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Chapter 11- What Have I Done?

Friday

Draco groaned, rolling over in his bed- regretting the fifth of fire whiskey he consumed the night before. He looked over to the bed next to his. The very vacant bed.

No Harry. Guess he never came home he thought as he wrapped his blankets over him. He would eventually come back. Right?

Somehow he knew deep down he wasn't. He'd really screwed up this time. He was just so blinded by rage these days he never thought twice. Harry was his, not Blaise's. What about him? His best friend was kissing HIS Harry. Merlin knew what else. He wasn't one to let people get what was his. He was a Malfoy after all.

Except this wasn't just anybody. It was Harry. His Harry. His sweet, innocent, sometimes naive Harry. His even dark Harry at times.

He should have just told Harry he loved him. Why hadn't he? It's not like the man wouldn't believe him. It's what he wanted. For the love of Salazar, he probably was. It wasn't healthy the amount of obsession he had for the man. Except he didn't... love people. Wanted them sure. Shagged them, of course. Love just wasn't something he did.

Expect for some reason falling in love with Harry didn't seem to appal him like it usual would. The man was attractive enough, didn't bore him like most people did and made him feel things he normally wouldn't.

It all boiled down to one thing.

He missed Harry.

And that fact made him want to curl up and never leave his bed. If only his father could see him now. Except wasn't that why he was in this mess to begin with. Wanting to get back at Harry for everything he'd done. He shouldn't care what that annoying ex-Gryffindor thought of him. So what if he slept with Dean Thomas. So what if Harry didn't ever want to speak with him again. Maybe that was a good thing. Except why did it make him feel so empty just imagining it?

He wasn't going to care. Malfoy's don't care. He was going to get dressed, go down to his table, with his friends, with his house and go on like everything was normal. Harry Potter was nothing. If Potter wanted to hate him for the monster that he was, then he would make damn sure he was the best monster that he could be. Because Slytherin's don't care. Slytherins don't love.

Somehow though, those thoughts just weren't comforting him this time.

He wasn't going to care. He wasn't going to care. He wasn't going to care.

That mantra really wasn't settling his rage as he stared down Harry who was sitting next to Blaise at the Ravenclaw table. What if they shared a room last night? A bed? In the love of Salazar he really had to stop thinking about it.

He wasn't going to care. Who cared if Blaise slept with Potter? He slept with Thomas, he supposed that's what he deserved.

"Draco honey, you're going to break that glass if you keep holding it like that,"

He looked down to see his hands white from the pressure he was gripping his glass. He sighed, putting it down as he continued to stare over at his two so called friends.

"Daphne, what have you heard about Blaise and Harry?" He asked, taking his eyes off the pair to look over at Daphne.

"You HAVEN'T heard Draco? I would have thought out of everyone you would know. Apparently after their make out session, not only in Potions but in the hallway, they hooked up last night in Blaise's room. I heard they might be going out now," Daphne explained, he wasn't sure if she was furious or really excited. Of course with most girls they were always enticed by boy love.

He looked over again at Blaise and Harry reminding himself again that it didn't matter. So what? Potter could sleep with whoever he wanted. He had no claim over the man.

Except he did. He changed Harry. He made him his friend. He was all in purposes his. His Harry.

He stood up then, most of his table was looking at him. He was going to claim Harry, he was done with this whole charade.

Except that's what got him in trouble in the first place. For the love of Salazar, what was he supposed to do?

He should have never left his bed this morning. Fuck school. Maybe he should go get exceptionally drunk and forget about the whole thing. That sounded like a brilliant idea he thought, deciding finally as he made his way out of the Great Hall.

"Draco, hey wait up,"

He looked back to see Astoria call out to him. Oh great, he thought, someone else to yell at him. No doubt she knew about the whole thing since the younger Greengrass girl was attached to his Harry for the last week.

"What do you want Astoria?" He drawled, giving her his best sneer before continuing toward the Slytherin dungeons. He wondered if he still had that vintage fire whiskey his father had given him last year.

"We need to talk," Astoria said, he was barely listening. He wondered if he should make a trip to the infirmary to get an actual note. He didn't need to be lectured by his godfather for skipping class. Or an owl home to his parents for that matter. "About Harry, "

He turned around, pinning the younger girl. "You have two minutes before I lose all interest,"

"Look Draco, this is all my fault. The whole Harry and Blaise thing. I told Harry to win your heart, he should make you jealous. I mean everyone knows how you are when you don't get something,"

He outwardly seethed, glaring down at the younger Greengrass. She did what now? So it was her for all his troubles. She was the reason for Harry's recent sexual behavior?

