Pov Draco On
Do I make the right decisions? Obviously not. I could have denied myself and begged my parents not to make me into it, even if they threatened to disinherit me. Just because they are Commensals means I have to be too? In their eyes and the Dark Lord it seems so.
I always get in trouble, and the biggest one is feeling how I feel about Harry Potter. This is practically suicide, isn't it? If you take into account that my family is already in the sights of executing the Dark Lord, you can certainly see that it really is a suicide. But here I am, taking a chance in front of Potter's relatives' house, with the wand pointed at a plump muggle, and feeling so angry that I'm controlling myself not to curse him.
Everything really went very wrong for me, I wanted to come hidden using a spell of disappointment to camouflage myself, then find out where he lives, leave a letter alerting you to the Dark Lord's plans, and who knows, luckily catch a glimpse of him to kill that longing, even if not talking to him. I just wanted to go unnoticed, and I would have done it if it weren't for that filthy muggle!
How dare he touch Potter? Damn, it looks like I'm jealous that way, but it doesn't matter now! I couldn't let anyone touch Potter against their will! It made me so angry that I had to approach.
Eight hours before...
I woke up after more nightmares. For four weeks I have been having several nightmares in which Potter is murdered by the Dark Lord. It scares me, especially since I know that the Lord will not rest until he actually kills him, so I know that one day my nightmare can become real.
In the past few weeks my thoughts have not left Harry Potter for even a second if you want to. I think about him so much that I'm getting angry at myself. All I wanted to do was go back, think again that I hate him, so maybe I could have my life back and I could stop thinking about him so much. As much as I try to hate him, I can't. Not when his image giving itself to me and telling me that he loves me, does not stop possessing my mind. It's like that bastard cursed me. My body wants more of that, it wants more of that body.
As usual, I am nervous. Today the Dark Lord will come to do one more of his meetings here at the mansion. I can't help feeling apprehensive, after all he is a great Legiliment and lately the only thing that doesn't leave my head is Harry Potter, so I've been training Oclumency not to risk having my mind invaded. But it does not alleviate my fear. I know that today's meeting is, once again, how to find and capture Potter so that the Lord can kill him. I am terrified whenever a Counselor enters my house with news, afraid that these are what the Lord had achieved, and that Harry is dead.
I shouldn't care about him, after all I'm an Malfoy and my priority should be my family and me, but I can't help it. Just as I cannot prevent my mind from wandering in memories.
I was a complete reckless idiot by letting myself be carried away by my emotions that day.
Now that I know how I feel about him, my life just got more complicated.
For breakfast, I could feel that my father and mother were tense, after the latest events, receiving the Lord here at the mansion no longer seems to be pleasurable for them. My aunt Bellatrix looked happy and peaceful.
I know that my family can be eliminated at any time, but I'm not worried about that at the moment, my only fear is that my Harry... I say, Potter can't get away for long. At lunchtime the Lord and his diners arrived and settled at the huge table that my father set up in the living room. Everyone settled according to their level of importance to the Lord.
The weather was very tense during lunch. All that could be heard was the sound of the crackles in the fireplace, in which the green fire burned, and the clinking of the cutlery. As soon as we finish eating, Rabicho cleaned the huge table using his wand, and we waited for the Lord to start the meeting.
"As everyone knows, now that Dumbledore is dead it is only a matter of time before we take over the Ministry. And that is what we will deal with at today's meeting. But I would like to wait a few more moments, as Snape and Yaxley have not yet arrived. In the meantime, Rabicho, go get our guest so we can have some fun."
"Yes, my lord. Right now."
Rabicho hurried out of the room and a few minutes later returned with me a blonde woman. I was startled to realize that she was one of Hogwarts' teachers. She was tied by several ropes and with clear signs of torture. Rabich supported her with a Levitation spell.
"Ah..." said the Lord, and with the wand made the teacher float until she stopped on the table, where he left her spinning in the air.
Some of the diners laughed when they heard her cry softly.
Soon Snape arrived accompanied by Yaxley. The Lord indicated his places. I could see that Snape kept a cold, lifeless expression.
The meeting started with the topic I feared most, Harry Potter.
"My lord, the Order of the Phoenix intends to transfer Harry Potter from the safe place he is in on Saturday at dusk" said Snape.
