Chapter 3:
A/N: And since something happened with the copy/paste function the last time I posted a chapter, and the sentence ended up saying: "And I'd like to dedicate this chapter to for giving me ideas", which doesn't make sence at all. So now, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to someone, and not just " "! So, this chapter is dedicated to Raelin Lupin for giving me wonderful ideas!
Disclaimers: Do I have to go through this ever time? --' Well, I don't own them. They'd be doing slashy things if I did.
Draco made his way towards the prefects bathroom, going as fast as he could. He didn't meet anyone, so when he got there, he slipped inside, and closed the door behind him. He was early, Potter wasn't there. He groaned, disappointed, but started to undress. He might as well be ready for him when he finally came. He placed all of his clothes neatly on a chair, and walked over to the pool-big bathtub, and started turning on the taps. He had some fun with the bubbles and such, and didn't notice the door being opened. He was bent over a tap, watching the pink bubbles float over the water.
"If you do that one more time, I'll take you without warning," a voice said, and Draco spun around. Potter was standing in the door, staring at Draco's slender, white body. The latter smirked, and walked over to him, placing his hands on his hips.
"Then why don't you get undressed?" he purred, and Potter groaned, but did as the blonde told him to. When he was completely naked, it was clear that Potter was just as horny as Draco was. Draco smirked, and wrapped his hand around Potter's semi-erection. Then he pressed a kiss to his lips, and started walking towards the tub, still holding Potter in his hand. The brunette let out a small sound, but followed him, staying as close as possible. Draco squeezed his erection lightly, and felt it grow in his hand. When he got to the tub, he turned around, and wrapped his arms around Potter's neck. He kissed him hungrily, and raised one leg to wrap it around his waist. Potter moaned into his mouth, and pulled him closer, grabbing his ass and lifting him up, so that Draco could wrap both legs around him.
"I'm glad you've already prepared the tub," Potter mumbled against his lips, and Draco pushed his hips into Potter's.
"So get down, Potter," he answered, and the other boy obeyed. Draco squirmed when the warm water floated around his naked body, and bit down on Potter's delicate neck. The latter moaned, and turned around, pushing Draco up against the edge of the pool. He was rubbing himself against the blonde, desperately trying to create friction. Draco giggled, and slowly raised his hips, so that Potter's erection was nudging against his entrance.
"Fuck, Draco," Potter mumbled, slipping one hand down the other boy's body and over his hard limb, before he grabbed his own, and pushed himself slowly inside Draco. He moaned loudly, and grabbed the edge of the pool to steady himself. He let out a small sound of discomfort when Potter started moving, but the pleasure was putting the pain far behind and in the shadows.
"Harder," Draco demanded, and Potter pushed his hips upwards, making Draco's slender body slam against the cold tiles. He repeated the action, and Draco was surprised to find himself so close to coming. He thought Potter was just as close, since his movements sped up and became more and more desperate. So he clenched his muscles around the other boy, and Potter gasped, pushing into Draco more forcefully, while leaning into him and resting his head on his shoulder. He too was holding the edge of the pool, and used that support to drag himself forward and into Draco, before he pushed away again, and then back into him.
"Potter," Draco moaned loudly, and a hand gripped his head, forcing it back. He felt Potter's tounge lick his lips, before it travelled over his jaw and down his neck.
"Draco," he panted back, still holding his hair. He pushed in one more time, and then his body trembled, while Draco felt him explode inside. Potter released Draco's hair, and he pulled out. Draco moaned out his disappointment, but didn't have time to complain, because the dark haired boy lifted him out of the pool and up on the edge of the pool, stroking his white thighs carefully. Draco's erection was pointing straight into the air, and Potter wasted no time on foreplay: he almost swallowed it whole. Draco felt his body shake, and he grabbed Potter's hair, firmly thrusting in and out of his mouth, moaning his delight. It didn't take long for him to come, and soon he could pull Potter out of the pool, and cuddle with him on the cold tiles.
Draco pulled a towel over them, and shivered slightly. It was cold, lying like this, but he prefered staying close to the only person who could make him feel fully happy while being cold, than to be safe and warm in his own bed, alone.
"Maybe we should be getting back," Potter mumbled, making small circles with his tumb on Draco's wet neck. Draco groaned his dismay, and thightened his grip around Potter's waist. He snuggled his nose into the wet skin on his shoulder, and bit down lightly.
"I don't want to. Stay here." Potter didn't respond to this. He just sighed, and pulled Draco closer.
Draco was walking towards the Great Hall to eat dinner, when he met Longbottom again. This time, the boy didn't look that nervous, and he was holding something in his hand. Draco peered down, and frowned. It was the plant he had asked for.
"So you found it, Longbottom?" Draco asked, not bothering to make his voice polite or less frightening. Longbottom nodded, and pushed the plant into Draco's hand. He had a determined look on his face, so Draco waited. He couldn't look that determined if he wasn't going to ask Draco something. And he had been right.
"What do you need that plant for? I looked it up, since I wasn't exactly sure how to use it, and it's the main ingrediense in the only known potion to separate a veela from it's mate. Why, Malfoy?" he asked, looking at him with those damn puppy-eyes. Draco shrugged. He didn't want to explain this to the chubby Gryffindor, but he was in Potter's house, and it could easily slip.
