Always nice to see more favorites and subscribers each chapter! Thank you StarkidJordan and HonoraryLoser for your continuous support. I hope I can continue to please my readers. Also, I'm doing another story here soon alongside this one. They have NO connection, but I had this wicked dream that I want to elaborate on. It'll be another Draco POV, but he will be straight (sad day) but still a traitor to his blood line. I'm excited and you should be too! I'll keep you updated on it. Sorry it's been taking so long to update, but I am 39 weeks pregnant, and have been running around with my head cut off trying to get everything ready.
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Alright, it's been two hours since my….encounter with Harry. I didn't see him on my way back in, probably for the best, and I haven't been able to sleep since I got back. I just wish I knew what he was thinking. I probably blew it. Sigh. I flop back onto my pillow and stare out the "window" next to my bed. That's one of the downsides to having a dungeon common room: none of our windows are real. There is just a nifty spell on them that reflects what we would be looking at if we weren't underground. My window is a beautiful image of the lake, just silently rippling there. I jump a little when I hear the door to the dormitory open and with a quick wave of my wand I shut the curtains around my four poster bed. Closing my eyes I drift into nightmares with thoughts of what tomorrow might bring.
The thick emerald curtains around my bed prevent any artificial sunlight to reach me, so it isn't until Blaise rips them open and starts shouting, "Get up you lazy prat time for breakfast," that I actually care enough to move. I roll over and stretch, completely forgetting that I am shirtless. I hear a multitude of gasps before I am conscious enough to realize I just exposed all the sixth year boys to my dark mark. Blushing I quickly throw the blanket over my pale body up to my chin. "Draco, since when," Blaise finally gets up the courage to ask. "Shut it Blaise," I reach over and grab my bathrobe, "If any of you say a word to anyone, I will kill you. Try me." The silence around me tells me I made my point and I strut to the shower. No matter how much I am hurting on the inside, I can't lose the Malfoy image. It's none of their business anyway. "I must write to mother soon," I think to myself as I let the cold water run all over me.
Thankfully I took long enough in the shower to make them all head down to breakfast without me. I slip into my best jeans and pick out a dark blue button up shirt. I leave it untucked, hoping to look a little less uptight, and somewhere in the back of my head, a little voice was saying, "And more acceptable to the Gryffindors." Pushing that thought aside, I grab my bag which is mostly empty. I know there is no class, but I'll be damned if I leave my journal and my writings where these children can get their grubby little hands on them. Especially if they really read them, they will know about Harry, about me, and that cannot happen.
As I enter the Great Hall, I try to avoid passing let alone looking at the Gryffindor table. Unfortunately for me, it seems as though everyone is making sure I do. As I pass behind the Weasley girl, I notice she has been crying. My not-so-stone-cold heart makes me want to stop and comfort her, since she is Harry's friend, but I must keep up the Malfoy image. No matter what. I glance down the table, looking for him, and I sigh with relief that he has his back to me. Quietly, I walk by him, praying that he ignores me. Does he? Of course not. Just as I pass by the older Weasley, I hear Harry stand up and say, "Malfoy." The mudblood on his other side starts whining saying, "Oh Harry don't you'll get into trouble again," but par for course, he doesn't listen.
Turning slowly, I can feel all eyes on us. He marches towards me angrily, but something in his eyes tells me to not be afraid. He is so close to my face, I can smell his toothpaste from this morning. He whispers, "Thanks for last night, I'm not sure how I feel yet, just give me time. Now look angry and tell me not to insult your father." I stare at him blankly for a few seconds, taking in everything he just said before growling at him, "My father will be avenged Potter, just you wait. Watch your back. He won't be the one coming for you. Not this time." I turn on my heel, no longer hungry, but wanting to escape somewhere, anywhere.
I find a small corridor in the dungeons, and take up residence there. The mark is burning, it has been for days. I roll up my sleeve and wave my wand over it, hoping to find something that would numb it. Nothing works, so I angrily rip my sleeve back down and sit there crying. It's childish I know, but marks like these, I don't know how Harry does it. Hearing footsteps, I slip behind a pillar, since I don't care to have anyone see my cheeks tear-stained. Suddenly they stop. "I know you're here Draco. Please come out." Slowly I slide out of my hiding place, and sure enough, there stands Harry. He rushes at me and throws his arms around me.
"Draco, why are you crying," he asks as he wipes the tears from my face. I don't answer, but cry harder into his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head and strokes my hair whispering, "Please Draco, please. Tell me my sweet." I sniffle and look him in the eyes, those beautiful eyes, "Promise you won't get mad, no matter what? I didn't choose this Harry, I really didn't." Harry looks at me puzzled as I pull out of his grasp and slowly roll up my sleeve. The Dark Mark is a deep black and looks alive. Clearly, the Dark Lord is calling for a summons; luckily Professor Snape and I are excused due to holding an image.
I hear him gasp and take a step back, "Maybe it was too early to show him," I think to myself as I wait for him to say something. It seems like it takes him forever to even exhale. "Draco, why? I thought you had to be of age," he whispers. I whimper and look at his emerald eyes. They don't show any fear or anger, not at me. At me, they show compassion. "I have a job here Harry. I can't tell you. If I do, they will kill mother and father. Once it's complete, you will never speak to me again. I can tell you this right now. I know you are confused, but before you shut me out, please, one last kiss."
He stands there motionless. I look away and nod. He kisses my forehead and takes my face in his hands, "Draco, I'm unsure about all of my feelings. Please. Don't assume anything. For now, I am in limbo. I can't undo last night, but I can apologize." I look at him confused, what could he possibly have to apologize for? He pauses a moment and sighs, "I'm sorry if I led you on and then upset you. Just, let me try something with Ginny, and then you and I will meet up again and I will tell you what I feel exactly. Until then," he pauses again, "You're mine."
Suddenly, there he is, on top of me. His hands gripping my belt loops pulling my hips into his. I growl quietly and throw my arms around him, pulling his face to mine. Once he is secured to my lips, I slide my hands up the back of his shirt and pull his chest to mine. I can feel his heart beating faster as he fumbles with the buttons on my shirt. Breaking the kiss, I move to his neck and gently nibble on the soft spot under his jaw bone while pulling his sweater over his head. He rips my shirt open finally and lays me back, his tongue tracing circles across my chest. I pull his face back to mine, and he presses his chest to mine. Skin to skin for the first time. I can't help but moan.
Just as quick as it started, it ended. Someone was heading down the corridor, nearing the bend where we were. Harry jumps up, slides his sweater on, and fixes his glasses before pulling out his invisibility cloak and disappearing. I had just enough time to finish buttoning my shirt and sit against the wall before that mudblood rounded the corner. She looks at me, and then scoffs before strutting down the corridor. From the looks of it, she is heading to Slughorn's office. "Harry," I whisper into the darkness, but I get no reply. Sighing, I drag myself back up to the Entrance Hall and out the door. I look around at the other students before heading out the doors and down to the Qudditch pitch. Flying always clears my head.
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I will have the title to my other story in the next chapter. I'm still unsure as to what to call it. Thanks again everyone.