It was there the whole time. He could not believe he couldn't see it.
He had thought that Draco had called him out here tonight to tell him that. That he might have felt it too. He didn't think it was just wishful thinking. It couldn't be.
Suddenly he heard a noise behind him. He turned around but even before he had the time to turn around completely he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.
He fell to the ground; face first and the pain got even worse as the air was knocked out of his lungs. He tried to turn around to take a look at his attacker but the pain got even worse and the last things he saw before darkness claimed him were a pair of glowing yellow eyes full of hate and mockery.
A/N: I am so sorry. This was a hard chapter to write and I had a bad week too and I'm just sorry. It's not one of my best. And you guys probably hate me now for the shortness and the damn cliffie too. I'm sorry!! Here, I'll give you chocolate chip cookies. Just this week I found out that I had gained weight because of all these damn cookies and all the candy, so here you go. *gives everyone cookies* Now please review. But nothing too nasty or I'll take back the cookie. :P
Warning: DH slash, some BD slash and all the usual stuff.
A/N: It has come to my attention that people *really* don't like the fact that Blaise has the upper hand on Draco. Well, I guess I can't help it. I don't like it either but that is how I planned this story, for Draco to be submissive to Blaise. Even though he doesn't want to. The reason for this being, that he now has low self-confidence when it comes to Blaise and the fact that he lost against him all those years ago. Plus, there are also rules inside their little community. Blaise *is* their leader. Draco may be the Slytherin prince and all that; it doesn't matter in comparison to the fact that Blaise is the leader of their pack. I thought I was clear when I explained that in the story and I'm very sorry if I wasn't. I'm sorry if you people don't like it. I changed my idea a little because of the complaints but not too much. I can't really turn the whole plotline around because of a few complaints, it wouldn't work out fine. So those of you who decide that you don't like my story and won't keep reading it because of the Blaise thingy.... I can't stop you I guess. Thank you for reading so far anyway. Now on with the story.
Chapter 15:
Harry was standing in the doorway to the Great Hall with his mouth slightly open. His eyes were wide with shock at the sight that was Draco Malfoy being ravished by Blaise Zabini. Was this really happening? After everything he had already gotten through?
He couldn't decide on what he was feeling at first. It was like a dream. He didn't even know if it was a good one or a bad one.
Draco was pushed up against a wall by Zabini and the dark haired boy was biting his neck. By the looks of it he was biting pretty hard too. There were mall traces of blood on Draco's neck. Right where his own markings were from the night before.
That made him feel something. He felt light-headed and the world was disappearing only to become white. Why was this happening? Why was Blaise calling Draco "Dragon"? Why was he telling him to say that he missed him? What right did he have?
Draco's eyes met his own in that second and he heard the boy whimper before he closed those eyes.
Why was he letting Blaise do that to him? Harry didn't understand. He was nailed to the spot and he didn't know how to react. All he knew was the bitter taste in his mouth and the tears that clouded his vision so he couldn't see the scene before him any longer.
He turned around and ran away. He couldn't stand it anymore. He ran through corridors he had never seen and he didn't really see them now either. His tears were falling uncontrollably and he didn't even notice. He didn't hear his sobs or anything else.
All he could see was Blaise biting and sucking on Draco's neck, on the same neck he had marked. And all he heard was Draco's little whimper.
He didn't understand why but it just hurt him so much he couldn't stand it. The fact that Draco was letting that slimy bastard do that to him. Because why would he let Blaise do that to him unless he wanted it?
Harry sat down in the middle of a dark and abandoned corridor and buried his face in his hands. Now he was aware of the fact that he was crying but he didn't care.
He felt so cheated. So abandoned and so used. He didn't understand these feelings. Why was he feeling like this? Malfoy was his rival. The fact that they had shared a few tender moments did not change any of that. He didn't even want anything to change. It was all just passion between them. No love. Of course Draco had others on the side. Why wouldn't he?
