A week! WooHoo! I managed to finish this in a week, that's like light-speed for me... Thank religion for Holidays.
A little fluff, a lot of angst... Sorry, was in a bit of a slump when outlining this chapter. Next time would be happier, promise.
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Oliver
Well, this feels strange. Not so much strange really as unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable, not by any means. It's been nearly two weeks since Draco came here but it feels like we've been doing this for ages- living together. And the funny bit is- I think Draco has been spending more time with Eva than with me. Today for example they went out to check out Draco's favourite comic shop. They do lunches together, shopping and all sort of things I'm not sure I want to know about. It's great that they get along; it'll make things easier in the long run to have my mother and boyfriend chumming up. Not to mention that if Eva can drag Draco to do all the above that means I don't have to do it… exploiting my mother and my boyfriend's love of shopping so- shame on you Wood…
"What's your favourite sexual fantasy?" I looked up in confusion from the couch; Draco was leaning against the back, chin parched on the top, near my shoulder. I blinked at him for several seconds- both trying to figure out where that came from and trying to think of an answer for him.
"What are you on, Draco?"
"Just wondering." He answered with a little cheeky smile.
"Well, I'm not sure, there's obviously more than one…" I gazed at the ceiling deep in thought, now that's a question I didn't think of in a while…
"Ok, ok, scratch that, what's your favourite school related fantasy." He said and rose to his feet, wearing his black school robes and a huge smirk. He stepped around the couch and perched himself in my lap, straddling me and relieving me from the book I was happily reading before he came with his sassy suggestions.
"You're in a good mood today," I said amused, this is quite unexpected I must say, it's been near a week since the New Year's Eve and we have been busy at nights, so I don't think Draco was deprived, at least I hope not because if he is, I'm not sure I'll be able to keep up…
"I'm in a great mood today." He said cheerfully and I smiled, there is nothing like seeing Draco happy, it can melt the heart of a stone giant- gets me every time, that's for sure. "So, tell me what your favourite school fantasy is?"
"I don't know… I mostly lived them out, rather than thinking of them." I said and he curled his lip in disgust, which made me laugh, but it's true, whenever I came up with a kinky idea I usually went to look for the appropriate person to play it out with, and you'd be amazed how far people would go.
"You're no fun." He complained with a cute pout and I shrugged, "Fine, than I'll tell you about my favourite one." Right, because that wasn't exactly what you planed to do all along…
"Fire away." Draco settled more comfortably in my lap, namely, scooting closer so that our cocks were rubbing against each other. Not that I was complaining, of course.
"Ok, well, in this fantasy you're the potions teacher," I raised an eyebrow at him,
"Potions teacher?" Should I be worried that my boyfriend is coveting that oily bat?
"Yes, potions." He stated in a firm tone that meant no arguments, "Obviously flying instructor won't do at all, brooms are just too hard. Besides, potions is my favourite class, so stop fretting and listen!" I suppose it would make sense to someone… but right now I didn't really care, not when Draco was rubbing so sweetly against me and about to tell me him most lurid and dirty fantasies,
"Yes sir!" I cried happily and wrapped my arms around his slim waist, waiting with anticipation,
"Right. It all starts with a detention," He purred softly close to my ear,
"Don't they all?" I murmured and he pulled back with a scold,
"Do you want to hear it or not?" I bit my lip to stop from laughing; he was just too darn cute,
"Yes, of course I do."
"Then are you done interrupting?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?" He asked with narrowed eyes, not trusting me in the least,
"Yes." Draco gave me another hard look to see if I was really done and somehow I managed to keep my face straight enough to satisfy him,
"Ok, then. So, detention, down at the dungeons, eight o'clock, after dinner, you know the drill," I nodded mutely, oh boy, do I know the drill… in light of my recent discovery that Snape is not in fact a-sexual as most of us thought I wonder why he's been assigning so many detention when he should have enjoy quiet evenings with Lupin. But back to Draco's fantasy- "I get there right on time, as usual, stepping into the classroom to see you sitting in your chair, wearing leather pants and a black tank top." I hummed in amusement at that, now why does this outfit sound familiar? "Yeah, well, the clothes may vary from time to time, but the basics are still there!" he said indignantly, as if he's ashamed of his own fantasy, which I know he isn't.
