The sun had almost disappeared over the lake, the sky basked in reds but merging into the deep blue of night, the small twinkling stars beginning to show in the dark sky above. Thick, wispy clouds floated across the blue canopy lazily, and the cloud cover cast coldness over the darkening night, a small chill biting at the air. The grounds of Hogwarts began to collect shadows, and the Forbidden Forest seemed like a wall of darkness in the shadow of the castle, every trunk blocking out what little light there was left.
Hagrid drew his moleskin coat closer and gripped his crossbow tightly as he walked through the forest in the light of a large gas lamp, small in his hands. Fang kept a few paces ahead and continuously stopped to sniff at different bushes before continuing, and Hagrid kept himself alert to anything that seemed out of place. He was still a little more cautious than usual after the centaurs cast him their warnings and threatened to take action, but it wasn't the centaurs that were bothering him that evening. No- it was the cry he had heard only minutes earlier from somewhere in the vicinity, a cry for what he thought was mercy or pain.
His beetle black eyes ran over the trees, but his mind was whirring with thoughts of what could have gotten a passing student. There were werewolves, the arachnids, ghosts and ghouls and monsters that he daren't even think of, and had any one of them got their teeth into a student there would be little hope left. His heart was drumming in fear for whoever it was, as the silence that carried through the trees seemed deafening and frightening, leaving so many questions in its wake. His large form shuddered as another cold breeze nipped at his skin and he tightened his coat around him further- there was something out there, he was sure of it.
However, not too far away, two people were oblivious to the cold.
Draco bit his tongue to muffle that cry that was to escape his lips as he arched his back, pleasure shooting through every nerve of his hot body. Sweat glistened upon his bare chest, his shirt undone and hanging limply from his arms as his muscles tensed and relaxed as he curled his toes and let his fingers sink into the soil that now encrusted his fingertips. He was freezing; he could feel the goose bumps flourishing on his arms and chest, but at the same time he was burning. His arm was throbbing painfully, but the blood in his veins was pumping magma that he could hear pounding in his ears and he quickly forgot about the pain. Before he could hold it back, another small cry had fallen from his mouth as he felt Harry's teeth wrap around him and give a small tug, and he instinctively raised his hips to meet him.
His heart was beating so fast that once more it was almost painful, but the pleasure that pumped around his blood made the pain welcome. The soil in his golden hair and beneath his nails was insignificant, and his gut was flipping like a pancake. He curled his toes again with the tongue that seemed to know exactly what to do, but felt his eyes open and moaned as slowly the warmth disappeared as Harry crept back up his body.
"Don't stop", he whispered hoarsely as he felt the hands slide up his chest, Harry's mouth planting small kisses in their path. He moaned quietly as his stomach fluttered with the sight of those lusty, sparkling emerald eyes before they swooped down hungrily and their lips connected. Their tongues worked together and he could taste himself, but his eyes opened as Harry tore his lips away and looked around.
"Did you hear that?" he whispered, and Draco cursed under his breath as the heat of the moment began to fade. Harry lay on top of him, their hips were pressing against each other's, and he could feel everything melting away. He cursed again as his lusty eyes skirted over the boy above him and before he could contemplate what he was doing he had wrapped his good arm around Harry's waist and rolled him onto his back.
Harry gasped in surprise as he felt Draco's leg move over him as he brought himself up to straddle him, a mischievous glint in his beautiful eyes and a small smile playing at his lips. He felt the passion well inside of his chest as the blood began pumping faster and he watched with pleasure as Draco lowered himself until their lips were barely apart, so that he could feel their warm steamy breath intertwining in the bitter night air.
"I didn't hear a thing," Draco muttered and he felt their lips brush as he spoke, and Draco smirked once more before lowered himself completely and pressed himself against him. Harry felt his core explode and murmured a weak protest against Draco's lips but soon became far too absorbed to try, and his own jaw began working as he felt a cold hand slide down his chest, further and further.
He moaned against Draco and felt the other smirk in return as the fingers disappeared beneath the top of Harry's trousers and Harry felt himself throb. Draco's mouth was the only thing stopping him from making more noise, the tongue the ran over the roof of his mouth and the hand on the side of his face sending shivers to run down him as he lifted his hips and felt his cheeks burning.
