Harry woke first to warmth he had never experienced with Xavier; it was comforting and loving, as apposed to just humid. He lay watching Draco sleep, occasionally stroking his hair. He knew this moment wouldn't last, that this would probably never happen again. He had not forgotten what his precious Draco had said last night. Even within the mists of tears and turmoil he heard ever word the blond spoke. He remembered quite clearly that this was only a one night affaire that this could only go on until morning. He wished with all his broken heart to be able to turn back time, even for an hour, even for a minute. He cared nothing more then spending time with the man he loved. He cared nothing but for simple pleasures; sex, food and sleep. It was all he really needed. With the occasional battle, just to mix it up a little. But he more then anyone knew that nothing lasted forever, especial the good.
He wanted to weep, but kept the tears firmly held back, Draco had seen too many of his tears. Unwrapping himself from the boy, he gingerly sat up. With a flick of the wrist his clothes sailed through the air to him.
But he was at a loss for what to do? Should he dress and leave Draco like he knew the blond would do to him, had he woken first. Or should he wake the boy to get yelled at, for that was surely what would happen. Decisions, decisions. He shook his head, and looked down at the man in question. His hair was messy, and yet more beautiful then ever, his lips were manipulated into a pout, the cutest pout Harry had ever seen. His arms curled around his waist the moment Harry was gone, as if he lacked warmth, and maybe he did. Harry didn't know what to do.
But the choice was made for him when those big grey eyes dulled in sleep opened. Still heavy with sleep he did not comprehend what was going on; Harry gave him a pitying look. Before he let the boy see the conversion of confusion to anger he swiftly turned and started to dress. He was almost finished when a hand on his shoulder landed.
"Harry?" the voice asked hesitantly. Unable to deny that voice anything, he turned. He couldn't tell what emotion lay on Draco's face, it was indecipherable. "Talk to me?" that face, those lips pleaded.
And suddenly with those so innocent words, uncontrollable anger filled the boy hero. Talk to me? How could he say such naive words, how could he do this to him, forget last night.
"What's there to say," he replied harshly, pulling on his boot and tying the lace.
"Last night, for starters, it changed everything." He other said unable to keep the surprise out of his voice, as if it was the most obvious of answers. Harry turned to the boy still in bed, anger written in every line of his body.
"You made it extremely clear last night that this changed nothing, that it was nothing. I don't really want to talk about how much this meant to me or what it meant to me. My feelings will not sway you, so just don't ask!" He bit at the boy.
Draco was slightly confused until he remembered what he'd said last night, only for this one night. He didn't know how to reply to that, he didn't mean it now. At the moment he wanted Harry. No! He needed him, with every fibber of his being. He wanted Harry to understand, but didn't know how to do it. There was no way to tell Harry what he'd meant to him. No matter what he'd said before, last night changed things, dramatically.
Without much thought or further planning, he yanked Harry down to his waiting lips. He showed the boy just how much last night meant. He plunged his tongue down Harry's throat, intent only on showing his love. Much to his surprise the other boy took it one step further and jumped on him, sending him back on the bed sprawled out, Harry atop him.
Harry ended the kiss with a quick bit to Draco's lips then pulled out, panting heavily. He stared straight into the others eyes, stomach pumping up and down in desperate need for air. He made a strangled sound and lowered his head, hiding his eyes. He didn't want to see how much that had affected him. Very quietly he said, "Don't do something like that unless you mean it. I love you and I know you don't. I'd appreciate it a lot if you didn't go fucking up my heart more then it can take." He left quickly, using a door that lead up to the great hall. He left it open so Draco could leave as well.
His insides were churning, he felt like tossing up the little he'd eaten at last nights diner. How could Harry not believe him? Had that kiss not shown him everything? Had that kiss meant so little to him? But he admitted to loving him, that at the very lest was a start.
He was determined now that he would win Harry over, he had to. He loved the little man that had defeated the most powerful wizard of the age.
