These characters do not belong to me. But I promise they're not doing anything they didn't want already ;)
Potter is a slippery bastard. I haven't seen him once besides mealtimes, and it's been four days. I've had thoughts about doing something drastic, like kidnapping one of the Musketeers. But it seems like it'd be more trouble than it's worth.
So I sit in the Great Hall, drinking pumpkin juice and contemplating the nature of my own existence, waiting for him to come in.
It's 9:30. He strolls through the door with messy hair and sleepy eyes. I watch him eat alone. Not too unusual, even for the Chosen One. The Gryffindor table is usually pretty empty on Saturday mornings.
He takes his time eating. I probably look increasingly odd, just sitting there, drinking juice and reading the Prophet. But really, who's around to notice? I don't give a fuck about what any of these people think.
Eventually, he stands up and wanders out. I wait a few moments, and then follow with a considerable distance between us. He meanders up the staircase. I quicken my pace slightly. We get up to the third floor before I yell at him.
"Potter!"
He jumps, and wheels around.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" He draws himself up, narrowing his eyes at me.
"We've got some important matters to discuss." I casually draw my wand out.
"Expelliarmus!" we both shout at the same time.
Our wands go flying into the air. I dive for my wand, he dives for me. He fucking tackles me. We're rolling around on the floor. Then he's got my arms pinned above my head.
I kick him off, and go for my wand again.
"Incarcerous." Ropes fly from the tip of my wand and bind themselves around his wrists and ankles. I grab his wand and pocket it.
"Merlin, Potter," I'm breathing heavily, "are you incapable of having a civilized conversation with someone?"
"Let me go!" He's struggling against the ropes uselessly.
I think my response over for a moment. There's no way to phrase it eloquently. And who knows how much time I have before someone walks by?
I bend down and hold my wand to his throat.
"You've been fucking stalking me."
He goes still. I can almost see the gears turning in his head, trying to figure out what I know.
"What are you talking about?" He sets his jaw defiantly.
"I heard you and Longbottom in the hospital wing," I spit. "Maybe one of these days you should learn how to cast a proper Silencing Charm."
He doesn't say anything. Just looks up at me.
"Now, I don't really care if you go spreading it around to all your little friends that I'm a Death Eater. Hell, get an angry mob together. I could give a fuck. But if you ever tell anybody about what I did with Zabini, I will personally hunt down every person you've ever cared for and torture them to insanity. Do I make myself clear?"
I don't quite understand the look in his eyes. But I don't really have time to think about it. I can hear footsteps coming up the hallway. I wave the ropes away, and stand up quickly.
"One word, Potter. Just one, and all your friends are dead."
I throw his wand back at him and storm off. I take maybe ten steps before I almost run into Snape.
"Going somewhere, Draco?" He half-raises an eyebrow.
Fuck. What did I forget to do now? Duck and cover.
"Professor," I smile smarmily," I was just on my way to see you."
Snape looks down the hallway. I don't even need to turn around. I just know Potter's sprawled out on the ground, looking stupid.
"Enjoying the comforts of the castle floor, are we, Mr. Potter?"
"Erm, yeah, I was… just leaving."
He practically slinks by. Eyes to the ground, looking like a guilty puppy. I don't understand the world anymore.
Snape watches him until he rounds the corner. Then he turns those cold eyes back on me. He doesn't even have to say it. I already know. He throws up a quick Silencing Charm.
Why are you wasting our time?
"A cursed amulet, Draco?" Though he's speaking quietly, it feels like he's slapping me across the face. "Surely you don't believe Albus Dumbledore is that gullible?"
"Well, what would you have me do? Waltz into his office and toss out the Killing Curse? I'm doing the best that I can."
"Clearly, your best is far from good enough… What about the cabinets?"
"It's a slow process."
"Time is running short. Lest you forget, both of our lives are on the line."
So many things I want to say. Stuff it down, stuff it down, stuff it down.
"I'll go work on the cabinets tonight." I barely manage to form the words. It's fine. Who needs sleep anyway?
