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Chapter 22 Soulless Dreams

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Draco felt groggy, but more than that he felt like he was floating on air. It was like if he would make one wrong move the sky itself would fall beneath him. He had to admit it was a good feeling. Feeling more relaxed than he had in days, he stretched his arms towards the heavens, and felt them connect with an odd light weight wet thingy. More than a little confused he peeked one eye open, and then shut it knowing he had to be dreaming, after all only in dreams could you be sitting up with the clouds.

He hopped up from his place of relaxation, and found that not only was he sitting up with clouds, he was actually sitting on a cloud. "What the fucking fuck!?" His head was still a bit hazy, but he could clearly see and feel the clouds around him, and it wasn't a very settling feeling. The blond continued to look around, and the foggy haze revealed an old ruined structure. His stomach tightened into knots as it suddenly occurred to him just where he was. "Oh shit..."

"What Draco, don't you like my new home?...You were after all the one who put me here." After shutting his eyes as tightly as he could in effort to gain control over the situation, he realized that it was fucking pointless, so he opened them and turned slowly around on his airy landscape to face the voice he had been longing to hear all week. Now the prospect of burning in hell sounded better than facing him, his love, his heart, his only, and god did he look beautiful.

He was standing on the nearest cloud, with a cloud right behind him to lean onto. Harry was clad in a black hoody, and bright orange parachute pants...his hair was cascaded in front of his eyes messily, and Draco noticed how he didn't have glasses anymore, which made his green eyes glow even more. Draco thanked whoever was listening that they weren't black.

"Harry...god baby...you're alive..." A frown formed on his face, and Draco noticed he looked none to happy about his evaluation. Draco took a timid step forward, but a glare from Harry stopped him where he stood, sending a cold chill down his spine.

"Don't you fucking come near me! Alive am I? Funny that's not how I would describe what I am! I'm not even fucking sure I exist anymore, so don't you fucking come to me and act all happy, cuz I know the truth now Draco..."

"Harry no you don't understand..." A fiery glow came around Harry, and as the sky darkened, lightening streaked the sky.

"I UNDERSTAND PERFECTLY!" A bolt crashed down right in front of Draco, and it threw him back 15 feet so that his head collided painfully with a near by structure. The pain didn't seem to matter at the moment though, Draco tried to ignore his splitting head, keeping his eyes painfully focused on Harry. "I can't believe how stupid I was, and you Draco...you are a verra talented actor." Draco made an attempt to scramble to his feet and explain, but Harry wasn't about to let him get a word in.

"But really Malfoy all the best deceptions and the clever cover story awards go to you...you fooled me, hell you fooled everyone!" Draco could see tears leaking down the raven-haired boy's face, and Harry seemed to realize this too for he wiped his face hastily on his sleeve. Draco could feel his heart tearing apart just having to witness it and, ignoring Harry's protests, he took a few more steps forward.

"Listen love..." Another lightening bolt hit, and Draco flew back to where he was...so much for that idea.

"Don't you dare call me that! Don't you ever fucking call me that again...I hate you, and I know you don't fucking love me!" Draco looked the other way so that Harry wouldn't see the pain in his features at those words. He could see how Harry had turned considerably redder after his bursts of anger, and Draco knew that if he was going to explain himself he would have to get him to calm down. Sticking his hands underneath him, he once again hosted himself onto his feet, and prayed that no more bolts of lightening hit him. He didn't particularly want to test his luck on that subject...he'd much rather win the lottery.

"Okay Harry you don't understand...It's not what you think." Draco took the small couple initiative steps forward, and was glad when he received no protest. "I wasn't going to let it turn out like this, I was going to save you..."

"Fuck you! You were going to save me? And how was that Draco? You were the one who set all of this up!" Draco raised a hand to his temple and gently massaged. He couldn't deny what Harry was saying was the truth. How the hell was he going to get out of this one?

"I'm not going to lie to you anymore Harry...I was going to, but that was before I actually fell in love with you." CRACK! Another lightening bolt hit, and this time Draco rolled over on his side, coughing up some blood from the after affects. Damn, those really stung! With as much resolve as he could muster, he once again struggled to his feet. Despite the fact that he had been doing so his entire life, this time he wouldn't take the easy way out.

Draco looked to see that Harry was fully crying now, not even bothering anymore to hide his tears. "How could you tell me that? I have to stay here without you...without anyone, and I could have done it...I could have done it hating you...and knowing you hated me."