Slowly, as he was very sore, he got up and dressed. Leaving the bed in its tattered state, Draco departed through the door that the other had left open. Emerging he realised that it was the beginning of lunch, rather late in the day.
He sat down at the Slytherin table, ignoring all things around him. He finished his meagre helping of salad and left. He searched high and low for his counter part, but couldn't find him. He went down to supper and stared down at his beef, imagining it walking around and talking. He didn't know why though. Normally he just ate his food; he didn't imagine it being alive and everything. He signed and pushed his plate away, not having eaten more then a mouth full. He exited the Hall and was about to turn the corner when he heard voice of some sort approaching. He slithered into the shadows, not wanting to be noticed.
Harry and his French boy friend, Draco gave him a certain finger gesture, walked around the corner, talking mildly. Then Xavier asked the question.
"Where you go other night?" he asked in his broken English. Draco had to admit that he was coming along well.
"Err… I was out; I didn't want to return to the dorm room." Was Harry's reply, Draco sorted quietly to himself. But then thought about it, it was partially true.
"Je vous attendais." Said Xavier with a throaty tone, trailing his pale hands over Harry's bare arms for full effect. Draco dearly wanted to go out there and punch Xavier for making a move on his Harry. But the way Harry responded made him want to punch him instead.
"There is no one in the world Xavier that means more to me then you," said Harry, kissing the other softly. "Shall we just skip supper, I am not exactly hungry, we could continue are earlier activities," he said raising one eyebrow, clearly imitating Draco.
Draco was disgusted and very angry at Harry. he also felt very betrayed, a new feeling for the young Malfoy. So he'd meant nothing did he? Run back to the arms of your lover? And dare he steal his move over everything. Well he just wouldn't bother then. There was nothing left of his Harry. Only this pale imitation, that only looked like him. Clearly the thrift between the two lovers from the other night was forgotten. When the two lovers were long gone, Draco emerged from the shadows. He stalked down to the dungeons, looking for a girl.
He soon found Pansy talking to her girly friends. Though he found Pansy absolutely appalling, she was the perfect girl for this. He strode up to her and pulled her up, crashing his lips on hers as he did. She responded quite quickly, having waited for this moment a while. He bruised her mouth completely, then pulled away panting.
"Your room, now," he said forcefully, pushing her along. He was impatient to get this over with. It wasn't really an unpleasant task, while actually it was, but it was the only way he could get significant revenge on Potter.
They rolled around only for an hour, and then he told her to stop and pretended to fall asleep with her in his arms. He felt dirty and very unclean. He left her there naked, in the middle of the night, knowing tomorrow the entire school will have heard.
He steeped into the shower in the prefect's bathroom. He washed himself more wholly then ever in the past. But he wasn't able to erase the feeling of being unclean. He'd betrayed Harry; he ignored the silent tears that trailed down his face. But then he thought of the evening scene and the guilt subsided to anger and then to satisfaction and the thought that he had gotten him back. He smirked his trade mark smirk and got dressed. He head to the dorm room, hopping the two people that knew the password weren't without clothes.
He reached the end of the passageway, walked the road, said the password and walked into to a blissfully empty and quite common room. He made his way up the grand staircase and walked into their room. When he entered he wanted to wrench at the sight before him. Harry and Xavier were locked in a tight embrace, fortunately they were both sleeping and had a blanket pulled over them. Draco felt immensely self satisfied at what he'd just done now. He smirked down at both of them. He dressed in sleep ware and went to bed, hoping to wake and be gone before Harry and the git woke.
A/N: oh my god! I know you all hate my right now but you have to understand it hate to be done. Don't throw anything at me, unless it's roses or chocolate. In which case throw it at me all you want. He, he right well I am terribly sorry that I couldn't update soon I hope you liked this chapter. I made it long or I think I did for you all. Please review and tell me what you think. I know I know what you're all waiting for will come before Christmas so just review and I'll post what you all want. XD I like blackmail XD. REVIEW!