A/N: There, it will take some time to make this a full length-fic, but I'll do it, I swear.
Draco dragged himself out of bed, groaning. It had been two weeks since he last was with his mate, and Draco felt dizzy and sick. He vomited the little he had eaten into the toiled, before he cleaned up, and dragged himself back to his bed. He really had to get in touch with Potter again, before they both died or something. He looked out the window, and sighed. He didn't like being sick, but there was no other way out right now. He just had to get that bloody potion done, and then at least Potter would be free from him.
He turned over to his stomach, and closed his eyes, trying to gain some strenght. He had to find Potter, he didn't want to die just yet. But right now, he'd just sleep a little more…
"Draco? Draco, get your lazy ass moving, you've been lying like this for weeks!" Blaise said, throwing something at him. Draco groaned, and pulled the covers over his head, and turned around.
"I've told you, I'm a fucking veela! I can't decide when my fucking mate decides to pay me a visit!" Of course Slytherin had to know about that little detail, or he'd be screwed. Blaise dropped down on his bed, and stared at Draco.
"Have you thought about that Potter might be just as sick as you are? And remember, he's not used to it whatsoever. I'm not pitying him, because I can't stand him, but I think you should concider that before you kill both yourself and him." Draco sighed, and sat up. If he were to make his way all over to Gryffindor Towel to see Potter, he had to get some help.
"Well, do you mind helping me over to Gryffindor Towel to see the brat?" Draco hissed, and Blaise grinned at him. He then hoisted Draco into a standing position, and pulled him with him. If Draco had been feeling better, he'd fix himself up before he went out, but no such luck. He just let Blaise drag him with him to the Gryffindor Towel.
"Potter?" Blaise suddenly said, surprise clearly visible in his voice. Draco raised his head, but when he saw what was in front of him, he wished he never did. There Potter was, as exhausted and sick as he was, in the arms of another man. And not just any other man, it was that damn veela-guy who was holding him, arms around his wrist and hands under his shirt. Potter looked limp and sick, and Draco tried straightning up. Blaise had to grab a hold of his shirt though, because he slowly tipped to one side.
"Malfoy," Potter said, surprised. The veela-guy still had a firm hold on him, and Draco felt his blood boil when he saw his hands devour the warmth of Potter's tanned flesh. So he tried rushing over to create a dramatic effect, but when Blaise had to support him all the way, it didn't quite work. The veela-guy raised an eyebrow, and looked at Draco from top to toe. Draco sent him a deadly glare, before he looked at Potter. He wouldn't touch him or anything if Potter didn't want to be touched.
"Potter," Draco started, but Potter just pushed himself away from the wall, and embraced Draco. Draco's eyes grew wide in surprise, but then he felt Potter's husky breath on his neck, and he knew he needed this just as much as he did himself.
"I'm not doing this because I still think you're in love with me. I'm doing this because we'll both perish if we don't." Draco nodded, and held Potter tightly. He knew he couldn't convince him otherwise just now, but later, later…
"Come on," Potter mumbled after a while, and pulled Draco with him. He sent one look in the veela-guys direction, and smiled apologizingly.
"I'm sorry, Andrew. I guess I'll meet you later," he said, and the veela-guy – Andrew – smiled at him, and sent Draco a glare.
"Yes, of course, Harry. I'll see you later, good luck." And with that, he left. Draco gritted his teeth together, but decided not to think about it, and followed Potter into the Gryffindor Tower. Blaise had left too, and there were hardly anyone in the common room. So Potter pulled Draco with him upstairs, and ripped off his shirt. He was still weak, but even just the little touch not long ago helped. Draco followed Potter's example, and sat down on the bed. Potter joined him, and signalized for him to creep under the covers with him. He wrapped his arms around him, trying to touch as much skin as possible.
Draco remembered when the roles were switched, and it was Draco craving for more touching, and Draco being the demanding one. Now it was Potter who had his arms wrapped around him, and it was Potter who ordered Draco around.
"Why do you have to be such an ass, Draco?" Potter suddenly mumbled, nuzzling his nose in Draco's hair.
"Why do you have to flirt with that guy?" Draco replied, wrapping his arms tighter around Potter. He would never say it out loud, but he was jelaous like hell, and if he could, he'd blow that shit into pieces. Potter laughed a little, then he ran a finger down Draco's spine.
"Are you jelaous, Draco?" he mumbled, and Draco groaned to tell him how stupid he was. He didn't reply, though, he just scooted a little closer. Just a little more, a little more warmth…
"Hey." No reply. He tried again. "Hey!" Still no reply.
Potter had his arms wrapped so closely around Draco he found it hard to breathe, so no way if he could leave. And Potter was still sleeping. Draco felt so much better, but now he needed some space.
"Potter, get up," Draco said loudly, and poked Potter's ribs. The other who slept in the same room as Potter had left long ago, so Draco didn't need to worry about waking someone up.
"Hmm?" Potter mumbled, snuggling a little closer. Draco bit his lip, and tried to wriggle out of the touch.