He couldn't believe this was finally happening, he couldn't believe that Draco had finally given in, that he finally had Draco all to himself. No more heartache as he stared longingly at him, no more teasing with the way that Draco walked and talked that made him just want to eat him alive. Draco was his, all his, no one else's. His stomach fluttered again as he felt the cold fingers meandered and his eyes fluttered beneath closed lids and he moaned quietly against his warm, silky lips.
"'O goes there!"
Draco's hand stopped dead still where it was and his eyes snapped open as he ever so slowly brought his lips off Harry's until they were hovering slightly above, their harsh breathing and the fast fearful beating of their hearts the only noise that they made.
"I know you're out there! Come out where I can see ya!" Hagrid bellowed at the 'beast' who had one of the students, his crossbow aimed at the bushes as Fang approached cautiously.
Hagrid, the beast of a man with his damned dog was pointing his damned bow at him, and he was lying in a bush. Draco couldn't hold it in any longer, suddenly and unexpectedly he buried his face in the crook of Harry's neck and began sniggering quietly, his eyes pricking with laughter at the sheer irony of their situation. He was lying on top of the-boy-who-lived, the most hunted young man in England and possibly the world, laughing into his chest. His trousers were undone, his shirt was hanging open, he had a hard on, he was dirty and injured. Oh- and not to mention he had his hand down the saviour's trousers. He snorted rather loudly and pressed his forehead against Harry's neck as he slowly brought his hands up from his trousers as he reached up to zip up his flies and make himself slightly more presentable.
Harry looked down his nose, his heart beating fast in fear of being caught but the passion of the moment burning with desire, and raised his eyebrow. Draco was quietly sniggering into his chest, and in the most inappropriate moment. He felt his lip begin to twitch as he tried to hide his own hysterical laughter and his eyes began to water as he felt his cheeks begin to burn. He didn't even know why he was laughing, it was a stupid time to laugh and for stupid reasons, but the way that Draco's laughter poured and muffled onto his chest like a lark's song, it was just compelling and he felt that he had to join.
Then it struck him- this was the first true laugh he had ever heard Draco give. In fact he wouldn't be surprised if this was the first real laugh anyone had heard Draco give, his usual harsh exterior blocking out all emotion- icy and beautiful. Happiness welled up inside of him as he breathed raggedly, feeling the passion burn in his chest while he looked down at the beauty above him.
His bleach blonde hair was encrusted with dirt and it fell over his forehead, clinging to the sweat on his brow. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were alight with desire, but he looked beautiful whatever he did. And he was smiling, laughing, his white perfect teeth flashed as he tried to smother his amusement. His body was lean and athletic, his skin hot and silky and muscles firm beneath his grip. Perfect, absolutely perfect- and he didn't know what he had done to deserve it.
Draco felt so- sordid. He felt as though he was sinning, and it was bliss. His heart began to race again and his stormy eyes lit up with a new desire as he quietly lifted his head from the warm, damp muscular chest. Harry's eyes met his and Draco held the gaze, daring him to make any noise or any sound while they were in such danger of being caught. The emerald eyes were sparkling with mirth and anticipation, those wonderful bruised, moist lips in a small smile while he breathed erratically. But Harry made no move, and Draco let a small smile curl to the edge of his lip as he watched Harry's cute confused expression as he began leaning forward until their lips were nearly touching.
Harry's emerald eyes never seemed to dull, did they. They were lying in the shadows as night drew in and still they sparkled like the stars. His face was handsome and rugged, his hair curling with the moisture as he smiled and breathed harshly. His body was broader than his own, not as lean, but was the most wonderful thing he had ever laid his eyes upon. There were dirty handprints on either of his cheeks like war paint from his muddy hands and streaks along his torso, but Harry seemed to suit the situation quite nicely.