"And why are you telling me this?" He said carefully, trying to a great extent to control his temper. He could see it was still being reflected as the girl shuddered underneath him.

"I don't know... you look beside yourself with anger. I just didn't want you to blame him, that's all," Astoria stuttered, giving him a hopeful smile.

He sighed, leaning against the wall in defeat. What had he done?

"What am I going to do?" He finally said, mostly to himself. He fell to the floor then, bringing his legs to his chest.

"What do you want to do Draco?" Astoria asked him, joining him on the stone floor.

"Get drunk," He said truthfully, wondering why he wasn't doing that at this particular moment. "Usually Pansy would tell me to go sleep around until I was cured of my Hufflepuff sickness as she would call it. Except now she is a Hufflepuff. I don't do feelings, you should know that,"

"Then make him yours Draco, that's obviously what you want,"

"Right and how does one come back from shagging one of his friends and Blaise's crush? Potter doesn't want me, not anymore. I apparently didn't fight for him, except I slept with a Gryffindor. I mean honestly, doesn't that prove that I want him. A Gryffindor. I usually don't lower myself to those standards, and a half blood, really?" He said, making Astoria laugh.

"I think Harry meant by fight for him was actually to show him that you care about him. Harry was willing to accept you Draco. I mean have you stopped to think about your friendship to begin with? Harry should have NEVER made a truce with you, let alone become friends with you. But he did. He accepted everything about you Draco, maybe it's time you did the same. Have you thought maybe of trying to be nicer? I mean don't go all mushy or anything but maybe show Harry you aren't just the callous bastard you come off as. He fell in love with the man behind your mask. Try being that person for a while," Astoria said, standing up and offering her hand to him. He sighed, accepting it as he stood up. "He forgave you for attacking his friends, it's your turn to give a little Draco,"

He nodded, watching as she walked away

He didn't do nice but maybe this time he would have to. She made a point, Harry did forgive him for a lot of things that most people would never in their right mind forgive.

How does one be nice he thought. Guess he was going to figure that out.

He walked into the infirmary, nodding at Madame Pomfrey who smiled at him before disappearing into one of her patients hospital beds. He walked along the row of beds, looking for one in particular.

He stopped as he saw that mop of red hair and made his way toward the bed. He quickly closed the curtain, making sure no one saw him. They probably wouldn't believe what he was going to do anyway.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing here Malfoy? Here to attack me again?"

He only chuckled, mumbling some silencing charms as he walked around the bed, toward one of the Weasley twins. He was never sure which one it was.

"No Weasley twin. I think I already did enough damage," He said, smirking at his handiwork. He wasn't here to gloat. Be nice.

"It's Fred, Malfoy and seriously sod off. I'm in too much pain to deal with you," The red-headed twin mumbled, groaning as he shifted positions on the bed.

He'd done a real number on the red head. He'd be more thrilled if he wasn't here to reverse it.

"Brilliant right? It's a spell I designed myself. It's supposed to make you feel like you've been beaten within an inch of your life," He said, he wasn't becoming a Hufflepuff, he was going to boast a little. "But Fred, I'm not here to look at my masterpiece. One could say it's your lucky day. How would you like to leave this bed?"

"Just go away Malfoy, I'm not doing anything for you. I would rather suffer than help you with anything," Fred snarled, glaring at him. He sighed, he knew this would be the reaction.

"Good thing I don't want anything," He said, rolling his eyes as he muttered the reversal spell. He watched as the Weasley twin looked at him then, obviously rid of the pain. "Enjoy,"

He gave the red head a half smile before undoing his silencing charms. He turned around, making his way to the exit. "Wait,"

He turned around, raising his wand hesitantly to notice the Weasley twin wasn't pointing his wand at him. He lowered it, not wanting to spook the Weasel's brother.

"Um thanks Malfoy" The Weasley twin said, his hand reaching for his wand.

"Don't mention it. Actually don't tell anyone I did this," He added, getting out before the Weasley twin decided to do something rash. He didn't want to be lying in one of those beds himself.

He sighed happily as he finished off the second bottle of fire whiskey. Of course the first one was half empty but it didn't matter. He was drunk. And that's what he wanted. To numb the pain.

Mission accomplished. He could barely remember why he was drinking in the first place. All he needed now was someone to fuck. He was horny.

Of course that's what go him in this situation on the first place. Who cares, he thought, Harry was probably out shagging Blaise by now. Probably forgot all about him. Laughing about him with his annoying prats he called friends.

