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Draco
Oliver is back. He's not supposed to be back yet! He still has a whole week to spend in Germany. But he's back. Last night he returned, or so I've heard. I actually accidentally over heard McGonagall telling Snape that he's back and he's exhausted and he isn't likely to be seen in the next couple of days.
I can't really waltz into his room and asked what's wrong, now can I? And since it's nearly the weekend I bet it'll take me at least a week to actually get him in a place where I can talk to him. It's not so much my promise to Michael as the fact that he's right and I should do it and bloody hell I want to.
As it turned out Oliver recovered faster than I thought he would. On Saturday morning he sauntered into the Great Hall for breakfast looking as good as ever. I looked at him for a while, trying to catch his eye in a none-too-obvious way, but he stubbornly refused to look at me and the only way I could actually get him to notice me was to stand on the Slytherin table and shout his name, which I'd never do. Ok, maybe the time in the continent didn't agree with him as much as it was supposed to.
This weekend was mainly spent in the library with Michael. My usual study partner- Pansy decided she's going to seduce Stephen Cornfoot ever since that day in the greenhouses and those dreadful guava plants. The fact that he couldn't possibly care less about her only made her resolve stronger. Nothing spurs that girl more than lost cases.
The only time I could see Oliver was during meals and that wasn't nearly enough, especially since I spent more and more time with Michael and he just wouldn't let go of the subject. I swear- if he doesn't back off soon I'm going to have to go to Potter and practically beg him to take Michael off my hands. Or I could just hex Michael with something really nasty.
Tuesday. All day long I've been fighting with my bag, I swear that someone put a jinx on it because the straps just wouldn't sit straight and every break between classes I had to readjust them. Luckily Tuesday was a short day for me, so I had about two hours free of classes before dinner and before I had to be at the pitch for a Quidditch practice. Now do you see why I chose Tuesday as my team's training day? If only my bag would relent to me and stop giving me cheek, everything would be fine!
"Draco, Draco." I turned around at the sound of Michael's voice and ended up with arms full of a panting Ravenclew. Before I had so much as a chance to say something he grabbed my face with both hands and delivered a mind blowing snog on me. Ok, no-one told me that we are back to the benefit part of the friendship… before I had time to get re-accustomed to the feeling of Michael kissing me and actually enjoy it he stopped and detached himself from me looking behind my shoulder, "Oops…" his voice sounded far from innocent, just like it did when he was about to deliver a particularly bad or dirty joke. I turned around and in front of me stood a very quiet, very angry looking Oliver. For a split second I was contemplating fainting just to avoid the really embarrassing situation but my pride and dignity wouldn't allow me to take the easy way out. By the time I regained control over myself Oliver was gone. I turned to face Michael who was smiling sweetly and not-so-innocently at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief and then it hit me,
"You did that on purpose!" This only served for his smile to grow into a full grin,
"Of course I did, someone had to push you in the right direction." He said brightly as if it was obvious, "Now go after him!" I looked at him stunned. Not because the plan was so crazy but because it was so selfless and nice that I was completely taken aback by it. Maybe I should beg Potter to have Michael. Or maybe just get Michael a really nice present…
"That… that's so… nice of you…" I trailed in amazement,
"Yes, you're bringing out the Hufflepuff in me." He said cheerfully and then pushed me towards the corridor Oliver left through before I had time to process what he said, "And don't fuck up!" he cried as I broke in a mad run towards Oliver's office.
I skidded to a halt in front of Oliver's door and took a couple of seconds to compose myself. Now that I had a few minutes alone I could feel the anger rising again, how dare he look at me in that accusing glare when he's the one who didn't want me in the first place. I lifted my fist and banged loudly on the door. It flew open almost at once. We stood there studying each other for what felt like eternity when finally Oliver moved into the room and I followed, slamming the door behind me. I stood and glared at Oliver, he leaned against his desk trying to compose himself and look casual, but I could see the tension running through him like a wired up lightning rod.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" my voice was strain and I was nearly shaking with rage, Oliver lifted his head to look at me,
"I could have you reported for that you know." He said calmly, and I nearly burst my top,
"Fuck you Wood! Why do you have to be such a fucking arsehole about everything?"
"And now you're adding assault to injury by being rude to a teacher." This falsely calm voice was grating on my nerves,
"Fine!" by now I was shouting and I didn't care anymore, "Then why don't I punch you and you can have me fucking expelled altogether?"
"Go ahead!" No more calm voice and casual attitude, Oliver was shouting at me practically at the top of his lungs, and again we were glaring at each other. I really did want to punch him right there and then but some rational part of my brain strongly advised against it. Not only would that be a probable cause to toss me out of school but it is Oliver we are talking about and there are other things I'd much rather do to him.
I turned around and walked to the door, maybe we still need a few more days to sort things out. A heavy hand landed on the door above my shoulder preventing it from opening. And then again maybe not, I almost smiled.