"Time for your party trick," he whispered against his lips, and gave him a swift kiss as he lifted his hips and slipped his hand into the pocket of his expensive and now probably very ruined trousers to retrieve his wand. Harry opened his eyes as he broke away with a lusty expression and watched with curiosity as Draco brought his wand up to his golden blonde hair and tapped himself three times.
"Quandro invisibus," and he was gone.
Harry gasped as a pair of invisible lips connected with his own and he felt his heart rate pick up to frightening speeds. Those lips- they felt like silk, the lips that rose petals would weep with envy over. They were swollen and wet and they locked with his own as he met them, they moved with such passion and liquid grace that he felt as though he was being touched by an angel.
But this was so wrong. Hagrid, his friend since he'd been rescued from the Dursley's 5 years ago, was standing a few feet away with a bow, thinking that it was a student being attacked. And here he was, having his breaths kissed out of his lips by the pillar of perfection, the apple of his eye, the key to his heart, Draco Malfoy. The lips broke away and he felt the body move to the side a little until he could feel the hot breath on his ear lobe.
"What are you waiting for?" he heard, the breath tickling his skin and making him shudder, his heart pumping and stomach fluttering as his eyes flickered upward to see the towering boots of the half giant standing mere feet away, apparently waiting for the beast to attack him. Realisation slowly dawned on him and he brought his eyes to rest where he thought Draco's might be, his face an expression of delight, yet putting across the point that this was an extremely stupid thing to do. In return he felt Draco attack his throat making him gasp, and he held his breath as Hagrid shuffled and poked at the bushes with his arrow, Fang sniffing about beside him.
Harry screwed up his eyes as he tried to concentrate over the teeth that were nipping at his skin, and the lips that were sucking so furiously, determined to leave a mark. It took longer than usual as he was trying desperately over the sensation of the cold fingers sliding over his exposed chest, but eventually he felt the egg crack upon his head and he knew that he'd finally managed to do it.
And just in time too.
Hagrid pushed the bushes aside with his arm, the stems and branches snapping as he did so with the force that not many other men could muster and held his bow out threateningly. Fang hovered behind his legs, thick like tree trunks, and Hagrid felt the fear that had been welling up inside of him drain away. There was nothing there- the huge bushes had been hiding nothing, their branches had shadowed no attack, there was no blood. Hagrid shook his head and his huge matted beard scraped across the hide of his coat as he released the branches he had been holding and let them fall back into place.
"C'mon Fang, there 'aint nothing there," he muttered, a little put down, but immensely relieved. He didn't need to be held responsible if a student were to be attacked, but he had in turn felt the adrenalin pump and no longer had any way to use it. Maybe he would go and visit Aragog. He began walking away between the trees as darkness ensued, swinging his bow over his shoulder, and Fang made a small whimper before he followed behind the footsteps of his master.
Harry felt his tense muscles relax, but his heart rate picked up again as Draco slowly began to move down his body, sliding like a snake over his hot, sweaty chest. He couldn't comprehend how Draco knew what he was doing, his own hands invisible and Harry scarcely visible himself, but as his tongue ran over his chest slowly, his canines occasionally nipping at his skin, he knew that he did. He felt his stomach flip as he let out a small moan when Draco's tongue dipped into his belly button and he fingered with his fly. He felt his entire being flutter, he felt light headed, he felt as though he were on some sort of drug- he was addicted.
"You know- for a Gryffindor," Draco breathed as he hungrily tugged at Harry's fly as though he couldn't get it down fast enough. "You're pretty sneaky," he finished and Harry muttered an incoherent response as he felt Draco's mouth close around him.
A crack of thunder flashed across the sky and Draco stopped what he was doing and brought his head up again as he slid back up, feeling the patter of rain on his back. He grumbled and cursed under his breath as he brought himself upward and planted a long, sweet kiss on the others lips before he rolled off and onto the mud that was now welling up with water. Draco's arm seared as the rain hit his wound, the pain throbbing along his arm and shooting down his spine and he gritted his teeth and clutched it to his chest.
"We need to get inside," he muttered and felt Harry's shadowy form searching around for him.