Actually he cared a lot. His heart ached he cared that much. Why did he care so much? It was just Harry bloody Potter. So what if he had stunning emerald eyes? Beautifully toned chest? A laugh that brightened his day?

Stupid Potter. Stupid feelings. Stupid sorting hat.

He just wanted to curl up and wish the world away.

He jumped, started as someone tried getting into his room. He smirked, forgetting he'd put a locking spell over the door. Ha, try getting in now Potter he thought.

"Draco, are you in there? Let me in! Stop being a petty twat," He heard Harry yell from behind the door, making him laugh hysterically, tears forming.

"I thought you were shaking up with Zabini. Why don't you go and fuck him over there," He yelled back, his words slurring, he didn't even care.

"Because unlike you, I don't FUCK EVERY MAN I SEE!" Harry screamed back at him, reminding him of his downfall. "I swear to Merlin Malfoy, I will hurt you if you don't let me in,"

Already did that, he thought as he looked around his room for another bottle of fire whiskey. He opened his drawer pulling out the vintage bottle his father had given him. No point in saving it now he thought as he unscrewed the cap, taking a lengthly swig. He wasn't near drunk enough to deal with Potter, let alone his feelings.

He watched in amazement as Harry finally got in. He looked down, wondering if he'd unlocked the door himself. Maybe he was hallucinating. Oh wouldn't that be nice.

He groaned as he noticed Blaise closely followed behind. He sighed, could his day get any worse? Did he have to rub it in too?

He gave them a drunken smile as he took another swig from the bottle, hoping if he drank enough he could black out.

"Have you been drinking by yourself all day?" Harry asked him, his voice sending shivers down his spine, spurring some feeling in his lower half.

"No Potter, the liquor just magically disappeared. Of course I drank it you blithering idiot. I got a note though, so I didn't actually skip school," He said, pulling out the note and throwing it in Harry's general direction. He was seeing three of him by now, unsure of where exactly he was.

"You conned Madame Pomfrey? Of course you did. Why am I not surprised?" Harry snarled, he was barely listening. He took another swig, only to have the bottle taken away from him. "You know I was actually worried about you today. Thought you might have done something stupid, of course I guess I was half right,"

"I don't need your pity Potter, I was fine when you weren't here, and I'm fine now. Just wanted to skip school and get drunk. I would have invited you but you're too busy fucking every friend I have," He snarled, jumping up from his bed, immediately regretting it as he was hit with a wave of nausea and dizziness. He steadied himself, waiting for the room to stop spinning.

"Really Malfoy? You fucked Dean, and I'm the bad guy. Fuck you," Harry snarled, his voice only registering with him.

"Seriously, we're back to that? I wasn't the one who thought it was a good idea to snog my best friend. You know, fine," He snarled, walking over to Potter, grabbing him roughly, half to prove a point, half to keep his balance. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I fucked Dean Thomas. I'm sorry I got jealous. Sorry I'm an arrogant wanker. Sorry I attacked your friends. I'm sorry I'm fucking Draco Malfoy. That make you happy? You want me, this is who I am. An arrogant, pureblood prick. I'm not a nice guy. Fuck, you should know that better than anyone else,"

"Don't apologize for things you don't mean Malfoy. You are an ass Malfoy, took me long enough to see it. I can't believe I thought you were different because you didn't have a death eater mark. Making a truce with you. You aren't worth the breath to talk to you," Harry yelled, pushing his bottle back to him. "Here, go take this and go fuck yourself,"

"I'd rather fuck you Potter," He snarled, their eyes meeting finally, those beautiful emerald orbs were filled with unreleased rage.

He did something incredibly stupid then, grabbing the raven-haired man and crashing their lips together in a sloppy kiss. He didn't know what he was doing- all he knew was he wanted Harry to stop hating him.

"Malfoy," Harry whimpered, bitting his lip as he tried to push him back. He grabbed the man tighter, not wanting to let go.

"I'm sorry," He breathed, his lips ghosting over Harry's. The man finally melted into the kiss, wrapping an arm around his head.

"Draco, Harry,"

He groaned as he was pushed away then, he watched as Harry wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He outwardly seethed, wiping his head around to glare at Blaise. He forgot he was there.

"Get out!" Harry screamed at him then, thrusting the bottle back to him. He only looked at the two of them, knowing when he wasn't wanted. Fine, he didn't need Potter. He didn't need anybody.