I watched everything in silence, seeing the Lord and the Communals combining Harry's ambush. My heart was tight with the possibility that Potter could not escape this time. And the worst thing is that I couldn't do anything to help you. Soon the topic of the conversation became the day when they would take over the Ministry. I knew it would happen sooner or later, after all the Lord is more and more powerful. And even if I don't want to, I'm in the middle of it all. My desire was to flee as far as I could taking Potter with me, but that would be impossible I couldn't pay attention to the meeting, my mind was desperately looking for a way to alert Harry of the danger he was in. When I found myself, the Lord was taking my father's wand, saying that he needed it to kill Harry, because his wands had twin nuclei. My father made an involuntary move, seeming to think, for a fraction of seconds, that he would receive the Lord's wand in exchange for his.
"Give you my wand, Lucius? My wand?" hunted Voldemort.
Some of those present laughed.
"I gave you freedom, Lucius, isn't that enough? But I have noticed that you and your family lately seem less happy... does anything in my presence at your house bother you, Lúcio?"
"Nothing... nothing, my lord" stuttered my father.
"What a lie, Lucius..."
The Lord interrupted himself, luckily for my father, because his huge snake appeared crawling under the table. And soon my aunt Bellatrix made a point of starting to say how honored she was with the Lord's presence at our family's home.
I wholeheartedly wanted Potter to win this war. I was tired of seeing my family being humiliated that way with every meeting we have
"Severus, help me!" said the teacher, who was still floating and spinning on the table.
Snape, still inexpressible, faced the teacher, who was crying...
"Are you recognizing our guest, Severo?" asked Voldemort.
"Ah yes" replied Snape.
"And you, Draco?" he asked, now addressing me while stroking the snake's head.
I nodded, feeling distressed by the woman's vision, who now also eyes on my legs, unable to face it.
"For those who don't know, we are meeting here this afternoon to say goodbye to Charity Burbage, who, until recently, taught at the Hogwarts School of Magic and Witchcraft" said Voldemort "Not content to corrupt and pollute the minds of child witches, last week prof. Burbage wrote a passionate defense of bad blood in the Daily Prophet. Wizards, she said, must accept these thieves of their knowledge and magic. The dilution of thoroughbreds is, according to Burbage, an extremely desirable circumstance... she argues that we all marry bundles... or, without a doubt, werewolves..."
I knew the moment had come. I felt a knot forming in my throat, I lowered my head as much as I could. How could Potter beat someone like him? Would he really make it?
"Avada Kedavra!"
The body of the Trouxas Study teacher fell loudly on the table, which shuddered and popped. I was so scared that it fell from the chair, just in time to hear the Lord say something like:
"Dinner, Nagini"
Two hours after the Lord left with the Commensals, I sat in an armchair in the library to think. I could still hear Burbage's cry in my mind. How would Potter get away with this? I need to do something.
"Young lord, you have a visitor. It's Miss Greegrass, sir. Tibbi left her waiting in the living room, my lord" said our domestic elf at the door.
"Tell her to wait."
I took a deep breath trying to pull myself together. It is Astoria's third visit this week. I don't know why she likes to come and visit me so much, even though she knows that my house is always full of diners.
I went to the living room and sat on the couch, without greeting her.
"Hi, Draco..." she started. "Wow, what happened?"
"I'm not in a good mood" I said, regardless of being cold.
"And when are you?" she laughed. "What happened this time? Did you fight with the mysterious girlfriend?"
She was definitely taking me seriously.
"No. I only have one problem, and I don't know how to solve it" I spoke abruptly "And before you ask, it's none of your business."
"Okay!" she said raising her hands in the form of surrender. "I just thought that maybe I could help."
I rolled my eyes. She always tries to help me with everything, without me ever asking for anything. Sometimes I think that the Selector Hat was wrong, and that Astoria should have gone to Griffinória.
"Ok., there is one thing I need to tell a friend of mine as soon as possible, but I don't know how to do that!"
"Very simple. Go to him and say."
"Do you think I'm stupid? If I had known where he lives, I would have gone!"
Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.
"If you have something like his hair, or if he has something that belongs to him, you could easily solve this problem with a location spell."
"Ah, of course! And where the hell do you think I would get a hair out of it? And obviously he has nothing that... Ah cover!"
I jumped off the couch, and Astoria also got up with the scare.
"You are a genius, Astorial" The girl blushed. "I have to go."
He runs out of the room, without even letting her say goodbye.