"Why?" Harry asked huskily as his hands found the warm skin and another shudder crept up his back and he let his fingers move upward and explore, mapping out the body in his mind. Draco muttered something and felt the fluttering of his stomach coming back up again as he felt the wet, cold hands move along his skin, but the pain equalled his desire.
"The rain's doing something to my arm," he mumbled as he felt the other lie on top of him, pressing every part of his body against his and shielding him from the water pounding onto them and dripping in fat droplets from the branches and leaves above. He closed his eyes and let a small smile curl his lip as he felt Harry move his hands up his neck in search of his mouth, and Harry leant down to run kisses along his jawbone. He moaned quietly and Harry blindly fumbled about until he reached his mouth and placed a long kiss on his lips, and Draco let his tongue explore his mouth without protest. When Harry finally broke away they both had to gasp for breath, and he felt the passion well up inside of him as he felt the water from Harry's hair drip onto his face.
"I'll take you to the Hospital Wing," Harry said as he sat up on Draco's stomach and let the sensation of an egg cracking on his head run along his body until he was visible once again.
"Hospital Wing?" Draco snorted, looking up at Harry with a half pained- half amused expression that he couldn't see. "And what do you propose I tell her?" he dared, and Harry let out a small 'ooh' as he realised what he meant. Draco smiled and reached up to place another firm kiss on Harry's soaking lips, feeling the droplet that hung on Harry's nose fall onto his as he did so, before letting himself fall back down into the sodden earth.
"What are you going to do then, you need it looked at," Harry said seriously, his voice and eyes filled with concern even though water fell from his lashes as another droplet formed on the end of his nicely shaped nose. He couldn't actually see where Draco was, and was having trouble guessing where to direct his vision as he spoke. He wanted to see Draco again, he wanted to see what he looked like in the rain, what colour that golden hair went, how the droplets ran down his skin.
"Well first I need to get changed," Draco pointed out, and Harry understood even though he couldn't see him. His maroon silk top had already been ripped when he found him, and now it would be completely ruined, along with the rest of his scandalous outfit. Though he did get to see that wonderful silver underwear again, Harry once more felt a wave of lust that he pushed back down with the knowledge that his Draco was injured, and needed to be seen to.
"And then, I'll go and see Professor Snape," he finished, and suddenly Harry felt his heart clench. Professor Snape, a teacher, Slytherin, he liked Draco as far as to say that Draco was his favourite student, and leaving him alone with his Draco- it seemed so stupid. He felt rage and jealousy run through his veins as he thought of what might happen, who might take Draco away from him. Draco winced, as the water seemed to soak into his wounds making them feel as though they were red-hot again and felt the situation become more urgent. But as he looked up to see the fire in those emerald eyes, even in the darkness and the rain, he couldn't help but roll his own.
"Give me a break, I'd sooner kiss Longbottom's toad than Snape. He's the only one that can heal this without asking me how I got it." He snapped and shifted his hips, nearly sending Harry falling sideways into the mud gathering around them. The brunette reached out blindly and held onto either hip as Draco slipped out his wand and brought it up to tap himself three times on the head and mutter the counter-charm.
Harry felt his heart throb and his chest burn in the pouring rain, as Draco re-appeared, just as beautiful as he had imagined him. The water clung to his silvery hair turning it golden, plastered along his head like he had it in first year with the ends dripping water and that tiny bit of hair that fell into his eyes still there. The rain was running down his face, neck and chest like falling diamonds, little drops of pearls that rolled down his creamy, muddy skin.
He felt a coy smile tug at the edge of his lip as he lowered himself ever so slightly, descending upon the perfect droplet seeping down his neck. Draco's creamy skin bristled as the Veela's lips curled around the droplet to lick it off his throat, and his stomach flopped as he once again momentarily forgot about the pain throbbing up his arm. Harry brought himself up to see a small smile on the blonde's lips as well, and he wished the moment would never end. However Draco's arm still lay defensively over his creamy chest, limp and rather lifeless, and he knew that it would have to be resumed another time.
"I suppose we're going to have to go in now," he said rather glumly, his eyes darting over the body beneath him as a ball began to rise in his throat and another wave of lust bubbled in his gut.