He was good-looking, sexy, even charming in a very twisted way. He was one hell of a kisser he knew exactly what he wanted and he knew exactly how to please a guy. He was cold and so hot at the same time. He was everything Harry wasn't and everything he.....
"Everything I what?" Harry asked himself silently. Though the answer was already clear in his head.
Draco was everything he wanted to have. He knew things about him he was sure no one else knew. These things were not things one would know by asking a person. Not things like what his middle name was. He might not know what kind of hair colour his father's cousin's children had or what his room looked like.
He knew more important things. Things like how gentle he could be with you when you were uncertain. He was sure Draco had never been like that with anyone else but him. He hoped. He didn't want the boy to be like that with anyone. He didn't understand why he was being so selfish and childishly possessive over Draco. He knew they weren't more than lovers. It was all about mutual need, mutual sexual frustration. Nothing more.
Harry now realized that, somewhere along the way some other needs than just the sexual one were satisfied while he was with Draco. The need of having someone close to you and show you tenderness and..... love. Just be there for you with open arms and take you in.
Losing that now was what felt so bad. It hurt the most. That was the feeling that made him angry because he knew what it was and let himself be deluded into thinking that it was something more.
He was mad at Draco too for doing this him. This was his fault after all. Why did he let things go this far when he was Blaise? Why did he let that sleazy bastard touch him? Was Harry so bad? Draco seemed to be dominated by Blaise. Was that what Draco wanted? Being dominated by someone? Harry didn't have much experience but he could do that if Draco wanted that.
Why did everything have to be so damn messed up? He didn't know wrong from right anymore. He didn't know what to think of this whole situation. He knew he was being so silly for even thinking about thinking of this at all.
"Thinking about thinking of....what? Now I'm confusing myself." Harry thought to himself as he dried his tears.
He decided that crying wasn't going to solve anything. It was just silly and he would not think about Draco ever again. Well, at least not until he was going to have to see him in class or in the Great Hall.
So Draco had more lovers than him. So what? It didn't matter. He should have known. Though he wasn't going to be one of many. It was fun while it lasted but now it was over.
He rose to his feet and started trying to find his way back to Gryffindor Tower, the rule about not thinking about Draco long forgotten as he planned how he would show the bastard that he was dominant and how he would chop Blaise's nuts into tiny pieces and feed them to hungry pixies.
Finally he made it back to Gryffindor Tower and he was surprised that it wasn't as difficult as he had thought it would be. He walked up the stairs to his dorm. He was muttering all kinds of strange things and he didn't even notice Ron and Hermione sitting on a couch, looking at him worriedly.
He was just confused and he really had to be alone. By now his mood had probably changed fifty times from angry to sad to depressed and then back to angry and confused and just round and round in circles on an emotional rollercoaster.
He decided that the best thing would be if he just went to bed early. Maybe he would be able to sleep. He doubted though. And he was right.
~*~
When Draco opened his eyes again, Potter was already gone. Blaise had not even noticed that Potter was there. He just kept licking the wound he had created with his teeth.
Draco felt like throwing up and the fact that Potter had left without so much as a word made him angry somehow. The last he saw before he had closed his eyes were the green pools of Potter's eyes. They looked so sad. This only served for Draco's anger to grow even more and the disgusting feeling of Blaise's tongue, digging its way into the wound did not help one bit. He just wanted Blaise to stop. He wanted to run after Harry and tell him.... tell him....something. Anything. He just needed to see him and tell him that.... Well, he would come up with something to say once he was there.
By now he was so frustrated with anger and the need to get the slimy, disgusting and intruding tongue from his neck.
"Come on Dragon, tell me you missed me." He heard Blaise's sickly sweet voice.
That was the last drop. He put his hands on the other boy's chest and pushed as hard as he could. This resulted in Blaise falling on his back with a loud thud. Draco saw his chance and started running in the direction he saw Harry leave.