"Anyway, you tell me to sort the ingredients cabinet, alphabetically, and then swirl in your chair to watch me work, legs up on the table. So I start sorting those little vials and boxes, trying to ignore the fact that you're sitting less than five feet away looking like a particularly good wet dream when suddenly I feel your breath on the nape of my neck, hot and wet, making every last hair in my body stand up." While Draco was talking, he leaned forward to whisper in my ear and I tossed my head back, eyes closed, completely enthralled in the scene down the dungeons back in Hogwarts. I have a feeling that in the end of this I'm going to be mightily glad I'm no longer a student of potions.
"'How is it going?' You ask me in a husky whisper and I gulp, never being so close to my favourite teacher before, at least not outside my head, and I can feel your voice sending shivers down my spine, so good. I open my mouth to answer but at that moment you put your hands on my hips, touching lightly and I moan involuntarily. I can't move, your body is trapping me against the cupboard and all I can feel are your strong hands travelling lightly up and down my sides, and then horror of horrors, your lips attach themselves to the bare skin, just above my collar." Hmm, yes… Draco's incredibly sensual voice combined with his words was causing interest in more parts of me than just my ears. And I could feel he wasn't staying indifferent to his own words,
"I'm completely shocked by now, not to mention totally aroused when I feel your crotch pressing against me from behind, and oh, sweet Merlin, you're hard- for me! Your lips are travelling up and reach under my ear and I tilt my head back on your shoulder to give you more room to work, gods, this is what I've been dreaming about for months now, when your fingers touch my belt and…"
A loud knock on the door cut Draco mid sentence and caused me to growl low in disappointment- much to my little blond imp amusement, I prayed my eyes open and looked at him,
"Ignore it." He said simply,
"It could be Eva finally learning how to knock on doors." I said with an innocent smile and Draco squeaked in fear, I just knew that first day gave him a lasting trauma. Before I could tell him that it couldn't possibly Eva (since she hasn't actually mastered the knocking "spell" yet, or ever.) Draco jumped from my lap and ran to hide in the bedroom. I rolled my eyes and stood up, trying to fix my T-shirt over the bulge in my jeans and headed for the door.
"Took you long enough to answer the door, don't tell me you've got a shag in there." I crossed my arms over my chest and looked up at the man, who dared to interrupt my special moment with Draco,
"Dave Mulligan you big lummox of a bastard!" I cried with a smile, before launching myself on him with a hug. Dave laughed and hugged me back, nearly crushing my bones in the process. "Come in, you didn't tell me you're in town!" I accused good naturally; it's been ages since I saw my best friend,
"Just got off the train. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
"Not anymore." I told him and led him to the living room. Dave wringed his massive shape into the nearest armchair, and gave me an apologetic look which wasn't sorry at all since he thought I was having one of my one-nighters around. "So what brings you to town?" Dave's expression clouded and for the first time I noticed how grey he looked, and how his eyes were red-rimmed like he's been crying a while ago, "Dave, what's wrong?"
"It's Emma. She left me." He said in a matter-of-fact voice that was wobbly and in danger of tears. My jaw dropped and I forgot all about Draco's little fantasy, damn! This was bad, really bad!
"What do you mean?"
"She found a rich American bloke and took off. She's leaving tonight." He said without looking at me, his hands picking up loose threads in his worn jeans,
"You kenna be serious!" he shrugged and I fell back against the sofa, completely flabbergast. If Dave and Emma can't make it, what hope do us mere mortals have…? They've been together since they were about ten! Everyone knew they would get married someday.