Saturday

He wasn't going to care. He was done thinking about the certain silver haired Slytherin. He made that quite clear to Malfoy last night and he was going to stick to it. Malfoy was a complete and utter prick, and would never change. Except wasn't that what he loved about the man. How his smirk brightened his grey eyes? How he never cared what anyone thought of him? How beautiful he was when he was just coming out of the shower?

No, he was done with Malfoy. The Slytherin didn't care about him, so he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing him worry about the brat.

But Draco looked so broken last night, completely drunk and out of his mind. He never came back last night and he was starting to worry. No one in that state should be left to wonder the corridors alone. Especially Malfoy.

Though the man deserved it. Why should he care? Except he did, a lot.

That kiss had left him breathless last night. Even through a fit of rage, he still wanted the Slytherin.

Stupid hormones.

One look wouldn't hurt he thought as he pulled out the Marauder's map. He sort of hoped the man was sleeping it off in someone's bed. At least he was safe.

"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good," He said, taping the parchment as he recited the incantation. He opened it up, looking for Draco Malfoy's little dot. He stopped, his heart skipped a beat, noticing that he was in the infirmary. What have you done to yourself Draco? "Mischief managed,"

He closed up the parchment, grabbing his robes as he rushed out of the room.

He was just going to check on Malfoy and make sure he didn't die or anything. Just to ease the guilt he told himself as he made his way out of the Slytherin common room and to the infirmary.

He stood at the entrance of the infirmary, not wanting to admit he was really worried about the blond. He walked in, stopping as he noticed Ron, George, Ginny and Hermione were standing around a bed. Right, he forgot Fred was in here. How was he going to explain why he was here. Everyone knew he was pissed at Malfoy, no one really caring why. He was glad not to have to explain his reason.

"Harry, mate, you're here," Ron called out to him, ushering him closer. He smiled, looking around to see where Draco was as he walked toward the red head. "Fred's about to be discharged Glad to see you're here to support him,"

"Yeah of course," He said, smiling at his friend as he waved at the Weasley twin who looked to be in perfect health. "Sorry I never came to visit you. Glad to see you're doing better,"

"Thanks Harry. I'm glad to hear you've finally got rid of Malfoy," Fred exclaimed, George patting him on the back as the rest nodded.

"You'll be happy to hear we took care of Malfoy," George stated, everyone huddling in closer as George whispered to them. "Me and a couple of other Gryffindor team members were walking back from Quidditch when he saw Malfoy talking to Neville. Figuring he was up to no good, we set him straight, you know for attacking you and the rest of the team. Poor little ferret didn't even see it coming, too drunk out of his mind,"

"Seriously! Nice," Ron exclaimed, high fiving his brother as everyone else laughed. He could only gulp, feeling his stomach fall as the guilt set in. He shouldn't really care, the man did attack them first after all. Except they weren't all alone and too drunk to defend themselves.

"Yeah nice one George," He said, giving the red head a reluctant high five, not wanting to seem out of place.

"You're free to go Mr. Weasley," He turned around to see Madame Pomfrey smile at them, before leaving. He needed to talk to her.

"I have to go, but I'm glad to see you are better Fred. See you guys at lunch?" He asked, not waiting for an answer as he stalked after Madame Pomfrey. "Hey, Madame Pomfrey,"

"Yes Harry? Are you okay?" She asked, turning to look at him concerned. He shook his head no, pulling her into an empty bed, not wanting anyone to see them.

"How's Draco?" He asked, peaking through the curtain to watch his friends leave.

"Not well, he was attacked and left unconscious last night. It looks like he took some pretty bad hexes, and a bit of a beating. He also consumed double the amount of fire whiskey a normal person can handle. His body isn't able to recover as fast because of it. He's detoxing now if you' d like to see him," Madame Pomfrey said, he followed her as she walked him to the last bed on the right. "It's nice to know he has a friend like you Harry,"

He grimaced at that, nodding silently as she went off to go tend to other patients. He held his breath as he walked into the room, unsure of what he state the Slytherin was going to be in.

Malfoy was laying on the bed, seemingly asleep, his chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic pattern. His face was bruised and swollen, small cuts adorning his face and arms. He walked closer, feeling an overwhelming bout of guilt as he stared down at the man. He shouldn't have kicked him out of their room last night. He just didn't want to give into his desires, and now look what it cost him.

He leaned over, pressing his lips on top of Draco's swollen ones. "I'm sorry Draco,"

Wednesday

It had been four days since Draco was admitted into the hospital wing. Each day more gruelling then the next. It felt as though he was riding an unstable broomstick as he tried to deal with his conflicting emotions. On one hand, he wanted to just forgive the blond, kiss him until he was better. The other reminded him he still hadn't forgiven him for sleeping with Dean.