"Because I want my mate to have a way to run off if he want to, without dying." Longbottom sighed loudly.
"Malfoy, you can die. There's only one person who actually survived that, and the veela died. Now, how would you cope with that if Harry died?" Draco almost fell to his feet. How the fuck did Longbottom know that Potter was his mate?
"How'd you know?" Draco asked, his voice trembling. Damn, I wish this fucking trembling would stop! Longbottom smiled a little.
"It's obvious, Malfoy. But please, tell me you're not going to brew that potion. I can't stop you if you want to, but I know that Harry won't back out. If he did it by his own free will – which I guess, since you're trying to be nice to him – he wouldn't want you to do this." Draco just shrugged. This guy had nothing to do about it: he could just back off, now that Draco had thanked him for the favour and even told him what he was going to do with it.
"Mind your own business, Longbottom," he sneered, before he stroked past him, and walked on to the Great Hall.
Before he actually got into the hall, he was stopped by a crowd. They were all facing the door, and Draco stood on the tip of his toes to see if there was anything interesting there. Suddenly, a pair of hands was placed on his hips, and lifted him off the ground, allowing him to see. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, and relaxed when Potter's emerald eyes peered up at him. He turned his head around again, and looked directly at the door. Obviously, there was someone coming, someone important.
"Look, there he is," a girl whispered in front of him, nudging her friend in the side. Draco snorted: that's why he didn't like girls. They were too… Draco didn't even have the words.
"Can you put me down?" he said softly over his shoulder, and he was pulled into an embrace by Potter, his feet finally on the floor again. Potter nuzzled his nose into the crook of Draco's neck, breathing softly against his skin. Draco shrugged.
"Wonder who it is," he mumbled, and Potter stroke his hands over Draco's stomach. The latter grabbed his wrists, and held them still.
"I don't care," Potter giggled, and tried to free himself from Draco's grip. Draco just sighed, rolled his eyes, and let Potter run his hands under his shirt. It didn't hurt, if people didn't want to watch, they could just close their eyes or look away. Draco was busy studying the front door.
"Look, look!" the girl in front of him shrieked, and Draco focused his eyes on the tall, blonde guy by the door. He narrowed his eyes, and frowned. Veela. Of course Draco could recognize someone with veela-blood in their veins, and this guy defiently had it. More than Draco. If he had to guess, he'd guess that this guy's mom was a veela by the amound of charm he leaked out. Draco looked around, and wasn't surprised to find that many stunned faces, drooling mouths and empty eyes. Damn, this guy will need a lifeguard during his year or years here, Draco thought, frowning again. He turned around, and gritted his teeth. Potter too had the same look on his face, only a bit different. Draco spun completely around, and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at him.
"Hey, don't look at him," he said, his voice hard. Potter shook his head to clear up, then he smiled and kissed Draco on the lips.
"Sorry. He's partly veela, right?" he asked, and Draco nodded.
"A lot more than I am. If I should guess, I'd say that his mom's a veela." Potter nodded, shot the guy a quick glance, before he grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him away. Draco gladly followed: he didn't feel comfortable around other veela's, only those related to him.
Potter pulled him around a corner, and pinned Draco to the wall, kissing him furiously. Draco was surprised, but kissed back gladly. He felt Potter's hand on his back, caressing the bare skin under his sweater, and Draco smiled slightly. He liked it when Potter went desperate. But when he started to pull on Draco's pants, he actually had to pull away. He narrowed his eyes, and another frown graced his lips when he saw the familiar expression. Potter had been hit by both the other veela's charm and Draco's, and was drugged down like a cat during castrating.
"Potter, get a grip," Draco snapped, pushing the dark haired boy away. He did like kissing Potter, touching him and sleeping with him, but he did not like drugging him down with his veela-charm.
"Draco," he whinced, and pulled Draco back. Draco didn't turn around: instead, he ripped away his arm and walked on.
"Potter, you got hit by both mine and that other guys charm, and you are not thinking clear. Now, go take a shower or something, whatever you do after a wet dream or something." Potter just groaned, and walked up to Draco, grabbing his hand.
"I know that I am stuffed full of veela-charm right now, but does it matter?" Draco didn't hold his hand back, he just simply let the other boy hold his limp hand in his own.
"It does matter to me. How would you feel if you messed around with someone, and the next time you met them, they pretended not to know you?" Potter stopped abruptly, and dropped Draco's hand. The blonde turned around, and was shocked to see the twisted and hurt expression on Potter's face.
"So this is just 'messing around' for you?" he asked, his voice low. Draco sighed, and ran a hand over his eyes.
"I did not say that." Potter's expression didn't improve.
"You did." Draco opened his mouth to answer him, but Potter just shook his head. He still looked mad. What the heck is wrong with him? People just don't get pissed this easily! Draco thought, frustrated. Potter turned his back to him, and started walking.
"See you later, Malfoy," he called over his shoulder, leaving Draco groaning frustrated to himself.
A/N: Soo, I managed to get another chapter up! Are you proud of me? And remember, I wrote this while watching "1408" by Stephen King or at least a movie after his book, so sorry if it sucks. Reviews are love.