A shuffle from the other side of the room caused me to look up, and I saw Draco standing near the wall, looking shy and uncertain, his school robes gone. I reached my arm to him and he treaded towards me. I took his hand in mine and he sat on the couch next to me, I took a deep breath, "Hum, Draco, this is Dave, me best mate from Glasgow. Dave this is Draco, my boyfriend." From the boggle-eyes look Dave wore I knew I had him, and if it wasn't for that slut Emma taking off I'd probably enjoy his discomfort more.
"Nice to meet you." Draco said politely and Dave returned the greeting. Silence stretched after that and I felt a strong urge to wrap my arms around Draco and take comfort from his touch, but I couldn't really flaunt my relationship in front of Dave, not when his own went down the drain.
"So, Dave, you need a place to crash?" I asked, rubbing my face and wondering how this evening that started so lovely morphed into this.
"Where? On that pitiful excuse of a sofa you've got? No thanks. I'm staying over at Eva's."
"You went to Eva before you came to see me?" That's insulting. Dave nodded, "Did you tell her?" He shook his head, well at least that… "I'm going to make tea." I announced and got up from the sofa. I need a couple of minutes with myself to fully process this.
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Draco
Somehow, this isn't the way I planned our evening to end… and now Oliver is freaked out by something and I'm sitting here in his living room with a Hagrid look-alike and I don't know what to say. Dave, Oliver's best mate from Glasgow, I don't know what I was to expect but I don't think this is it. The man was huge! He was easily seven feet high and probably at least five feet wide. His hands looked enormous, like he could crush small rocks in them.
"So, what you're doing in life, Draco?" It was amazing, I always thought that Oliver was pronouncing my name the way he does because he loves me, and Eva too, but it looks like it's a Scottish thing, the way they pull the R and sort of sing it. I like it, but I don't think I can ever say it like that myself.
"I'm a student."
"College?"
"No, Hogwarts." Dave's blue eyes opened up huge in surprise,
"How old are you?" What is it with people and how old I am, you'd think I was a bloody minor or something! I'm very much of age, thank you very much!
"Draco is seventeen and a half." I looked up and saw Oliver coming into the living room with a big tray laden with tea. Oliver sat down next to me again and gave Dave a glare that meant to shut him up which made me feel like a complete jerk, so I busied myself with pouring tea for us all.
"So tell me exactly what happened." Oliver insisted and Dave sighed in defeat,
"I don't know what happened, I guess Emma just decided she prefer some rich American bloke over a poor boy from Glasgow."
"You're not exactly poor." Oliver pointed out,
"I'm not exactly rich either; Emma was fed up with waiting for me to do something more substantial with my life." He said sadly and Oliver chewed on his lip deep in thought,
"What do you do?" I asked, trying my damnest to piece things together since neither seem to want to tell me what was going on,
"I work in a lumber yard," When I raised my eyebrow at him, he elaborated, "S'a good gig, all in all. I get paid well and I get to keep bits of wood." At my puzzled expression Oliver explained with a little smile,
"Dave's dream is to become a carpenter. He's dead good at it too. He made that chair over there." He pointed at the chair that stood in the corner of the room.
"You made that? I love that chair!" I exclaimed, I really do, it's so beautiful, elegant- hell, it's something my mother would put in one of our sitting rooms if it wasn't muggle made. Dave's cheeks reddened slightly with pleasure at the compliment,
"Thanks. Made it for Ol on his twentieth birthday." Dave's expression clouded again like he was remembering something sad relating to the chair. We sat there, silence stretching out between the three of us, each trying to come up with something to say that would not tread on Dave's open wounds. Eventually Oliver shook himself and said in a brisk voice,
"Right, nuff of that moodiness! We are going to the pub, have a few pints, meet new folk, we'll knock that misery right out of you!" he promised Dave and the latter gave a weak smile.
"Alright." He gave an exasperated sigh and stood up, Oliver following suit. I had little choice but to join. Not that I cared so much but I'm not much of a pub man, not much of a drinker and even less a socialiser, but it was important to Oliver and besides, it's been ages since we last went out. Oliver picked up his wand and sent the tea tray back to the kitchen, much to Dave's amusement before we picked up our jackets and left the house.