Except he wasn't overly mad that he'd slept with Dean, it was just the total disregard for him. It reminded him that he couldn't trust Draco. That he shouldn't trust him. He was a cold, calculating person who didn't care about anyone but himself. He would never be what he wanted, but wasn't that why he liked Draco? Because he was different. Because he brought his Slytherin side out of him. He wanted to do bad things when Draco was around.

Draco made him feel things he'd never experienced before. The rush of power when they bossed around Lewis Archibald. Hexed first years. There was something appealing about being with Draco, his body felt like he was on fire when he was with him.

No one made him feel so alive. He always wanted to either attack the man or shag him. He supposed that was his Slytherin side talking. Being back here, with the Gryffindor's- he felt empty. Dead.

Maybe if he accepted his bad side, he could finally accept Draco's.

"You okay Harry? You've been staring at the Slytherin table for almost 10 minutes. Waiting for Malfoy to come back? He's getting discharged today isn't he?"

He looked over at Neville, who was actually talking to him for once. He didn't want to admit he missed the blond. Feeling stupid for caring so much. Not that it showed. He never went and visited the Slytherin. Or at least he was never visible when we went and saw him. He usually sat there for hours in the night under his invisibility cloak, watching Draco. Making sure no one attacked him again. He didn't know if he could handle feeling that guilty again.

"Is he? I had no idea, don't talk to the ferret anymore," He spat, hoping they believed him.

His head perked up as he watched the Great Hall doors open, lowering it as he noticed it wasn't Draco. He felt utterly pathetic that he wanted to see him. Stupid Malfoy.

"You know I feel a little guilty. Malfoy was actually apologizing to me when you guys attacked him," Neville spoke up, he wiped his head around to look over at Neville.

"What? Apologizing for what?" Fred asked, before he could ask Neville himself.

"For attacking me the other week. He was a little crazy when Harry and I were spending so much time together. Told me to stay away from you," Neville said, looking at him. "Then he came to me on Saturday, completely wasted. Kept apologizing to me. I think he might have even called me by my first name. I figured you made him apologize Harry,"

"No I had nothing to do with that," He said, curious to why Malfoy would apologize for something he was sure the man didn't regret.

"Wait, then you didn't tell the git to heal me?" Fred asked, he could only shake his head no in disbelief.

"He healed you?" He asked.

"Yeah, came in. Gloating about it first then healed me. Told me not to tell anyone. I figured he took the curse off because you threatened him. Why in Merlin's name would he just be nice? Maybe you're rubbing off on him Harry," Fred said, going back to eating.

He looked up again as the doors opened, a faint smile appeared as he watched Draco walk into the Great Hall. Even broken and battered, the man still had that aristocratic presence to him.

He noticed the man looked much better, his face was almost cleared up. He hated seeing that beautiful skin adored with bruises.

"Hey Malfoy, you going to be okay for our Quidditch game this weekend? Wouldn't want you to have to forfeit because you couldn't take a little beating," George called out, making Draco wipe his head around, giving them all his famous Malfoy sneer.

He watched as the blond glared at George before his eyes landing on him. He observed as the fury died from the man, his expression turning empty. He then headed to the Slytherin table without even a retort. What had he done?

Thursday

Draco walked along the corridors toward the Slytherin dungeons. It felt nice to be out of the infirmary finally. He couldn't believe he'd been so careless to be beaten by a bunch of Gryffindors. He was so drunk that night, he barely even felt it. It was nice not to feel so empty that night.

Though the days after were much worse. Harry hadn't once come and visited him. Everyone else had, even the whole Slytherin Quidditch team, well except Harry.

He knew Harry was mad at him but he'd been beaten within an inch of his life and the man couldn't even bother to at least send him a get well soon card. Didn't he even care about him? For someone who professed their love for him only a few days before, he didn't give him any inclination of those feelings now.

Maybe the man simply didn't care anymore. It's not like he stayed in their room anymore. He barely even saw Harry. Only in class, and even then the Slytherin wouldn't even look him in the eye.

He looked up to see a swarm of orange and red heading his way, noticing the Weasley twins in the front. He groaned looking around for a place to hid. He was still hurting and he didn't think he could take on more than ten of them.

He yelped as he was grabbed, being pulled in the nearest broom closet. He turned around, seeing Harry behind him. He watched, amazed as the man muttered some spells, noticing they were silencing charms and locking spells.