But not before he turned around and shouted loudly at the surprised boy.
"I don't like you that way Blaise! I never have and I never will! I'm not your mate! You don't even want me to be your damn mate. You just want a toy to play with! Well I won't be your damn toy! Find someone else!" he turned and started running again.
He ran for what seemed like hours, trying to find Harry but he couldn't. Harry had disappeared. There was nothing he could do about it. Somehow he knew that if he didn't find Harry as soon as possible then there was no way he would be able to get out of this mess. Whatever it was. He just knew that whatever Harry thought was going on between him and Blaise was not a good thing and it would surely result in the goody-goody little Gryffindor to break their little liaison off. He knew that he didn't want that. Why he didn't want it was an entirely different question and he wasn't ready to answer it.
However he could not find Harry and finally he was so exhausted he just had to sit down. He was sure he had been searching for hours now, not stopping once.
He sat down in a corner and breathed heavily. He leaned his head back against a wall and closed his eyes.
It was over. If he could just find Harry and talk to him. But Harry didn't seem to want to be found. He was sure that even if Harry would want to be found, he wouldn't want *him* to be the one to find him. That kind of hurt.
Maybe he would be able talk to him tomorrow. They had potions together after all. And they had meals together too in the Great Hall. This was not his last chance.
~*~
The day passed slowly. The sky was grey and the sun didn't show. It didn't snow anymore and the wind was blowing hard. The days were very short and the nights were darker than before. No one in their right mind would want to be outside in that kind of creepy weather.
No one except Draco Malfoy.
He was sitting in a tree by the lake for a change. He was sitting on a branch, dangling his feet from it and looking out on the frozen lake.
He had been doing this quite often lately. As soon as classes were over he would come out here and spend the rest of the day and the evening out here just dangling his feet and looking at the lake.
One would think he was out here to think or something like that. That wasn't what he was doing though. He wasn't hiding either, though he had to admit to himself that it could have been one of his excuses, but it wasn't. Simply because he didn't care.
He didn't care about Blaise and his glowing yellow eyes. He didn't care about Potter either. Well not anymore. The first two days he did. He tried to speak to him. Tried to get his attention so he would be able to talk to him.
He gave that up. Potter didn't care. Actually, Potter was very hard to find. Draco wondered briefly where he could be. He only saw him in potions and care of magical creatures. After the lesson was over Potter disappeared like he had been swallowed by the ground. He could not see him at meals either. So after the second day he too stopped showing up for them. He ate breakfast and if he ate any more, he made it very short.
He didn't even have the appetite so it wasn't such a big problem.
He just liked sitting out here and feel the cold air biting into his skin. By the time he decided that it was time for bed his hands were a nice shade of purple.
Strange enough even Blaise seemed to be unwilling to talk to him. Not that he tried. Or even wanted to. Just that after what he had done, he almost expected him to be angry and start trying to claim him even more aggressively. But even though something is late it doesn't meant it won't come.
Blaise was just probably waiting for some wicked timing. Draco was sure he would pay back somehow and it would be bad.
Not that he cared. Why would he go around and be worried about something he had no control over? It was a waste of energy and nerves.
At night he slept uneasy. He had strange dreams and when he woke up he knew they meant something. He was covered in sweat and he felt like throwing up.
By the time morning came he was exhausted and he had a hard time getting up.
He never remembered the dreams in the morning. Nor did he have the feeling that they meant something. That only happened at night when the darkness embraced him and it was too black for him to see anything through it. Sometimes when he woke up in the middle of the night, he could feel someone watching him but he didn't remember that either in the morning.
The hours of the night went by even slower than the days. The eyes burning holes into his back would not leave him alone. Even in his dreams they were haunting him. Invisible eyes, he knew would bring no good.
When morning came, everything was back to normal though. The sun's first rays erased the bad memories of the night and the day could go on in the usual boring way.