The pub was small, packed and quite smoky, and loud- laughter and talk was babbling from every corner and made my head spin a bit. Thanks to Dave's size he managed to spot a free table and we squeezed our way to it. Oliver bought the first round of drinks at the bar and came back carrying three large pints, setting them in front of us.
I looked at my drink with slight horror, apart from the sheer size of the glass that was leaving me completely gob smacked with fear there was the drink itself- lager… it looked to me like a bucket of piss, with little bubbles raising and a crown of white foam on top, and I was expected to drink that!
"If you finish your pint, I'll order you some wine." I heard Oliver's whisper close, his already-lager-smelling breath tickling my ear and I shot him a narrow-eyed glare, well, that does it! I really hate to be treated like a little girl and if drinking a pint of bloody lager is the way to prove my manhood I guess I don't have much choice! I took a careful sip, it's actually not that bad, if cold and bitter is your thing that is, it didn't even feel alcoholic, not the way the vodka in the club last week did. I took another sip and turned to Dave,
"So how did you two meet?"
"We grew up next door to each other, been practically raised as brothers till Ollie here decided to take after his dad and went to Hogwarts." He added a dramatic eye roll when he said Hogwarts that made me chuckle,
"I didn't take after the old man," Oliver insisted, half the pint already down his system, making his accent thicker- or maybe it was just talking to Dave, but the rhythms of Scotland were running thicker through his voice making me shiver with desire and having to fight harder to understand what he was saying at the same time, "I got a bloody letter."
"Whatever, you left." The two of them started bickering good naturally and I soon lost the ability to listen and understand, the lager settling nicely in my stomach, making me feel warm and almost sleepy. Merlin, I'm lousy when it comes to alcohol, such light-weight.
Half an hour later I finally managed to finish my pint, which wasn't so cold by now and tasted more like piss than ever and I glanced up at the table only to see at least six empty pint glasses littering it. Pitiful really.
"Finished already?" Dave teased and I found myself blushing, much to my disgust. He gave a small hearty chuckle and Oliver leaned forward and gave me a soft lager soaked kiss.
"Ready for more?" He whispered against my lips and I shook my head slightly, rubbing our noses together, absolutely no more lager for me, ever! "Can I get you anything else, then?" I shook my head again and he kissed me again, before pulling back and looking at me, "Well, I think I need one more for the road, ok?"
"Go ahead." I told him, and he rose a little unsteady on his feet, quite sozzled by now and though he looked cute I doubted that a haling a drunk Oliver back home would be much fun, especially when Dave (who was my hope in the haling department) wasn't doing much better.
When Oliver rose though, he found himself nearly knocking over a guy coming up from the opposite direction. I didn't pay much attention to him until Oliver stopped dead and paled significantly at his sight, eyes going wide in that universal "Deer caught in the headlight" kind of look. The other bloke stopped as well, gazing intently at Oliver when a small smirk started forming on his lips. I looked between them when the eyes of the stranger flicked towards Dave. I followed his gaze and saw Dave eyes narrowing in fierce protectiveness. When the guy flicked his eyes back to the still stunned Oliver I managed to catch Dave's eye, pleading in silence to know what the fuck was going on. Dave gestured with his head at Oliver and crossed his forefingers, Oliver's what? X? Oliver's X… Oliver's ex!!! Oh good Merlin! Oliver's ex? I looked up at the guy again, wondering what kind of guy could possibly attract Oliver for long enough to have a relationship that would last over a night to actually become an ex.
The guy was blond (which wasn't really surprising, Oliver already told me he had a weak spot for blonds, which I suppose is the reason I'm sitting here in the first place), but this stranger's hair wasn't nearly as light as mine, and leaned more to wheat colour, rather than flaxen. His features were attractive, probably more than mine, being less pointy and more defined. He was taller than me, almost as tall as Oliver was and with a physic closer to Oliver's. I bit my lip, trying to read the expression on Oliver's face, was he happy, sad, angry… would I have a place to go back to tonight?