"What in the name of Salazar are you doing Potter. Thought we weren't talking anymore," He snarled, not wanting to admit he was grateful to the man. "I could have taken them you know,"

"Sure you could Malfoy. You can barely walk right, let alone take on half the Gryffindor house who can't stand you and wouldn't care if you ended up in the infirmary indefinitely," Harry shot back, crossing his arms, staring at him intently.

"I'm fine actually, thanks for not caring," He snarled, watching as the man winced. Good, he hoped it hurt. "So you moving back to Gryffindor then?"

"Maybe, if a certain blond Slytherin would actually apologize to me. He's a little stubborn. Though I think he hates me because I didn't visit him in the hospital wing though he may or may not know I own a invisibility cloak and came and visited him every day- making sure my own friends wouldn't attack him again," Harry said.

He came and visited him? Every day? Thinking about it, some things were off when he was there. Things fell unexpectedly. He swore he heard a cough once. He wanted to believe there was still hope for two of them. Knowing Harry came and saw him, brought some light back to their dimming relationship.

"Well you know Slytherin's, never wanting to admit their at fault," He said, coming closer to Harry. "How would a certain blond apologize to certain raven-haired Slytherin?"

"Well he could beg for forgiveness. Do whatever the man wanted,"Harry said, his eyes turning a darker shade of green as he looked him over.

He smirked, two could play at this game. He jumped on the boy then, pinning him to the wall of the broom closet as he devoured the Slytherin's mouth with his. The kiss was demanding, needy and he let Harry have control. He only had one shot, and he wasn't going to blow it. Well not figuratively anyway.

He pulled himself off Harry then, panting as he kissed along his neck, making the man arch into him. He was beginning to lose control. He came back up, nipping at his earlobe, whispering in the raven haired man's ear. "I want you Harry Potter. No one else. I want you clothed, naked. Face down, face up. Inside of me, on top of me. Begging for me. Most importantly I want inside of you. I'll do whatever you want, anything."

"On your knees then" Harry commanded, he immediately obliged, running his hands down Harry's clothed chest as he did so. He knew exactly where this was going, but he let Harry play his little game of dominance. They both knew who topped in this relationship. He looked up then, his hands resting gently on Harry's belt, waiting for permission and receiving it. "Well go on..."

He gave Harry the wickedest of smiles as he quickly did work on his belt and pants, pulling them down to his knees. He couldn't help but smirk as their previous actions had stirred up the boy as he stared at the tent in his boxers was mere inches from his face. He ran his hand over Harry's erection, watching as he man stiffened, glaring down at him."Tease much?"

"Only for you," He stated, his fingers curling around the hem of Harry's boxers. With one swift motion they hung low on the Slytherin's knees, springing Harry's cock from their confines. He wrapped his long fingers around his throbbing length, knowing this wasn't what Harry had in mind.

"You should use that pretty little mouth of yours for something more useful," Harry said, grabbing his hair and pulling his face upward "Like blowing me,"

"Cocky aren't we?" He said, looking up at Harry as he continued to pump him, feeling his cock growing harder in his hand. At this rate, the Slytherin might not last much longer. "As you wish,"

His hand stayed at the base of Harry's cock as he licked all the way up to the tip, softly sucking the pre cum off the head. He looked up to see Harry's eyes closed, running his fingers through his hair. He beamed, enveloping the man completely, making the golden boy quiver beneath him.

He wasn't one to give many blow jobs, receiving them was more his style but that didn't mean he wasn't an expert on them.

Draco relaxed his throat to take in more of the man, bobbing his back and forth as he did so- receiving a pleasing moan from Harry. He smirked around Harry's cock as he messaged Harry's balls, making the man thrust into his mouth, almost making him choke. He gasped then as he felt Harry's head touch the back of his throat, quickly adjusting himself so he wouldn't gag.

He moaned, vibrating Harry's cock as the golden boy gripped his hair tightly, trying to pound himself into his mouth. He pushed himself off with one loud pop, looking expectantly at the Slytherin. "As much as you hate me right now, I really don't want to choke to death. What do you have to say?"