"How observant of you," Draco drawled in return as he held the gaze from those emerald orbs with a look that made most people turn away. Harry however, persistent as ever, didn't seemed fazed as Draco's stormy eyes narrowed dangerously and the blonde felt his eyebrow raise curiously as Harry merely grinned.
"I suppose you're right," he said, sighing over dramatically and pushing himself upward, feeling the sodden earth soak into the knees of his already rather wet trousers as he did so.
"I'm always right, Potter," Draco returned as he took Harry's arm and let the Veela help him up to his feet for the first time since he'd re-appeared into the grounds. Draco looked down through his wet lashes to see his shirt completely undone, at least 10 buttons running up the length, and growled low in his throat. Harry seemed to notice Draco's inner battle of whether to do up his shirt or not with his arm, and felt a Slytherin smile curl his lip.
"Want me to help you there?" he asked cheekily and felt his smile grow as Draco shot him a glare as he began to fumble with the last button one handed, his arms and chest pricking with the cold as the icy rain drummed down on him relentlessly. Harry smirked and before Draco could do anything, he'd grabbed both sides of the silk and had lightly tugged Draco closer to him, letting their lips join as he carefully (and slowly) began to do the buttons up again.
Draco let a small moan fall into the other's mouth as he felt Harry's tongue invade, and brought up his own to fend him off, momentarily forgetting that he was still having help doing up his shirt. He felt pretty sure that Harry was taking more time than needed, and that his fingers kept wondering to brush his chest and stomach, but he wasn't complaining. For someone who he was sure hadn't had a girlfriend, or boyfriend for that matter now that he thought about it, since that annoying Chang girl he sure knew what he was doing.
Harry broke away as he finished even though he wanted to do anything but that, and Draco slowly opened his eyes and felt them lock with the green ones of the other. Where had all of this come from? One minute he hated him, next he couldn't hate him, then he started getting a little flushed around him, then he had some sort of weird epiphany and now he was standing outside in the forbidden forest, at night, with the rain soaking through all of his very expensive clothes, in the arms of the damned Veela himself.
"Inside, now!" he snapped before Harry could begin to close the gap again, and he felt the other's arm wrap around his waist as he began to walk away. He ignored that annoying shudder that crept up his spine again as he began to walk in the arm of the other up to the castle. His eyes darted over the walls and through the windows as he prayed no one would see them, but the darkness and the rain had forced everyone deep within the castle walls, and it seemed safe.
The arm around his waist was strangely warm seeing as he was freezing cold, and the fingers curled around his belt loops and his thumb found its way under his sodden top to rub circles on his hip. It fit; Harry was just the right height and build, and everything that happened just seemed- well right. It was a strange feeling; Draco hadn't felt it with anyone else before, but it was almost as though they were made for each other. His eyebrows knitted together in thought as they slowly made their way up the steps of the main entrance, and he didn't notice the green eyes on him all of the way.
Draco was hit with a wave of warmer air that made him shudder as they slipped through the doors, and as they began to make their way up the corridor they became aware of just how wet they really were. Draco's shoes squeaked with each step he took, the sound seeming to echo endlessly around the corridors and making him wince, and Harry's shoes slapping ungracefully on the marble floor wasn't any better.
The halls were glowing blue in the darkness, the clouds blocking out the moon and the stars but the sky sending blue light through the windows. The portraits all gave them odd looks as they past and one of the suits of armour that they past creaked, it's rusty helmet turning to follow them as they past. All the while the arm around his waist kept a firm grip as though holding onto him with the anticipation that something would jump out at them. Something did.
"Well, well, well, I can't say I'm surprised to see that Mr. Potter sees himself above the rules of curfew, but I expected more form you Mr. Malfoy." Draco felt his heart rate pick up suddenly as the cold drawl echoed around the walls like their footsteps. Harry's arm tightened around his waist as he felt the anger bubble up inside of him, but Draco slowly brought his arm up and plucked him off, before turning around.
"Professor Snape," he began in a voice that didn't match his condition one bit. His shirt was clinging to his chest, almost see through, it was un-tucked, he was completely covered in mud and he was soaked to the skin, yet he managed to make his voice sound as though he had just arrived on invitation. "I was just on my way to see you," he lied, suddenly desperately missing the thought of showering before the mud dried in his hair and onto his clothes.