"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in… Oliver Wood." The man said in a sarcastic drawl that made me wants to stand up and punch his stupid smirk.
"Peter." Was all Oliver said, well at least now my nightmare had a name. Peter's eyes once again flicked to Dave,
"David." Dave didn't even bother to greet him, and simply growled low, I knew I liked Dave before but now I really like him. "And who is that, your shag for the night, oh sorry, for the next twenty minutes?" That last comment was directed at me and I felt the heat rising to my face like flame, before I could even register what was going on, Oliver grabbed Peter's arm and spun him around to face him again,
"What are you doing here Corrigan?" He spat in anger, real anger that warmed my heart,
"A bloke can't even walk into a pub for a pint, Wood?" From the way Oliver's eyes narrowed even further I knew there would be troubles, not that I cared much, since I didn't think Peter had anything over Oliver, plus, I liked the idea of Oliver avenging my honour after Peter's stupid remark, but before either could move Dave stood up and placed a calming hand over Oliver's shoulder.
"Walk away Corrigan." He said in a low dangerous voice, Peter looked him once over and decided to do the smart thing,
"Well Wood, can't say it's been a pleasure to see you again." He then turned to me, "Don't get too attached to this one, you'll be yesterday's news in less than an hour." At that Oliver made to launch at him but Dave stopped him with his massive hands, Peter gave Oliver one last hateful look and left.
Oliver shrugged out of Dave's hold and simply stormed out of the pub. I immediately jumped to my feet and followed him, Dave hot at my heels. We managed to corner Oliver a couple of blokes away from the pub, he was fuming. I've never seen him like that before and it scared me a little, what had that scum did to make Oliver react like that?
"Oliver, stop!" Dave cried and reached to catch his arm. Oliver spun around with a wild fire in his eyes,
"Leave me alone!" He yelled and then simply apparated, vanishing into thin air. I looked sidelong at Dave who tossed his hands in the air, groaning in frustration.
"Fuck. Bloody fucking bastard!" He cursed wildly and turned to me, "Guess there not much we can but wait for him to calm down and return."
"Is he… hum, like that a lot?" I asked in a small voice, Dave shook his head,
"No. only when that bastard is concerned. Fuck, I was hoping we saw the last of him when he gave Oliver the axe. Ran away like a bat from daylight. Fucking bastard." He said again and then sighed deep. "Look Draco, just go home and wait for him, he's going to come to you when he cools off, feeling like ten kinds of shit, because he's Oliver and he can't help it. I'm going over to Eva. I'll drop by in the morning, ok?" I nodded and gave him a shaky smile. "Are you going to appanate?"
"Apparate," I corrected him with a smile, "No, I can't. I'm going muggle for the hols."
"Then we better share a cub, I don't expect you remember the way on your own?" I shook my head and he grinned, before stepping down from the curb and sticking two fingers in his mouth letting out a sharp whistle. Before long a shiny black car stopped near him and he beckoned me to climb the back seat. Dave gave the cabbie Oliver's address and we took off. The ride home was quiet, tense. I wish I could have met Dave under happier circumstances, because he seemed like a real fun guy to hang with, but not when he was broken hearted and Oliver pissed as hell.
"You take care of him, won't you?" Dave asked once the cab pulled just under Oliver's building, and I nodded,
"Of course I will." Dave smiled and squeezed my hand affectionately and I climbed out of the car and walked home.
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Oliver
I cannot believe it! I can't fucking believe the nerve of him! Bloody, stupid, son of a bitch bastard Peter Corrigan! Who the hell asked him to come back into my life? I was doing perfectly fine without his never ceasing naggings, his insane accusations, his build-in insecurities that he kept projecting on me, messing my head up for ages to come. And worse- he insulted Draco! I don't really care what the low life excuse of a vermin has to say about me, I've heard it all before, trust me, but he has absolutely no right to talk to Draco like that, even if he was a one-nighter, but especially since he isn't.