Snape waves away his charm, and walks off.
Alone again.
Time is quickly slipping away and Pansy won't fucking leave. She's just sitting there on the edge of my bed, giggling hysterically.
"Fancy a tumble, love?" She's already taking her shirt off. Good lord, no bra.
"Pansy, you're drunk."
I'm just pacing back and forth, trying not to look at her. I can't deal with this right now. There aren't words.
"Draco, why won't you look at me?"
I can already hear the drunken tears coming on. I sigh, and meet her eyes. The poor dear. She looks nearly hysterical. Red cheeks, messy hair, shining eyes…
"You don't love me anymore! You think I'm ugly!" And she's collapsed, sobbing, rolling around on my sheets. Great. Perfect. This couldn't possibly get any better.
"No, no, it's not that… I just have things I need to do tonight." I sink down and pat her on the back gingerly.
"Who are you fucking?" She's crying so hard I can hardly hear her.
"What?"
"You're fucking somebody else. I know you are."
"Pansy, that's ridiculous. Who would I be fucking?"
"It's that slut Millicent isn't it?"
"Don't be stupid. She looks like a bulldog."
"You never touch me anymore."
There's only one way out. Gently, I roll her over onto her back and climb on top. Her breath catches. I slowly press my lips against hers.
"I'm not sleeping with any other girls. I promise," I whisper. It's not exactly a lie. "I have to go. But you can stay here if you like. I'll be back in a few hours."
She nods tearfully. I cover her with a blanket before exiting the room. I suppose being a Prefect has its advantages. At least there's nobody around to see what a mess my life is turning into.
It's not too late yet, but the halls are empty and quiet. It's a long walk up to the seventh floor. I pace in front of the invisible doorway. And I just think over and over again, I need to find the Room of Hidden Things.
A door appears. It's different every time. Today it's a rounded oak piece with a brass handle. I twist the knob and step inside.
The usual mountains of mess are there. A man could spend his entire life rifling through this junk and never see half of it. It's almost like a maze. I weave through to the center. The cabinet is still there. I open it. No apples.
There's a noise behind me. I turn around, wand in hand. There's a pack of doxies flitting around in here somewhere, always causing trouble.
But what stumbles around the corner, is a different sort of trouble entirely.
"Hi."
Harry Potter is standing there, with dilated pupils, and a stupid grin slapped across his face.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I can barely get the words out.
"I don't know, really," he shrugs, "I just felt like this was the place I should be."
He's walking around, picking up random objects off of the tables and studying them intently. His movements are awkward and unsteady. He takes a shiny gold crown off one of the piles and places it on his head.
"There, now I'm king."
"Are you high?" I lower my wand slightly. Nobody ever told me how to handle this sort of situation.
"Maybe a bit. I just had a wonderful talk with Professor Slughorn. Down at Hagrid's." He sets the crown back on the table it came from.
"What?"
"Drank a little of that liquid luck stuff. It's marvelous. I got in and out of things without any trouble at all."
I must have fallen asleep back on my bed with Pansy. There's no way that Harry fucking Potter is standing in the Room of Hidden Things, rambling at me, while he's tripping out on Felix Felicis.
"What about you? Why are you in here?" He walks over to me and takes a long look at the cabinet.
"That's really none of your business, Potter," I snarl as a reflex more than anything.
"I'm sure it isn't, but it's a good question all the same. Don't you think?"
Without warning, he pulls the door open, and reaches inside. I don't even have time to react. He's standing right beside me, holding an apple.
"What a funny thing to find in an old dresser," he giggles.
Wait… it worked?
"Give me that," I snap and grab the fruit. It's real.
"Were you looking for that? Is that what you're doing here?" He's just looking at me with those big green eyes, soft, and happy, and… why is this happening? He's talking to me like we're not sworn enemies. Maybe he's so out of it he doesn't even know who I am.
I should hex him. I should kill him right now. Maybe the spell will bounce back and hit me, since he's on liquid luck. Either way my problems would be solved.
