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Chapter 13: Cell Mates
It was a week later and Draco was boring of Potter's company. On normal circumstances, he thought that the other boy would be a fine companion to be trapped in a cell with. But it seemed that he was too damn busy holding a grudge to hold any entertaining conversations.
Draco sighed loudly.
Potter did not even look at him.
Draco couldn't deny that Potter had a point. After all, Draco had chosen a life of power over a life of nobility and this included doing away with any affections for Potter. So it wasn't that Draco thought Potter was wrong.
He just hadn't known Scarhead could be that damn stubborn.
Draco hadn't been too pessimistic when his advances had not succeeded that first day. But day after day, he kept trying to make conversation, just talk, and Potter would have none of it. It was so irritating to be ignored. Draco could barely stand it. Did Potter think he was going to get an apology?
Draco laughed coldly to himself. He would sit silently in this cell for years before that happened.
Potter had looked over curiously when Draco laughed and for the first time in a week, their eyes met.
Draco smirked. He had tried conversing with Potter many times, but he had never tried saying what he was best at.
"So, what do you think the Weasel and the Mudblood are up to now?" Draco asked casually. "That big oaf is probably hoping you will die. I hear you have a small fortune in Gringott's."
Potter said nothing, but he was glaring at Draco.
It was a start.
"I can just see all of the paupers, hoping for word from Dumbledore that you're dead so they can clean out your vault," Draco said nonchalantly.
"Shut it, Malfoy."
Draco almost laughed with relief. Why hadn't he thought of this before?
"The Mudblood is probably siding with the Weasels on this one Potter. After all, she's going to be married into the family," he said.
"I'm warning you Malfoy. Shut it or you'll wish you had."
"I'm sure they're all hoping your dead…just so you don't kill anyone else…like you did to your dear godfather."
Potter let out a yell that was more like a growl. Draco hadn't really expected Potter to go after him, but he told himself not to doubt the smaller boy next time as he tackled him to the ground and punched him hard in the face.
Draco lay on the ground with Potter on top of him and even though his nose was bleeding, he wanted to laugh. Even this was better than silence.
Potter had stopped trying to beat him up and was merely keeping him pinned down. His was breathing in long slow breaths and Draco thought he might be close to the edge.
It seemed his godfather was the soft spot.
And Draco remembered, like a moment from a dream, not too long ago when he had taunted Potter about his godfather. And the sequence of events that followed that led them to the point where they almost cared about each other.
It was absurd.
One minute he was insulting Potter and the next they had been snogging. It had been so insane, and yet it had felt so right. Draco couldn't even pinpoint the exact moment when he had stopped thinking of Potter as the enemy.
It might have been that first night…perhaps it was during a later meeting…or maybe he hadn't even realized his feelings until he had tried to shut them off.
Draco forced himself back to the present.
Potter was still on top of him. And then, amazingly, he spoke.
"What are you going to do if we get out of here alive?"
Draco had thought about that. He had thought about everything the last seven days. There hadn't been much else to do.
"I thought I would go with you. Even if were not…you know…well I still have no place to go and Dumbledore will help me out. He trusts anyone," Draco said.
"Would he be wrong to trust you?" Potter asked.
Draco shook his head, which was hard to do since he was still lying on the floor. "No, he could trust me. What is there for me to gain by betraying him? My father hates me. If I go with you, the Dark Lord and his gang will hate me too. And if I show up and tell him I was actually on the Dark side all the time….well the Dark Lord is no fool. He would kill me."
For a second, Draco thought he saw a flicker of a smile appear on Potter's face. But as fast as it had come, it had gone, and a second later he was wearing the same somber expression he always wore when speaking of such things.
"Typical Slytherin."
Draco smiled. "What else could I be?"
"Let me ask you something else," Potter said. "Did you ever regret the decision you made that night?"
There was no need to ask Potter to clarify. Draco knew exactly of what decision he spoke of. Draco did not prepare his answer or adjust it to what Potter wanted to hear. For once, he decided to speak candidly.
"Yes. I regretted it. I thought of you…all the time. I couldn't get you out of my head. I didn't realize I even cared at all until you were taken away. And when I was sitting in this cell…before you came…I thought how ironic it was that if I lived, I was going to have to give up everything and anyone anyway…and I wished I had just done it for you."
It wasn't until he was done talking that Draco realized he had just given Potter what he wanted.
It had been the closest thing to an apology Draco Malfoy had ever said.
But it was worth it, because at that moment, Potter kissed him. It was passionate and forceful and Draco thought he might die of happiness at that moment.
He kissed Potter hard and pushed his tongue into the other boy's mouth. It was wonderful being back in that familiar territory after being forced out of it for so long.
Draco was eager to see Potter's body, to feel it, to touch everything, everything he
had denied himself.
He pulled Potter's shirt off and then his own. Draco ran his hands along Potter's back, over his chest, down to his navel, wondering over and over what he had been thinking when he had given this up.
Potter pressed down on him and Draco moaned loudly as he felt the other boy's erection against his own. The friction was almost unbearable. Potter was doing everything roughly, quickly, almost painfully, as if making up for lost time.
He bit Draco's bottom lip, causing him to cry out in pain. But Draco realized he deserved it. He was glad Potter was making it hurt.
Potter nipped at his neck and nibbled on the sensitive flesh below his ear. Draco struggled not to yell as Potter grinded his hips into Draco's…making him flinch with pain and moan with pleasure all at once. Draco closed his eyes and relished the sensation.
All of a sudden Draco felt himself relieved of the pressure of Potter. He opened his eyes and looked up to see the other boy kicking off his shoes and removing his trousers. After his own were off, Potter went to work on Draco. He grabbed Draco's shoes and pulled his pants down quickly.
Potter positioned himself on Draco once again and kissed him fiercely on the lips. Their tongues danced together and Draco savored the feeling of Potter's warm breath mingling with his.
Potter began thrusting his hips against Draco's and Draco gasped as Potter's arousal met his own. Draco couldn't take it anymore.
He pushed Potter's head down with hand, but Potter resisted.
Potter stopped kissing him, and looked down at him. He licked his lips. His face was glistening with sweat and he seemed to be catching his breath.
Draco tried again to push Potter down, but Potter would not go. Draco looked at him with frustration….Potter was waiting for something, but what?
"What do you want me to do?" Draco asked. The question came out as a gasp.
"If you want this that bad, then ask me."
Draco felt himself getting angry. Malfoys didn't beg. On the other hand, the thing throbbing between his legs wasn't going away.
"Please," he moaned. "Please…"
Potter smiled, but Draco didn't have time to roll his eyes. For the third time, he pushed Potter's head downward and this time, Potter complied.
Potter tugged Draco's boxers down. Draco groaned when he felt Potter's mouth on his erection. He dug his fingernails into his palms and struggled not to shout as Potter worked on him. Draco watched the other boy's head bobbing up and down and yelled as Potter continued to suck his cock.
Potter spit out the liquid when he was finished and stood up. He grabbed Draco's head roughly and forced the other boy's mouth in between his legs. Draco was happy to please him.
He pulled down Potter's boxers and licked the tip of the boy's arousal. Potter groaned. The sound only fueled Draco's desire to make him happy. He took Potter's erection into his mouth and began to pleasure him. Every time Potter moaned, Draco went faster and faster until finally Potter gave a yell and Draco felt his mouth fill up with liquid. He swallowed the stuff in one gulp.
Both boys struggled to catch their breath. Potter pulled his boxers back up and sat next to Draco.
"I kind of missed that," Potter said casually.
Draco looked at the other boy for a moment and burst out laughing.
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