The spell was easier than I expected, I unscrewed and soon found myself standing in front of a muggle house. I looked around and could see a little sign on the corner that said "Alfeneiros". Is this where he is living? I thought your house would be full of the worst protections and that it would be a lot of work to find it.
I concluded that I must be in the wrong place, when I turned to leave I saw something that caught my attention and made my heart stop for a second. Potter left the house and walked quietly to the garden, where he lay on the grass, relaxed.
I bent down behind the wall so he wouldn't see me. And I stayed there, watching him. He was different, there was a certain glow around him, something, without a doubt, charming. Not to mention the muggle robes he wore, which left his sexy silhouette on display.
Suddenly a tall, fat boy comes out of the house and walks slowly towards Harry. Just seeing him I knew he was a muggle. His blue eyes were glazed on Potter, who remained on the floor with his eyes closed.
I suddenly felt that I was being watched, I looked from one end of the street to the other.
I was startled when I heard Harry's screams.
- You are crazy? WHAT DO YOU...?
I looked back at the garden, and saw that the fat muggle was on top of Potter trying to ...kiss him!
Without thinking, or reasoning with such anger, I jumped the wall by shaking my wand in my hand. I approached at a fast pace and pointed it straight at the muggle's chest.
"Get away from him, now!" I ordered blinded by hatred.
Harry's eyes widened and immediately found mine. My heart went off as I looked at those two emeralds again.
The muggle looked at me for the paralyzed wand. Harry, who was still being crushed by him, pushed him aside and got up.
"Draco? What you...? As...?"
"I needed to talk to you, Potter" I spoke sighing and relaxing the hand that was shaking the wand a little. "It turns out that..."
"Draco?" asked the muggle interrupting me, he had stood up, but without taking his eyes off the wand, which even when relaxed still looked at his heart. "Is this the Draco of your dream, Harry?"
I looked at Harry surprised. He was as red as a tomato, and he opened and closed his mouth without knowing what to say.
I mean then, that he's been having dreams with me? I couldn't help smiling. Seeing that the muggle was still waiting for an answer, I decided to answer for him.
"Of course I am" I spoke with superiority, lowering the wand. "Who wouldn't dream of me after..."
"Enough, Draco!" Harry interrupted me realizing what I was going to say. Your face even more red. "What did you come to tell me?"
I took a deep breath, seeing how sexy he was so flushed. Damn it! I really am a hopeless case, getting excited just that he blushes!
"I came to warn you about Saturday night."
His eyes widened again, and his hand went into the pants pocket from which he removed his wand in a threatening way.
"Hey, take it easy, Scar, I just came to try to help!"
"Harry, wasn't he your friend? Why are you pointing this thing at him?" asked the muggle, indicating that the thing it was the wand.
So, Potter had said that I was a friend? I couldn't help smiling at the idea that went through my head.
"Ah, Potty, how can you tell him that we are just friends?"
"What...?..." Harry stuttered, blushing again. Which only encouraged me to continue playing.
"After everything that afternoon, you say that we are only friends?" I spoke approaching.
He looked so surprised by my words that he lowered his wand without even seeming to notice.
I'm really loving it, and holding on too much not to laugh. I held his chin firmly and brought my mouth closer to yours, so that our lips grew lightly, but I did not kiss him, I remained so.
"Come on, Potty. Tell him what we are... I roasted my nose on yours, and I could feel
Your sweet breath.*
From the corner of my eye, I saw that the muggle seemed to be in a mixture of hatred and shock.
"We... are..."
"NO! DO NOT TOUCH IT!" shouted the muggle, pushing me hard.
I fell to the ground, surprised by the fat man's reaction. Then I felt furious. How dare a filthy muggle touch me?!
"Duda, NO!" Harry shouted, when the muggle dared to go ahead to try to punch me.
I got up in a jump. Blinded with hatred, I pointed my wand at him and shouted:
"CRUCI..."
"NOI" Potter grabbed my arm, lowering it before I finished pronouncing the curse.
"Let me go, Potter! I'm going to kill this filthy muggle!" I said, trying to push him away. "No, Draco, please! I'm a minor, if you use magic here, the Ministry will think it was me and will have an excuse to arrest me!"
I tried to calm down because I didn't want to harm him. Harry let me go looking grateful, but at that moment the muggle, seeing that I wasn't going to use magic came up again. I released the wand, closed my fist, took a boost and punched it with all my strength right in the middle of his round face.
"Ah!" exclaimed him, placing both hands on a bloody and apparently broken nose.