I turned slowly to face my lover. Oliver's chest was heaving and his nostrils flared. It couldn't have been more obvious if he had a big sign over his head saying "GRRR! You're mine, bitch!" I always imagined Oliver to be an alpha male type- the kind that puts his lovers in their rightful place if they strayed. But it was the first time that this sort of dominance was extended to me and in some subconscious fucked-up level- I liked it. Just the way I liked having him filling me up, just the way I liked when he handled me roughly.
In one smooth motion I pushed myself from the door with my shoulders and grabbed Oliver's face in my hands, descending hard on his mouth. The kiss is rough and not at all sweet and cuddly because we are both still mad and far too much deprived of each other to go easy. It was a kiss that meant to hurt in the surge of rage while in the same time heals with the touch of love. When we finally pulled apart we were both panting hard our faces flushed.
"I don't want you to see him anymore." He says in a husky voice and I just can't believe my ears. Is he shitting me? After we finally moved to the stage where we're actually touching each other again and more than ready to wrap this up in the bedroom he comes up with this? I don't think so. I pushed him back with all the force I could muster and glare at him again.
"Shove off Oliver! You do not get to tell me who to see. You do not get to tell me what to do! I'm not one of your little sex toys." I can see anger flashing in his eyes again and I don't care anymore. It's one thing to be all dominant and want me to himself but another completely to assume that he owns me. And speaking of which, "How many people did you shag in Berlin?" I accused him back.
Oliver, who was on his way to his desk again turns abruptly and practically growls,
"That's none of your bloody business!"
And yet again we are stuck in a staring contest. This is totally not how things were suppose to go… Oliver was supposed to fall at my feet and plead for forgiveness for all he's done, not yell at me for finding a new friend. Right now I knew two things for certain, One- I am not about to give up my friendship with Michael, Two- somehow I had to make this work! I bit my lip and tried to think of what to say next when Oliver piped up,
"I'm sorry."
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Oliver
I hid a smile when Draco blinked several times at my apology, I bet he expected me to retort with something nasty to fuel his anger further, but there was no point for that. We already established that we can fight quite well, now it was time to find out if we can get along just as well.
"I'm sorry." It was the right thing to say, the only thing really. Draco was right, he wasn't my sex toy or even my boyfriend in this point of time and I had absolutely no right to tell him who to see. But then again, wasn't he the one who was giving me attitude for simply talking to Harry? Guess we're in for a hell of a ride together. At least I know there will be zero margins for cheating. The boil in my blood over seeing him kissing someone else was slowly sipping away, after all what right do I have to say anything when I actually slept with Charlie in Berlin. I can't really accuse him of cheating or anything- not when I was the one who ran away, not when I was the one who was suppose to act like an adult.
And I was sorry. Sorry I made such a mess out of everything, sorry that I wasn't brave enough to love him when he needed me most. But I'm ready to do it now, if he'll still take me. And I'm going to do my bloody best not to fuck up this second chance I got.
"I'm sorry," I said again, lifting my head and forcing my eyes to meet the grey storm clouds rolling in his, "I really want to make this work and I'm sorry I ran away before. Let's just forget about all that happened before." His jaw tightened and I knew he was still working at biting back harsh words. But it didn't matter anymore. I don't care if he slept with that guy, I don't really care about anything anymore.
I rose from my desk and closed the distance between us, I scooped him in my arms and he lowered his head, "Please Draco," I whispered into his hair "I want you so much. I love you." I have no idea where these words came from, but once they left me I didn't regret them. I endured quite a lot of agony over these words and now was defiantly the time to say them. I lifted Draco's chin with my finger and touched my lips to his slowly. His lips were still for a few seconds as if he was still processing my last words and then slowly, so slowly opened up to me like beautiful pink and soft petals. We kissed each other like it was the first time, like we were making love though it. Pure and simple and mine, all mine.
I pulled Draco closer to me and his arms sneaked around my waist. We stood there for a few minutes, just holding each other and marvelling at the old-new sensation of our bodies lining together. At long last Draco broke free from my embrace and turned to walk towards the door to my bedroom. I watched him turn and smile to me, he extended an arm and to me and I took it. He pulled me close to him for another kiss and we started making our way in together.
Once inside the bedchamber it didn't take long at all for our clothes to come off. When I told Draco I love him, I meant it in every possible way and right now it was a very good time to show him just how much. I didn't just want to bed him, or hastily fuck him- I wanted it to last, I wanted him to scream my name in ecstasy and I wanted to see the love shining in his eyes when I made love to him. Because it's going to be the first time in a very long time, if not ever that I was going to make love to someone, not just shag.