He loved watching the man look down at him, obviously very close to his climax. His mouth was open, half panting with his eyes hooded- obviously overcome with lust. "Just.. please... continue,"

"Only because you asked so nicely," He mocked, engulfing Harry's erection once again, enjoying as Harry pulled at his hair roughly. He continued to suck, kiss and lick around Harry's cock, feeling him stiffen, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. "Come for me Harry,"

He sucked on the head, knowing what was coming. Harry grabbed his hair, pushing him down further, cuming deep inside his mouth. He sputtered, quickly composing himself as he swallowed everything Harry gave him, making sure the Slytherin rode out the orgasm. After it was done, he licked his lips, savouring Harry's taste in his mouth- sweet yet a little salty.

"Wow"

He grinned, getting up off the floor. He kissed Harry then, wanting the ex-Gryffindor to taste himself on his lips. He knew the facade was off as he dominated the kiss, pinning the smaller boy to the wall.

"I don't do that often," He said, pulling away from Harry as the raven-haired man went about getting dressed again. "You should be more demanding, it's kind of hot. So am I forgiven yet?"

"You think blowing me in a broom closet is going to make me forgive you," Harry enquired, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

"That was a fucking fantastic blow job thank you," He stated, knowing full well it was probably one of the best Harry had ever received. He smirked then, kissing the man again. "I could show you how sorry I am in another act,"

"You'd let me fuck you?" Harry asked, his emerald eyes searching for something. He knew the man thought he was lying. They're were very few men he let himself bottom to.

"If that's what it took, then yes. Take me, here, in our room, the bloody Quidditch pitch, wherever" He replied, leaving soft kisses along Harry's tanned neck. "Just come back to me Harry,"

He stopped. He hadn't meant for that to slip out. He had never been so vulnerable before- so exposed. He looked into Harry's eyes for a moment, trying to gage his reaction.

"I don't know if I can Dray. You and me. Boy who lived, son of a reputable death eater. This doesn't work. We don't work. Eventually we'll implode and destroy each other, our relationship was born out of hatred. Look at what happened just a few days ago between us" Harry finally said, cutting the silence.

"Who cares? I want you, you want me. We both hate the fact that we can't stop being fucking obsessed about each other. Maybe that's where our hatred will stay. Look Harry I know you want me to tell you that I love you. I don't, I can't. I don't have a heart, or not the kind you want. All I can tell you is when you were gone, a part of me was empty. I tried to fight it, tell myself I didn't need you but I do. I can't stand seeing you with those... people. My friends. Anybody," He stated, reaching out to place both his hands on either side of Harry's face, making the man look in his silver eyes. "I will never be overly romantic. I probably will never be comfortable with your friends. One day we might even join different sides of the war. But for now. You and me. Even though it's majority fucked up, we want each other. So who are we to fight it?"

"Dray...I..." He watched as the boy struggled before capturing their lips together in a hungry, demanding kiss. He obliged, wanting to feel Harry's tongue touch his. They kissed for several minutes, he loved having Harry in his arms again. "I can't fight this anymore,"

"Then don't," He simply replied, wrapping the smaller man in his arms, never wanting to let go. "I know you want to hate me, and I understand that. I haven't given you much reason to trust me but I will try to give you everything that I am. You just have to decide now what you want,"

"I don't know what I want," Harry looked up at him, tears forming in his beautiful emerald eyes. "Part of me is screaming to just give in but the other part reminds me how much of an ass you really are Malfoy,"

He smiled as Harry used his last name. He knew the dilemma he was facing, he'd been on that ride for a week now.

He let go of the man, missing the warmth immediately as he made his way to the door of the broom closet, looking back at Harry who was staring at him intently.

"I can't tell you who to choose Harry but for our sake, make sure you choose, and not your friends. Everyone will tell you a lot of things about me, but you know me the best. This past month and half, you've seen my best and worst. If you can forgive me for everything, then come back to me. If not, I'll move out of our room and we can forget this ever happened and go back to just Potter and Malfoy," He said, opening the door. He wasn't sure if he could just walk away, but he had to be the bigger man. "You know where to find me,"

Friday

The man wasn't going to make it easy for him was he? Oh no, Draco Malfoy never made anything easy, he should've known that by now.

It had been over twenty-four hours since their little encounter in the broom closet. It was amazing to say the least. The feeling of Draco submitting to him. Sucking him off. Even being completely honest with him. This week had been one hell of a ride, and he knew he had to decide where he wanted off. With or without Draco.

It was a choice, his old life or his new one. His friends had been a big part of his life for so long, he couldn't just turn his back on them, especially now that they had forgiven him for everything he'd said and done over the past weeks. But part of him, a big part of him was screaming at him to choose Draco, to choose his new friends. Draco Malfoy was and probably always will be his one weakness. He consumed him, body and soul and left him breathless. He made him feel more alive than any other person in his life. But Draco came with baggage. Baggage that couldn't be ignored. He was arrogant, callous and at times exceptionally cruel. Though, this past month he'd gotten to know the real Draco. He was kind, even loving at times. He knew the man cared deeply for him, why should he fight it anymore?