Rubbing my sore fist, I looked at Harry who stared at me gaping.
"Duda, you better get in. I need to talk to Draco alone."
"I will not leave you alone with him!"
"What is your Duda problem? Until yesterday you didn't even talk to me, and now you come here, try to kiss me and still be jealous of Draco?" Harry looked extremely frustrated and angry. "I don't know what the hell is going on with you, but if you're not going in, we will."
Potter grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the house. The muggle stood in the same place staring at us until we entered.
The house was extremely clean and contained several strange objects. This is the first time that I have entered a muggle house, I was guided up the stairs that we went up and went to one of the rooms. Harry closed the door and took a deep breath.
I realized that we should be in your room, as there was an almost empty trunk in a corner.
The place is so small and has almost no furniture, I really didn't think Potter lived in such a place.
"Remind me to thank your little blood- friend... to Granger, for teaching me to punch like a muggle" I said laughing.
"Are you going to thank Hermione for punching you in the third year? Wow, but who would ever say would take advantage of the free teaching she gave you' he laughed too.
We were silent for a few minutes, staring at each other.
"So?" he finally said "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Potter, the Dark Lord found out about the Order's plan to transfer you from that place, which will take place on Saturday at dusk."
"How?" he said frowning.
"Snape..." I said, he made a face when he heard the name, but I ignored it. He didn't say who gave him the information, but apparently, there is a traitor among you.
Harry started to walk around, apprehensive.
"Why did you come to warn me, Draco? Which side are you on?"
I was already afraid that he would ask me this question.
"I came because I didn't want you to die, idiot!" brandished. "I'm not happy with the side I'm on, but now it's too late to change sides."
"It's never too late, Draco. Remember what Dumbledore said, we could..."
"Can you stop being an idiotic Griffin for just a second, and be grateful that I risk my neck and my family's just to try to save your skin?"
He blushed, looking ashamed.
"Thank you." murmured softly.
His bright green eyes fixed on mine. My heart accelerated again. Damn, will it always be
like this now when we see each other? Always with this huge desire to kiss this pink mouth?
"Now let's go to the interesting part of this visit" I said smiling.
"Draco, wait..."
I put my hand on the back of my neck and pulled your mouth against mine. He pushed me
"Who said you could kiss me?" he said angrily.
"I thought that was what I wanted, so at least you won't have to be panting and hold on so you don't grab me."
"I was under the effect of a potion, idiot!"
"An allial potion, which by the way made you do and say everything you wanted! So don't just blame the potion, my dear, because it just gave you the courage to do what you already wanted, because I know that that day you really wanted to kiss me! And I also know that you want to kiss me now!"
I approached to kiss him again, but he kept pushing me
"This is not right... you shouldn't be here... In fact, how did you find this place? And how did you get in here? This house should protect me from all dangers and..."
I couldn't help laughing at the way he looked nervous. I stroked his red face.
"Do you want me to answer your questions, or kiss you?" I asked.
"Answer" responded without hesitation.
I mumbled and took a step back. Potter is definitely much easier to deal with when it comes to the effect of such a stimulating potion.
"I found this house because I did a spell to locate my cover that is with you. And about how I managed to get in here, well I have a hunch. This house must protect you from everything that threatens you, but as I came with the intention of helping you and not hurting you, the spell did not see me as a threat to you, so I was able to enter quietly."
Potter thought for a few moments.
"I need to return the cover to you" he said at last.
"No, let her stay with you, Potter. That way I can always find you whenever I want."
"What if I don't want to be found?" asked him to bow his head.
I put my finger on his chin again, and made him look at me.
"You just tell me that I leave you alone." I murmured sincerely.
"Why would you want to find someone you don't like?" asked him, once again fixing those beautiful eyes on mine.
"Do you think I don't like you?"
"You never said you liked me, even though I already said I love you."
I felt a familiar wave of happiness invade me. Potter said he loves me again, but now without being under the effect of any potion.
"Do you think I would risk my beautiful skin, to save someone I don't like?"
"So... do you like me? Even though I'm a man?"
"Wow Potter, what the Griffins have in courage also has to read. Of course, I like you, even though I recently discovered this. And the fact that you are a man is irrelevant."
He smiled, looking dull.
"Are the questions over?" I asked hopefully.
"Yes..."
"Great."
I put our mouths back together. He tried to fight and push me, but ended up giving in with a groan when our tongues touched. Our lips moved together, in a calm and serene kiss.