I started off by kissing him deep again, my body was covering his, and I was trying to get as much contact with him, I needed to feel every last bit of him against me. I then proceeded to softly ravish his torso, lapping at the soft creamy skin, I didn't hurry, I wanted to feel his skin heat up under my lips, marvel at the tingling that ran under my lips, and hear Draco moaning softly in content.
Slowly and carefully I circled each nipple with my lips and tongue, feeling the flesh hardening under my attention and then I softly bit the flesh and felt Draco's entire body arch up to me,
"Gods, Oliver…"
I continued my roaming downwards and reached his naval, softly nuzzling his bellybutton and then discovered to my utter delight that he was arching again. I smiled, I love people with sensitive naval, this is so much fun… I let my tongue explore the little hole thoroughly while I could feel Draco's cock nearly stabbing my throat. Hmm, maybe we should leave naval fun for some other time, right now I needed to feel Draco in my mouth and know that he's mine.
But even as I engulfed his sweet flesh inside my mouth I couldn't bring myself to hurry. It was all so fucking amazing, so familiar and yet new. It wasn't like the first time- no nervous tremors and eyes wide with combination of fear and lust, now there was only lust and only us and it was more than I could ever hope for. I nudged Draco's legs to bend at the knees and kissed the soft skin of his inner thighs. From some reason I needed to be surrounded by him, I wanted to feel his pulsating flesh all around my head, heat me up and causing my head to spin and swim with joy.
It didn't Draco long to come, I could feel the tightening of his balls and just stayed there, for the first time ever I was going to ride his orgasm with him, I was going to suck him dry and savour every last bit of him. And it felt amazing and it was so good and now I know for absolute sure that I love him. I crawled back up to share his own taste with him. He looked at me with those eyes that were brewing a completely different storm than before and I nearly wept. I kissed his deep again, when we parted he spoke in broken pants,
"I need you inside me, so bad. Oliver, please…" I brought my fingers to his lips and he sucked eagerly on them, I was so mesmerised by the sight of lips wrapped around my digits and the suction pressure that I could only stare, until he let them drop out of his mouth, warm and wet. Unable to break eye contact I brought them down to his entrance and his eyes flared shot. Once I was free of his scorching eyes I leaned back and nudged his legs up, propping his ankles over my shoulders, I then sucked my own fingers wet and coated my hard cock with saliva.
I ran my hands up and down Draco's thighs to relax him when his eyes snapped open,
"Oliver, would you like me to fix you a cup of tea while you're relaxing?" I look up at him with a puzzled look, "Fuck me already!" to add pressure to his words I suddenly feel a very nimble toe caressing my ear making my spine tingle. Alright that does it. No more mister nice-guy-make-love-to-your-new-boyfriend! It's time to pounce, pound and love it. And love it he does, and so do I, so much.
I thrust hard, and he lets me- he encourages me, fuck I would never guess, not in a million years that the snobby, arrogant Draco Malfoy gets off on a really hard fuck. We both move in synch now, completely lost in the motion, the bed is rattling under us, and I bet we're going to find it at least a foot from the wall when we're done but I don't stop, not until I hear a loud thump and a muffled cry of pain, I open my eyes and see Draco rubbing his head, eyes slightly crossed,
"Shit, Draco, are you alright?" I barely chock out the words and barely manage to halt my motion,
"Well, I was seeing stars before, but now they're actually moving." He blinks a few times, his eyes move as if he's trying to follow the movement of said elusive stars and I can't hold my laughter, "Fuck you, Oliver- It's your fault!"
"I'm sorry. Would you like me to stop?" I ask in concern and a little fear, what if he does, I don't think I can.
"Like you could." He said dismissively, well, takes one to know one after all. "Just prop a pillow between my head and the bloody headboard and get on with it!" Well, well, well, a couple of weeks of separation sure made him demanding.
I do as he bid and then we pick up where we left off, and as I feel myself nearing my climax I turn my head and sink my teeth in the flesh of his right ankle, the surprise and pain makes him clench around me and I'm toppling over the edge into sweet nothingness. Draco follows suit and coats our bellies with his milky essence and I collapse sideways, Draco's legs still around me. We are both panting hard and unable to move for a while.
When the violent tremors that runs under my skin somewhat decease I scramble to him, and take him in my arms. Draco is snuggling to me and buries his head in my shoulder. There's a soft murmur coming from there,
"I love you." I tighten my grip and whisper back,
"I love you too." My eyelids are heavy and I let them drop shot. My whole body is tingling with the after glow and I just can't think of ever wanting to move from this position, of ever coming out from between Draco's arms. But all too soon he starts to wiggle and scramble off and I instinctively tighten my grip around him,
"Don't go…" I moan in a soft plea without opening my eyes.