I walked into the flat, hoping against hope that Draco was here, not that he had a lot of options but knowing Dave he could have easily end up at Eva's being consulted for having the worst boyfriend in the world. The place was dark and empty, making my heart sink in defeat, I hate this… Maybe I should go over to Eva as well, get some mother love or something. I walked to the bedroom, feeling lonelier than ever and opened the door.
"Oliver?" I looked up just in time to see the blond head before I was pushed backwards against the door, arms full of Draco, who was kissing me and running his hands all over me, hmm, this is much better than mother love… "Are you alright? You scared the hell out of me just taking off like that!" he chided me and I smiled,
"I'm sorry lovely, I didn't mean to disappear on you, I was just a little… upset." Draco lifted his stormy eyes to me,
"Really, I didn't notice." I chuckled softly and let him lead me over to the bed, to push me back against the mattress and striping me gently to my underwear. "Are you alright?" he asked again, running his hands softly on me again as he lowered himself next to me, snuggling at my side,
"Yes."
"Do you want to tell me about it?" I took a deep breath and gazed at the ceiling, I owe him that much at the least,
"I met Peter through his brother, he was a chaser for PU, and Peter came to one of the games," I started with a hollow voice, the details still clear in my mind but without any of the feelings that accompanied them at the time, "We hit it off immediately, coming back home together that same night. I'm not really sure what made Peter stand up from the others, why he stayed for as long as he had, but he did." All the reasons of the past seemed so insignificant now, so artificial and I really couldn't understand what made me stay with him for six whole months, "Things were going well at first, until Peter got jealous." Jealousy- that was Peter's greatest sin, his… almost need to be jealous of me,
"He couldn't stand the fact that I was a Quidditch player for a high profile team, and that I had followers. He kept accusing me of cheating on him with them, claiming I used to spend too much time pampering my fans." This seems ridiculous now, this insane jealousy of his, but at the time I fought so hard to try and prove to him that he was the one, the only one, gods why did I even bothered? "Eventually he decided he had enough, and he just took off one day, without a word of explanation. I haven't seen him since, well, not until tonight."
I finished my sob story and sighed, I may have forgotten all the other feelings that involved my relationship with Peter but I didn't forget the pain- the way he reduced me to a helpless sobbing mess when he simply left, how it felt to wake up one day and discover him gone, clothes, things and body, just gone. No note, no phone call, no nothing. Dave was trying his damnest at the time to be there for me, support me without exploding and tell me "I told you so", because he saw through Peter from the beginning, as they all did, all except me.
"I'm sorry." I blinked and looked down at Draco, was I wrong about him too? I chewed at my lip and looked at his beautiful face, so caring and trusting and I wanted to cry. No, Draco would never do that to me. I took a shuddering breath and blinked again, willing the tears away, I wanted to cry for him, for Draco, for having to put up with me, for receiving a broken and used man, someone who's fragile grasp of love is so easily shuttered when some grinning evil rears its ugly head.
I pulled Draco to me, needing to feel his warmth, his body against me, to know that I wasn't kidding myself when I told myself I love him, and took his mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. Draco melted right into the kiss and I suddenly realized how he must have felt for the last hour while I was walking off my anger in the park. It made me feel even worse than before. Draco rubbed our bodies together, bringing me back to the now and effectively shutting down the worries and doubts in a rush of lust. We were soon naked and sweating, Draco's lips and teeth working their way on my throat and torso and I shivered in bliss. When his lips returned to mine I took them eagerly,
"Fuck me, Draco, please." The words tumbling out of my mouth without warning, and Draco instantly pulled back, straddling me and blinking in confusion,
"What?"