The feeling of kissing his warm, soft lips was for me the best in the world. Sensation that I came to think that I would never feel again, but that now I know that I always want to feel
Pov Draco Off
"You won't hurt me" He muttered falling asleep.
I stayed there for a few more minutes, watching him sleep. Until I realized that I was still at Hogwarts, and luckily no one had seen me. I got up slowly, so as not to wake him, and straightened my robes.
I noticed that Harry was still completely naked, so I tried to wake him up, to get him dressed, and to let him know I have to go, but he doesn't wake up at all. I tried using a spell to wake him up, but he must be so exhausted that even that didn't wake him up. So I picked up his clothes that were on the floor and dressed him, after all it would be terrible if someone found him that way.
He picked up his glasses that were on the floor and put them in place. Watching him sleep like that I realized he was right, I couldn't hurt him. I put my lips on his, in a goodbye kiss, after all now I have to go back to the real world, where I am a Death Eater and Harry Potter's enemy, and I certainly couldn't kiss him again.
Walk through the forest, still trying to understand exactly what happened. My thoughts began to clear as I walked away from the Castle.
Saint Potter isn't so saintly after all. What was I thinking? Losing my control like that and having sex with Harry Potter?!
I refuse to accept the fact that I wanted it.
I'm glad I didn't say I loved him, after all if I did it would be a lie. I can't see that just because I enjoyed kissing him, or hearing him say he loves me, that means I love him too. Because I don't know how I really feel about Potter.
From the first time I saw him I felt something strange and unknown to him, I didn't know what it was so I tried to approach him and offer my friendship, but he refused. He preferred the friendship of that Mudblood Granger and poor Weasley. That infuriated me, after all I was Draco Malfoy, much better than both of them together. I felt so angry at having my precious and disputed friendship rejected that I realized that what I felt for him was hatred. And since then I've been trying to make his life a living hell.
But was I wrong? Could it be that this strange and unknown feeling I was feeling was actually love?
In any case, I was pretty sure Potter hated me too, but now he comes and gives herself to me in that sweet way... so kind...
No! Clear your mind, Draco, you can't be interested in Harry Potter, it could be anyone but him. If the Dark Lord finds out, it's the end of you.
I know I shouldn't think about it, but he looked so beautiful and flushed and I felt so kissing him and smelling his perfume. I have to admit that I wish I could see him again. My heart had never behaved like this before.
Yeah, that really feels like love, although until recently I didn't even believe that feeling existed. But I can't keep denying myself that there's a feeling here, and that I really enjoyed being with him, and watching him moan my name and tell me he loves me.
Yes, I, Draco Malfoy, think I love Harry Potter, although I will never admit it to anyone. I have to at least admit to myself, and accept that fact.
Apparatel at the gates of Malfoy Manor and entrel. Even though it's my home, I don't feel more comfortable here since the Dark Lord started using it to hold his meetings. Adentrel in the living room, where my father, my mother and my insufferable aunt Bellatrix Lestrange were. I tried to go unnoticed and headed for the stairs.
"Draco, where have you been?" Asked my father, getting up from the armchair and coming to me. His appearance had deteriorated a lot since I failed the mission to kill Dumbledore. He blames me for the inferior way the Dark Lord was treating us, and he is always suspicious of me in everything I do.
"I just went for a walk, why? Am I banned from going out now?"
"A turn?" He asked looking me up and down. Bern typical of him. "You are all wrinkled, and her bottom lip is reddened. Do you have a girlfriend?"
I had to fight not to look startled and keep my expression cocky. Seriously, will that it's so obvious once I've been with someone?
"No" murmur calmly.
My aunt, who until then had been going through my mother's old objects, gave a laugh. Her laugh bothered me more than her own.
"Let the boy date, Lucius. It's normal at his age, and I'm sure the Dark Lord wouldn't mind that."
Great, even for us to have a relationship he has to authorize it. I definitely hate being a Death Eater.
"Yeah, you're right, Bella. He would only care if it was a Mudblood girl, but if my son doesn't mess with that scum, then that's fine". He said coming back and sitting in his armchair. And I turned and started up the stairs. "But, Draco, don't forget that you are now a wanted Death Eater, for that reason it's better to wait a while before seeing your girlfriend again."
I went back upstairs, certain that my father would prefer that I date or until I married a Mudblood than thinking or imagining that I slept with Harry Potter.