"I have to. I have Quidditch practice in a couple of hours and I want to get something to eat before I go." I open my eyes and try my best at pouting; Draco's eyes open up wide in mock indignation,
"Why, Oliver, had I known better I'd say this is a sly ploy to sabotage the Slytherin team." I chuckle and catch his lips for a sweet kiss, "Scratch that," he manages quite breathlessly when I finally release him, "It's defiantly a ploy to sabotage our team… I'm not even sure I'll be able to sit on my broom this evening, let alone stay awake."
"Would you like me to come and watch over you?" I suggest while tracing my fingers on his exquisite corpse once more, Draco lets out a snort of laughter,
"Yeah, like the rest of the team would actually let you watch us practice." I cock an eyebrow at him, I am the Quidditch ref in this school after all- I should have free access to any Quidditch activity that is undergoing around here. "To them you're a Gryffindor. They're positive that once you get hold of our strategies you'll run to Potter straight away." How Slytherin of them. Draco leans down again for another long and deep kiss, and I just don't want to ever let him go. I start to nuzzle his neck,
"Oliver?"
"Mmm?"
"What's going to happen now?" I lift my head and look at him, his eyes peer down at me in concern and I know that he's scared that once he leaves this room I'm going to disappear again,
"I want to pursue this, see how good we can be together. I'm not going to run away again. I promise." His face light up with one of his rare and beautiful smiles, the ones he saves only for me. He launches at my lips again and this is a deal sealer. I have a new boyfriend. And I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a ride.
I clutch hard at my boyfriend and roll us together all over the bed kissing until we're breathless and giddy with happiness.
"I love you," I exclaim loudly, those words that I never said to anyone before come now so freely, "I love everything about you. I love your eyes, your skin, your mouth, you cock, your arse." My hands are travelling down to fill on the soft flesh of his perfect arse, "Gods, I love your arse! So perfect and round and bubbly." I kneed into his flesh and his chuckle is murmuring against my throat, "I love touching it, I love fucking it."
"Oh, I've noticed that." He says with a smile,
"Can you leave it with me when you go?" I ask as seriously as I possibly can, Draco leans to kiss me again,
"I promise you'll get to play with it again very soon."
"How soon?" he seem to think hard about it,
"How about Friday?" No, not good enough- too long,
"How about later tonight?" I see the flash of desire that crosses his eyes and I'm not surprised to hear the regret in his voice,
"I can't, I can't stay out of my dorms on a school night."
"Argh! This is so unfair!" I cry out,
"I could think of a few things that are even more unfair." He says gravely,
"Like what?"
"Having a boyfriend you can't tell anyone about, for example." I bite my lip at that; I was hoping the subject wouldn't come up, at least not so soon. We both know the need for secrecy and apparently neither of us like it.
"I know and I'm sorry. I'd love nothing more than to shout it from the highest tower of the castle. But no one can know about this." I try to catch Draco's eye to confirm that we are both on the same page but from some reason he's avoiding me, "Draco, how many people did you tell?"
"I didn't tell anyone! Not in so many words…" he's biting his lip looking a little concern and offer me a somewhat shaky smile,
"How many people know?" he gingerly lifts two fingers, I give him a desperate look,
"It's not that bad, I trust them." I raise my eyebrow at that, Oh, really? "Yes! There's Pansy, who knew before you did and well, there's Michael." He looks evasive again,
"Who's Michael?"
"The guy you don't want me to see anymore." He said with a sneer, ah, the Ravenclaw boy.
"You actually told him about us?"
"Weeel, not exactly." Is he taking the piss with me? He's actually blushing,
"What did you do? Shout my name in the middle of sex?" I try to keep my tone light and amused, but just the thought of Draco sleeping with someone else makes my stomach tie in painful knots.
"It wasn't during sex." He says in a small voice and my stomach relaxes somewhat and now I can actually see a little mischievous gleam in his eye,
"Draco?"
"It was during a blowjob. And he was not happy about it." I can't help it, I toss my head back laughing- I bet he didn't like it. I'm almost feeling sorry for the poor guy.
"So where do you stand with him?" I want to make sure we have all the cards open on the table,
"We're friends."
"Which means?"
"We study, talk, hang around- you know the drill. Don't you have any friends?" I can't help but give his butt a little affectionate squeeze for his cheek but I'm actually relieved. I kiss him again and when we pull apart he's scrambling purposely to get off the bed. I watch him as he puts on his cloths, seeing all that beautiful skin disappear and bloody hell even that is turning me on. Once he's decent again Draco turns to face me, I'm lying sprawled on top of the covers, still butt naked and I slowly move my hand down my chest and smile when I hear him gulp audibly. Before he could be tempted again he's dashing out of the room, and I just know that Friday simply can't arrive fast enough.
A/N: Funny, I just found out that according to Michael was originally suppose to be a Hufflepuff. Talk about karma.
BTW- This chapter is for all of you out there who wanted to see Oliver and Draco together again. Oliver is not going to run away agian, I promise. But I can't be sure about Draco- he can be sneeky...