"Oh yes?" Snape replied, arching his eyebrow and crossing his arms over his dark robes chest, his deep black eyes piercing. "I'm glad to see you decided to dress for the occasion." Draco felt his cheeks suddenly begin to heat up as he looked down momentarily to collect himself, feeling the warm body just behind him. He could almost feel Harry's venomous glare, and he felt even more embarrassed, but he cleared his throat and looked up defiantly behind his pink cheeks.
"What were you two doing out in the rain?" Snape ventured, feeling slightly repulsed as he hoped they wouldn't start telling the truth. Both looked as though they'd been doing things he didn't want to think about, both were muddy and soaked and Potter even had handprints on either cheek. However, he did feel his lip curl in amusement at the situation, Potter's deadly glare from a face that looked like something off Braveheart was actually rather funny.
"We got in a fight," Draco lied, never letting his stony eyes waver to let his lie show through. But however much he was a fluent liar, no amount of alibis would smooth out their rather bedraggled appearances.
"Yes, Potter does rather look as though he's been attacked," Snape returned, and Draco felt his cheeks heat up again as he gave a side-glance at Harry to see the red marks on his neck slowly growing. The small teeth marks a few skin layers deep were angry and red, and the large mouth shaped love bits where he had been sucking moments earlier were tingeing purple. "I see you were fighting skin and teeth," Snape topped off his comment, and even Harry faltered with the double meaning.
"Yes, I did get in a few good spells," Draco said smoothly as he ran a hand down his top to absently brush the mud that was caked on it as though it were merely a bit of dust. His heart was drumming fast as he looked at his head of house, but something told him that he'd managed to find a way out of it.
"Indeed," Snape drawled and looked him up and down, unimpressed.
"Sir," Draco began, hitting Snape full on with his stormy eyes as his face sobered and his cheeks returned to their creamy colour as the tinge disappeared. "I was coming to ask for your help," he said seriously, and Snape raised a calculating eyebrow and Draco watched as his dark eyes searched him questioningly. Harry was glaring with all of his might but both were ignoring him, and eventually Snape nodded for him to continue.
"I have received some- injury, and I need it healed," he tried, knowing that it sounded stupid to ask the potions master. Snape already had an idea of what it was so wasn't entirely surprised, but he wanted to make sure.
"Why don't you go to the hospital wing?" he asked, no sarcastic comment following as he held Draco's eyes and tried to search him for emotion. He had already encountered Draco's void on numerous occasions and knew by now that it was futile to try and use legilimency, but his hard gaze was enough to cause most students to blurt the truth. Draco however, wasn't a first year, and neither was he a Hufflepuff, and Snape knew that Draco would stand by what he stated without falling under his scrutiny.
"I need someone who doesn't poke about with questions of its origins." Draco returned. For a long while they just looked into each other's eyes, daring the other to back off, and all of the while Harry's jealousy bubbled and he fought desperately not to place his arm back around Draco's waist. But finally Snape's eyebrow rose a little and he nodded, before turning on his heel down the corridor towards the dungeons.
Harry felt relief spread through him and his tense muscles relaxed as he slipped his arm around Draco's waist again as they followed the potions master down towards the dungeons. The blonde's hips moved gracefully and rhythmically, and without really knowing what he was doing his thumb had once more began running small circles under his shirt. Draco tried to ignore it, it was neither the time nor the place, but he wasn't going to stop it.
The halls grew darker and darker the further they went, the windows disappearing as they ventured underground and torches began lighting their way as they past. Draco was just beginning to feel damp, which wasn't a very pleasant feeling, neither wet nor dry, and he really, really wanted to change. Unfortunately it didn't look like there were any walk-in wardrobes on the way, so he had to grin and bare it. Finally they slowed down as Snape approached the portrait to his quarters, and Draco plucked Harry's fingers from his waist and ignored the feeling disappearing from his chest.