"I want you inside me, I want you to top." I said quietly, running my hands lightly over his thighs, Draco still looked at me like he just woke up to find a giant cockroach in bed instead of his lover. I held his gaze, waiting for his reaction,
"No, you don't." His voice was full of suppressed rage that I didn't quite knew how to place,
"I do." I insisted and a tremor passed his chin, right before he launched himself at me in a vicious attack of fists,
"Fuck you Wood, you arsehole!" He cried as I tried to shield myself from his flailing fists, "I hate you! You bastard, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" With a final hard slap to my face he jumped off me and scrambled off the bed, escaping the room.
I slumped back against the mattress, covering my face with my hands. This is officially the worst day of my entire life, and it's all Peter's fault! No, it was mine, I shouldn't have yield into the uncertainty and make Draco snap like that. Damn it, he knew me better than I did myself, reading right through the request. I rose slowly and found a pair of pyjama bottoms and put them on before heading out of the room, looking for Draco.
I found him curled up on the sofa, wrapped tightly in a quilt. He looked so small, so young and hurt that it broke my heart.
"Draco…"
"Go away; I don't want to talk to you." He spat without turning his head to look at me, but I'm a stubborn git so I sat down next to him. Draco didn't move as I studied his profile, the firm set of his jaw, the way his eyes were focused straight ahead.
"I'm sorry." I whispered, desperately wanting to make those eyes turn to me, I don't care what I will find in them I just need to see them, I need Draco to look at me,
"You should be, that was a very low stunt to pull." He still wasn't looking at me, but now he lowered his head, burying his face in his knees.
"It wasn't a stunt, I meant it."
"Really?" Draco turned his head towards me, eyes full of malice and reprimand, but at least he was looking at me, "Tell me, would you have made me this offer if we didn't run into Peter tonight?" Now it was my turn to avert my eyes, and Draco let out a short humourless laugh, "Didn't think so." I pulled my knees to my chest, mimicking Draco's stance and we both sat in an uncomfortable silence for a while,
"You really hurt me tonight, you know? I thought you had a little more respect for me than that." I whipped my head to look at him gaping,
"I…" Draco cut through my feeble attempt of talking viciously,
"Shut up! You don't get it do you?" He rose from the sofa and started to pace in front of it, finally lashing out and taking all this load of his chest, well he had a couple of hours to think over things while I was walking blindly without being able to form one coherent thought, "You are upset because of that stupid wanker, and your twisted brain thinks that you're a good-for-nothing-shit and now you want to punish yourself!" Draco leaned in closing the distance between us, until our noses nearly touched, and hissed, "I'm telling you right now, I am not going to be the tool you use to punish yourself, got that?!" He stood up and started pacing again, not even letting me squeeze in a word, not that I had much to say, really,
"This is bloody insulting!" He raged, "You are making a mockery of me. Fuck Oliver, what do you think I do, huh? Lay back, open my legs and think of bloody England when you bugger me?" I winced at his words, biting hard on my lower lip, this isn't fair to him.
"I'm so sorry… that's not…" I stammered, not even sure what to say,
"I love you, Ollie, I really do," He said in a quiet voice, deflated of his anger, "I need you. I never thought twice about bottoming for you, I love having you fill me, I…" He stopped and blinked a few times trying to keep tears at bay, "I never felt so cheap in my life." A chocked sob escaped my lips and I wanted so much to hug him, hold him tight and comfort him, but I knew it wouldn't be appreciated,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you so much, I'm sorry…" I mumbled incoherently as Draco curled himself into another chair, as far as possible from me.
"Go to bed, Ollie. I think I prefer to be alone tonight." His voice was quiet and hard, no more tears, no more pain, just tiredness. I nodded, yes, alone would probably be better right now, but my Gryffindor nobility didn't allow me to go without making a final offer,
"You take the bed, I'll sleep here." Draco snorted,
"Don't be ridiculous, your sofa is barely big enough for me, you go to bed, I'll be fine." I nodded and rose from the sofa and took one last look at Draco, who refused to look at me and made my way silently to the bedroom.