"Potter, you're choking me," he said irritated, and Potter looked down at him, grinning drowsily. Then he made a face, and sat up. Draco sighed, and stretched his body firmly. Then he looked over at Potter, who suddenly looked a bit sick again.
"What? You're not well yet?" Draco asked, but Potter just looked away, hands under the covers. Draco's eyes travelled south, and then he smirked. He came closer to Potter's ear, and bit the earlobe carefully.
"Knock it off, Malfoy," Potter sneered, but Draco just giggled. He slipped one hand under the covers, pushed away Potter's, and massaged the bulge in his pants.
"Had any wet dreams this night, Potter?" he purred, rubbing harder. Potter moaned, and dropped back. He arched his back into the touch, and closed his eyes, as small sounds of pleasure escaped his lips. Draco bent down to kiss him, devouring his taste firmly. He had missed that taste.
Then he went down, pulling Potter's pyjamapants off. He stroke Potter's erection a few times, before he closed his mouth around it, swirling his tongue over the head. Potter gasped, and arched his back into the touch. Draco gagged slightly, before he relaxed his throat and hummed lightly.
"Fuck, Draco," Potter mumbled, grabbing Draco's blonde hair. Draco looked up, to find Potter gasping for breath already, and he had his eyes shut tightly. Draco made a quick decition, and pulled down his own pants, while still sucking Potter slowly. Then he quickly stroke himself a few times, before he sat up, releasing Potter's very hard member from his mouth.
"No," Potter mumbled, and opened his eyes. He blushed furiously when he saw what Draco was up to, though, and shut his mouth.
Draco was hoovering over Potter's hips, knees down in the matress on each side of Potter's body. His erection was standing proudly, and he was looking down, his hand wrapped around Potter's own erection. He had himself positioned over Potter's erection, which was wet and slick with salvia. Then he lowered himself, taking a sharp breath when the pain ripped through his body. Potter moaned, and pushed upwards, filling Draco completely. The blonde let out a small whince of pain, and Potter pulled him down. He kissed his forehead lightly, and stroke his hands down the blonde's back.
"Are you all right?" Potter mumbled, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest. The tightness around him was almost unbearable, and he wanted to move so badly. Draco nodded, and pushed himself up again, so that he was riding Potter in some sort of way. Then he pushed himself up, feeling Potter's erection twitch lightly, before he sat down again.
He soon created a steady rhythm, pushing himself up and sitting down again. Potter held his hips firmly at first, but as the pace quickened, he dug his nails deeper and deeper. Soon he raised his hips to meet his motions, and Draco moaned loudly.
"Damn…" Potter said, his breath hitched. Draco just continued his motions, up and down, up and down. The sound that came when their hips smacked together drove Draco mad, and he felt himself close to coming.
"Potter," Draco breathed, as he seated himself completely, coming hard all over Potter's body. Potter sat up quickly, and wrapped his arms around Draco's body, pushing upwards one last time. The feeling of being filled was wonderful, and Draco let out a small sound of pleasure. Then Potter went limp, and he pulled himself out of Draco. He fell back on the bed, closing his eyes and panting heavily. Draco was still sitting on top of him, exhausted but pleased. Then he did the unthinkable: he lied down on top of Potter, wrapping his arms around Potter's tanned body. The latter looked at him, before he wrapped his arms around his sholders.
"Merlin, Draco," Potter mumbled, nuzzling his nose in Draco's damp hair. The blonde huffed, and closed his eyes tightly.
"I don't want you to meet him," Draco mumbled back, holding him closer. Potter fell silent, before he stroke a hand through his hair.
"Why not? I can have friends, even if I'm with you, you know." Draco sat up, staring at his mate. Then he turned his back towards him, and crossed his arms over his chest.
"He don't want to be just your friend," he sneered, and Potter sighed. He sat up, and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist from behind. He rested his head on Draco's shoulder, and sighed again.
"Are you jelaous of him, Draco? You're my mate. I can't abandon you." Draco stiffened, and got to his feet, trying to find his clothes. Potter quickly got out of the bed too, and held Draco close, refusing him to leave.
"What is it?" he mumbled, and Draco huffed, looking away.
"So you're just sticking with me because I'm your mate?" Potter turned him around, so that he was facing him, and forced him to look at him.
"No, I chose it myself, you know. Please, we just made up, sort of. Can't we go one day without fighting?" Draco looked down, even if Potter still had a grip on his chin, but he wrapped his arms around his waist.
"I don't know," he mumbled, and Potter sighed. Then he pulled him in for a hug, his tanned arms wrapped around the blonde's shoulders. Then he pulled him over to the bed, where they lied down. Potter wrapped the covers around them, stroking Draco's naked back lightly.
"Go to sleep again. We can lose one more day," Potter mumbled, and Draco sighed, closing his eyes. He was right. He could lose one more day, if he got to spend it with him.
A/N: Well, it wasn't the longest chapter, but it's a chapter, neh? Well, I hope you'll all like it, because I think I am pleased with it. But I'm happy all day now, because we have the most wonderful weather! :D happy face