Maybe I get lost in his eyes, just for a second.
Then he's taken those crucial steps forward, and his tongue is in my open-in-a-gasp mouth. My brain melts. Tiny sparks are racing through my body, setting my blood on fire. He tastes like peppermint.
Shit. Fuck.
I push him away.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're playing at?" I'm shaking. My dick is rock hard. I can't decide whether or not to be angry about it.
Potter just shrugs, staring at my lips.
"We hate each other. This is the first time you've said more than a few sentences without throwing a hex at me." I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
He doesn't say anything. He just pushes me back against the cupboard and kisses me again. It's intoxicating. My head is spinning. I almost forget to breathe.
His hands are on my hips, holding onto me like a lead life-vest. I'm drowning and floating at the same time.
I'm not in control of my body. My dick is stretching out the fabric of my trousers and my tongue is parrying his advances. Traitor.
This isn't happening. This can't be happening.
When did I put my arms around his neck?
He pulls back, just for a second, and he's staring into my soul. The deep green is vividly alive. I can feel my heart pounding in my throat. I'm dizzy. If he weren't holding me up, I might fall over.
"You have pretty eyes," he laughs softly.
He traces his fingers along my belt. His hands meet in the middle and with a swift motion he unbuckles it.
I have to get out of here. This is insanity. But my brain seems to have ceased all higher functions. I can't move.
I'd call it an out of body experience if I didn't feel it so intensely. The zipper goes down. My trousers fall. I don't have time to be worried about it, because he's kissing me again. It's like a drug. There's no choice in it. I kiss back because I need it.
I have to suppress a moan. His hand is wrapped around my cock. He gives it a small squeeze. I see stars.
I'm not sure how he managed to distract me during the whole, him getting naked from the waist down thing—but that's what's happening. I know I'm staring. I could give a fuck.
Maybe majestic isn't the right word, but it's the first thing that comes to mind.
That's got to be the thickest dick I've ever seen. The length isn't altogether that intimidating, maybe six inches. But damn.
He's smiling at me, biting his lip slightly. Is he going to try and fuck me? At this point, I'm not sure if there'd be much use in saying no. I'm not even sure I don't want it.
Shit.
Fuck.
Damn it all to hell.
Is it weird to be thinking about punching him in the face right now?
Oh god.
He presses his hard and dripping dick up against mine, wraps his hand around both of us, and starts to grind.
The sensation is incredible. He's thrusting against the sweet spot, right underneath the head. I'm holding on to him for support.
The tension is building much too quickly. But he's dribbling pre-cum all over me. The raw sexuality of it has me teetering at the edge of the abyss. I start to match his movements. His ragged breathing pushes me into a sort of hysteria.
Please don't stop.
He grunts, low and deep. It's almost too much. It feels so good it hurts.
And then there's cum on my shirt. He drenches me. The wet heat sends me involuntarily reeling over the edge.
My body goes tense, and stays that way. The orgasm tidal waves into panic quicker than I can blink.
We're still holding onto each other, breathing heavily. I'm sweating, and shaking, and I have no idea why my eyes are so wet. Are those rage or sadness tears? I feel like both things could be appropriate.
I let go and carefully step away from him. As I pull up my trousers and cast a few Cleaning Charms, I carefully arrange my face into an unreadable expression.
Stuff it down. Stuff it down. Stuff it down. Everything goes into its own little compartment and gets locked away. There isn't an emotion in the world that can't be repressed.
Potter is dressed again, just standing there, awkwardly.
I bite my lip to keep from saying anything stupid.
It takes almost all the self-control I have to start walking out of there, calm and measured.
"Malfoy… where are you going?"
I walk a little faster, but I don't break into a run until I'm out of the room and far down the corridor.
I don't even know what I'm running away from.
But there's this vague sense of doom. If I stop for even a moment, reality might catch up with me.
I can't afford to fall apart.
I just can't.
I will post faster with more encouragement. Next chapter there will be sexy sex :D