Snape shot a glare at the Gryffindor before the portrait opened and he stepped through, and the two followed behind him. Never in his life had he thought he'd be letting a Gryffindor, let alone Potter of all people, enter his private quarters. But the grimace of pain and the twitch of Draco's jaw as he moved in a certain way was enough for him to overlook it.
Snape's room was grand but simple, two chairs sitting before a small fire, a large bookshelf, an ornate writing desk, a bathroom and his bedroom. The walls were deep green and shadowed, there was a window that was charmed to look like the outside, and Draco could hear the fake rain pounding against it. It was warm and cosy and Draco felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him as he realised how tired he really was.
"Show me," Commanded the potions master as they came to stand on the green carpet in the middle of his room. Draco began pushing up his shirt obediently, and Snape took his arm in his hands and begun inspecting it, much to Harry's displeasure. The wounds were dull and red, the bruising and the burning merging together in the rain to leave his arm looking as though he had been bitten and scratched. Draco waited patiently as Snape ran his wand over the burns and healed the skin damage as he knew how, but the potion master was certainly no healer.
"I have most of the potions already made, but there's one or two I shall have to brew. You two," he sneered, giving Harry his deadliest look, "Can wait by the fire, do try not to make too much mess," and with that he turned on his heel and made his way to a third room that Draco and Harry both guessed correctly as his store room, and they made their way over to the fire. Draco fell gracefully into one of the chairs and felt himself sink into the pillows luxuriously, feeling his muscles give in and feel as heavy as lead. Harry however cautiously placed himself on the edge of the other seat, not trusting anything, and set his gaze on Draco.
"You all right?" he asked, placing his hand comfortingly on Draco's knee. He didn't like seeing him in pain, and he didn't like seeing him in the potions masters private quarters either. Had he not been able to enter as well, however much he hated being in there, he would have definitely been ripping his hair out about now.
"Mm, tired," Draco replied, as he tried to prop himself up further so that he wouldn't get too comfortable. Falling asleep in Snape's private quarters was hardly his dream arrangement. But his head hurt- it honestly hurt. Why in the name of all that is holy was this happening to him? I mean, he wasn't complaining or anything but these complications, the Death Eaters, the Mark, that insanely gorgeous Veela that just happened to be against the Mark and the Death Eaters- the school, life in general really.
"Here," Snape snapped and Draco jumped a little in surprise at seeing him suddenly there. He was holding out a small red vial, pain relief- excellent! Draco snatched it eagerly and downed it in one go, ignoring the glares and anxious looks being shot from Harry a few feet away. He felt the heat begin to run through his veins and spreading into his flesh and sunk a little lower into his chair as his arm numbed and sat comfortably in whatever position he put it in.
"I don't suppose you've figured out why the Mark hasn't worked yet," Snape muttered as he took the empty vial and picked out another one from the small selection in his hand. Draco looked up with mild astonishment, but Harry for some reason didn't seem too surprised. How in the- ooh. Snape was a Death Eater, holy mother of- Snape was a Death Eater! Harry had love bites on his neck and handprints on his face and SNAPE WAS A DEATH EATER! Voldemort would know, he would use it against him; he would betray everyone or be killed.
Draco paled more than humanly possibly within those few moments, his cheeks losing the healthy flush and the heat from the fire as fast as you could blink. Snape raise his eyebrow, why would Draco possibly be getting so upset? His dark eyes darted over to Potter who seemed more than genuinely concerned, his gut twisted in revulsion, but it became apparent that he had no idea either.
Meanwhile Draco's head was spinning and his heart was drumming fast as he held onto the new vial without really knowing what he was doing. Would he have to kill Snape? Would his head of house honestly go and tell Voldemort? Yes, of course- he was a Slytherin! Why did he care all of the sudden? Why, oh why was this happening to him? Draco blinked a few times as he slowly began to recover from the shock and plastered his face as thick as he could make it, before downing the next potion.