He had to remember he was different now too. He wasn't some naive Gryffindor anymore. He knew what it was like to be a Slytherin now. Having that power. The adoration. Getting everything one person could want. He knew deep down, he was just like Draco. Though that thought seemed frightening, it also made him want the Slytherin more.

"Looks like Malfoy hasn't had pudding before," Ron snickered, following the red-heads eye line.

His eyes widened, entranced as he watched Draco popped a spoon in his mouth, watching as the blond closed his eyes, a very erotic look spreading on the pale man's face. If he hadn't known better, he was sure he moaned. Those pink lips parted, the spoon being slowly removed from the confines of the Slytherin's mouth.

He looked down for a moment, chewing his lip nervously. He didn't want to look up but his eyes seemed to have a mind of their own as they fixated on Draco's mouth. He watched intoxicated as that sweet tongue licked the rounded edge of the spoon, his head following his tongue in the most titillating fashion. Draco dipped the spoon down in his bowl, bringing it back up. He then opened his mouth in a small O, putting the spoon inside, his eyes fluttering closed as if the chocolaty substance was nectar of the gods. He swallowed back a moan, feeling his pants constrict underneath him as thousands of vivid images of their encounter stirred in his memory. All those things that mouth could do on someone.

He knew what the man was doing. He was teasing him, fucking bastard he thought.

"Hey Harry can I talk to you for a second?"

He barely heard Blaise's voice as he watched Draco lapped up the pudding from the spoon, his grey eyes fixated on him now. He groaned, wrapping his robes around himself to hide his growing erection as he got up, going over to Blaise, his eyes never leaving Draco's.

"Yes," He snapped, wanting nothing more than to ravish the blond right in the middle of the Great Hall.

"Thank you for setting me up with Dean," He stopped, finally peeling his eyes away from Draco to look at Blaise. He didn't set the two of them up. Sure he'd been chatting up the Ravenclaw to Dean, but he never actually set them up.

"What now?" He asked, curious. Was this some type of joke?

"Well I'm guessing you were the one who got Astoria to con us both into going to the kitchens, where Dobby prepared a late night snack for us. Forcing us to admit out mutual feelings for each other," Blaise said, he knew for sure it wasn't him. He knew Astoria didn't know about Dean and Blaise, he hadn't told her the details. Only other person who knew was Draco.

He looked over to see the blond had disappeared. Fuck. "Yeah sure, no problem. I have to go,"

He then booked it out of the Great Hall toward the dungeons. He needed to talk to Draco. He wanted to know if everything that was happening was true.

He almost screamed as he was grabbed, being pulling into a broom closet. Why did this feel familiar?

He turned around to see Draco leaning against a shelf, a smirk adorning his beautiful face.

"Funny how we keep meeting in broom closets," Draco said, grabbing his tie, pulling him into his chest. He couldn't help but smile up at the Slytherin, their lips meeting in a short, sweet kiss. "I'm glad you got my innuendo back there,"

"Look before we do this I need to know a few things," He stated, watching as the Slytherin nodded, capturing their lips again in a heated kiss. He moaned, already hard from Draco's little show in the Great Hall. "Did you really heal Fred? And apologize to Neville,"

"Yes," Draco replied, his fingers tracing the edges of his face, his eyes burning with desire. "Astoria told me if I wanted you I would have to show you how much I cared about you. She said that I had to give a little, be nicer to your friends,"

"Really?" He said, pulling the taller man to him, their lips meeting again in another intoxicating kiss. He loved the feeling of the Slytherin's lips on his own. "Wait, does that mean you were behind Blaise's and Dean's little romantic late night snack?"

"Barely, I just asked Astoria to tell them to go to the kitchens and bribed Dobby to help me. I figured if I fixed them up, you would forgive me," Draco said, kissing along the side of his face, down his neck. "Did it work?"

He looked into the blonde's grey eyes, seeing them darken with desire. He knew in that moment it didn't matter anymore. Draco's baggage. His little Gryffindor voice telling him Draco was wrong for him.

He wanted Draco Malfoy, and nothing was in their way anymore. Because when a Slytherin wants something, they take it.

Figure I'll leave it here for now. I hope those who were mad at Draco are happy now. And those who wanted them to express their feelings, well there it is.

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