~*~
It was a cold night several days after school started. It was very late and the whole school was sleeping. Draco too was for once sleeping in his bed. He was tossing and turning around from a bad dream but he was sleeping none the less.
Blaise was the only one awake. His eyes were gleaming yellow in the darkness of the night as he watched the blonde boy sleep. How beautiful he was like that. How innocent. He wanted to reach out and touch him but he decided against it.
Tonight he had other things to do. Tonight was finally the night when all his hard work since the beginning of the Christmas holidays would pay off. It was finally time for revenge.
He had planned this night into perfection. Nothing could go wrong now. Draco would be his after this. Forever. All he would have to do was to make that scar faced little goody-goody Gryffindor pay. And oh, how he would enjoy that.
Potter would pay dearly for claiming *his* Draco as his. For playing with him. For letting Draco touch him. That dirty whore deserved everything he was going to get and then some. Oh, he would pay.
A creepy smile spread over the dark haired wizard's face. What a great night this would be. And the times after this would be even greater. Draco would finally realize that that little slut was nothing for him. What Draco needed was a real man. Not some sissy-girl. The great Boy-Who-Lived.... right! What a joke. He could be very grateful if he lived through this.
Blaise made his way out into the cold night, smiling like a maniac the whole time.
~*~
Harry was lying awake in his bed. He was holding a piece of parchment in his hands. He had read it so many times since the first time, he wasn't sure how many times but he was sure it was more than he could count.
By now he knew the words by heart. Not that it was a very difficult message with many words.
It said:
"Meet me at midnight by the lake. // You Know Who"
Yes he knew exactly who You Know Who was. And it wasn't the You Know Who people usually meant when they said You Know Who.
He had to read the parchment again. He did. Even though he knew what it would say. His heart fluttered and at the same time if felt like someone was twisting a dagger in it. Sweet, bitter pain was what he felt.
He looked at his watch. 23:56, it read. In that moment he rose to his feet and started looking for his jacket. He kept his bunny-slippers on. He didn't need any shoes. Actually he wore a pair of wool socks and those were quite comfy and warm.
He put on his jacket and the invisibility cloak and walked out of the dorm, closing the door behind him quietly.
He walked over the grounds and the wind was blowing furiously almost as if it was trying to stop him. Harry growled in frustration and tried to walk faster.
He was now able to see the lake but there was no one there. He furrowed his eyebrows and kept walking. He stopped when he reached the lake. Still he didn't see anyone. Where was Draco? He looked around in the darkness but didn't see anyone.
"Draco?" he whispered quietly, slightly nervous about the darkness and the fact that there was no one there. Had Draco lied to him? Was this just some sort of sick game on his part? Maybe he was hiding in a bush somewhere, laughing at him.
But that couldn't be the case. Even after all the things they had been through, it just couldn't be it. Even though Draco had others he knew it had meant something. He knew now that it meant something more to him. And the more he thought about it the more convinced he was that Draco must have felt it too. That something else. When they touched and when they kissed. It was there the whole time. He could not believe he couldn't see it.
He had thought that Draco had called him out here tonight to tell him that. That he might have felt it too. He didn't think it was just wishful thinking. It couldn't be.
Suddenly he heard a noise behind him. He turned around but even before he had the time to turn around completely he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.
He fell to the ground; face first and the pain got even worse as the air was knocked out of his lungs. He tried to turn around to take a look at his attacker but the pain got even worse and the last things he saw before darkness claimed him were a pair of glowing yellow eyes full of hate and mockery.
A/N: I am so sorry. This was a hard chapter to write and I had a bad week too and I'm just sorry. It's not one of my best. And you guys probably hate me now for the shortness and the damn cliffie too. I'm sorry!! Here, I'll give you chocolate chip cookies. Just this week I found out that I had gained weight because of all these damn cookies and all the candy, so here you go. *gives everyone cookies* Now please review. But nothing too nasty or I'll take back the cookie. :P