"Why, do you?" He retorted at last, giving his head of house the least trusting glare he had ever given, and Snape had ever seen. The potions master was caught a little off guard, why would Draco be so upset? He'd only asked; it's not as though- oh… He was a Death Eater, Harry was the opposite, and Draco was stuck right in the middle. His gut twisted again and he forced himself not to grimace as he handed Draco the next vial, the boy really did have feelings for the idiot. He gave Draco a harsh look as he watched him sniff at the newest potion, who did the boy think he was?
"I could venture a guess," he returned, completely calm and rid of the thoughts that had flashed through his mind in no time at all. Draco shot him an icy look and he resisted the urge to rise his voice, "I'm not going to run off to You-Know-Who," he muttered, and Draco's face instantly softened. The blonde suddenly had a lot of questions, which really wasn't doing anything for his headache, not only was he now thinking about his own dilemmas, all the while trying not to get distracted by those wonderful lips, he now had Snape's questionable loyalty. Urg!
"And what would that be?" he replied as he finally assessed that the potion wasn't poisonous and downed it, sticking out his tongue in disgust. It tasted like… well it was foul! It was bitter like poison and freezing while leaving an aftertaste that greatly resembled the aroma of urine. He gagged and tried not to let the taste overcome him as he snatched the next potion and downed it without hesitation, thankful when the cool liquid flushed the taste from his tongue.
"You are aware that no one person can have more than one magical connection put upon them?" Snape queried cryptically, the flames dancing over his pale skin and lighting his black eyes to give more depth than people gave him credit for. His black robes in fact turned out to be a deep blue in the light, and his greasy hair now shone. He suddenly didn't look quite so menacing to Harry, but that only made the fact that he was with Draco more urgent. The better-looking Snape is, the more chance there is of something happening. He growled low in his throat and sank a little lower into his chair, folding his arms over his chest, and let his green eyes dance over the conversation as he tried to keep up. He'd only just got Draco, and he wasn't going to give up easily.
"Yes," Draco snapped as he handed back the last vial, his arm now twitching slightly as the muscles healed the internal burning. "But what has that got to do with it?" he retorted and put his other hand over his arm to try and control the muscles as they jerked. He was tired and agitated and he wasn't in the mood for stupid irrelevant questions. How stupid did Snape think he was, he wouldn't have gotten a magical mark and then gone to get another one, idiot!
"Oh, it has everything to do with it," Snape replied, a small smile curling the edge of his lip as he let his eyes dance between the glaring Gryffindor and the questionable look on the blonde. Draco watched his eyes with a sudden passion to rip them from their sockets as they danced about, but the longer he looked, the more realisation dawned on him.
"Had any epiphany's lately, Mr. Malfoy?" he said, smirking knowingly as he saw Draco's eyes widen a little before they narrowed dangerously, his head quickly whipping around to glare at the Veela, who recoiled.
"Well, you can hardly expect any less, he is a creature," he sneered. Draco's head whipped around again, his eyes tearing away from Harry who seemed half scared to death, and half so upset his heart may as well have been wrenched out, and turned to give the same look to the potions master. Snape merely felt his lip curl again as those stormy eyes burned into him with a passion, and turned on his heel to brew the remaining potions, not particularly thrilled with the idea of being broken in two.
Draco's eyes followed him all of the way, burning two great big holes into the back of his head. Creature- did he just call Harry a creature? He had just suggested, no implied that Harry was an animal, no better than a damned hippogriff. He felt anger well up inside of him as he stared at the door that closed behind him and his fist opened and closed as the adrenalin pumped through his blood. That insufferable pri-
Draco felt a pair of luscious lips plant upon his own, nothing complicated, just a soft, sweet kiss that made the anger suddenly disappear as he became absorbed completely in the fluttering of his stomach and the hand running through his damp hair. His heart throbbed and he felt his own hand come up to run his fingers through the thick, wet hair of the person above him and everything disappeared. Draco's lips tried to follow the others as they began to tear away but eventually they broke apart and Draco opened his stormy eyes to look straight into the green orbs of the other.
"I'm sorry, I didn't me-"
"I'll forgive you if you do that again," he butted in, and Harry's lips tugged into a coy smile before he swooped down and Draco felt himself lean further into the soft, inviting chair.
Snape heard noises and almost retched into his cauldron.