"Baby I never hated you!" Harry looked up and Draco was pretty sure another bolt of lightening would strike him, when it didn't he tentavily took another step forward. "Okay so maybe first and second year I hated you. Third, fourth, and fifth I was obsessed with you...But now you have got to believe me when I say I love you." He took another step forward very slowly, and was relieved when he wasn't shot back.

"Don't say those things to me...don't say them and leave again." Harry collapsed, doing his best to bury his face in his knees. He was sobbing rather loudly by this time, not that Draco blamed him, it was exactly what he felt like doing and he had gone through about half as much as Harry had. He closed the difference between them, and leaned down placing a hand on his love's shoulder.

"I never wanted to leave you Harry...all I wanted was to be with you." A tear streaked face looked up from its hideout, and Draco couldn't believe how innocent he looked at that moment.

"Then why did you sleep with Blaise? Did you also do that out of love for me?"

"Yes!" Harry looked shocked, if not a little repulsed. "No, what I mean is I thought it was you...I thought I was making love to you baby...Silas tricked me so he could take you." At the mention of Silas Harry's lips tightened into a straight line. Apparently that wasn't the best subject to be bringing up at the time.

Draco gasped as his head was pulled towards Harry's, and their mouths crashed together. All the blond could think was that Harry was actually kissing him, so he hastily kissed back...it was bittersweet though and over far to soon. Draco blissfully opened his eyes, only to have them widen at the look on Harry's face. His eyes were slanted, and glinting with malice and betrayal.

"Should have kissed me hard Draco, cuz that was the last time I'd let you." Draco wanted to say what? or hell even why? but he didn't. He kept his mouth shut and let Harry keep talking. "That awkward kiss we just shared Draco...the one that screamed of other people's lips will give me what I need to keep you away." Draco's world crashed at those words...He didn't really just say that, did he? A warm hand came up to caress his face, and for a short second Draco thought Harry could have been kidding, and that they could look back on this and laugh, but then he opened his mouth. "Now Draco...wake up."
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Having just come out of his dream, Draco shot forward. Though this didn't really turn out to be the best of moves, because his head collided rather painfully with something else. Not really wanting to, but having no choice, he opened his eyes to see exactly what he had run into, or rather whom.

"Harry?" Still not being totally conscious, the thought that Harry was leaning over him was one of the best of his life. Without thinking he grabbed the back of his lover's head and pulled his mouth towards him...making sure that this kiss lasted as long as possible. He pulled back with a smile on his face, but the smile faded almost at once when he saw black eyes staring back at him. Then everything clicked in his head, and he backed away from the person whose mouth he had just been devouring.

"Wow Draco maybe I should wake you up more often." Draco blushed in embarrassment, and his reddish tint only darkened when he heard Harry snicker. It occurred to him that he had no idea where he was, or for that matter why Harry was the one to wake him up.

Quickly surveying the room, he noticed that he didn't recognize his surroundings at all. The room was a soft beige color, and he was sitting on a king size bed with black silk sheets. There was a desk in the corner, and two plush black armchairs by a roaring fire. While he was scoping the room he noticed how Harry went to stand by one of the windows.

His eyes traveled over to the window, and wasn't in the least bit surprised to see Silas sitting in it. It made sense on how he had gotten here...he suddenly remembered falling asleep on the red-eyed boy's chest after his little 'outburst' and blushed once more in embarrassment.

"How did I get here?" Draco's voice was soft, and etched with pain. In truth he didn't even think he could look either of the people in the room in the eyes at the moment. Instead he kept his eyes focused on a loose piece of thread from the bedspread.

"I carried you of course, after you decided to take a little nap on my chest...and might I say you're bloody heavy when you're sleeping." Draco couldn't fight the urge to grin, and he looked up to see Silas smiling at him. "Any nice dreams lately Ko?" Draco's mood immediately darkened when he thought back to the dream he just had.

"You did that didn't you?" He wasn't looking up, but he was pretty sure he heard Harry scoff at that, but Silas was the one who answered.

"Of course I did...I couldn't stand you moping anymore." Draco scowled at him, which caused his smile to widen. "So am I forgiven?"

"What!? You expect me to forgive you after you ruined my life! You selfish egocentric prick." His words were venomous, but seemed to have no effect on the other occupants of the room...in fact they both laughed at him.

"Draco Draco Draco...always whining." Silas jumped off of his windowsill and walked slowly towards Draco, who at the time was giving him a death glare at the mere thought. "I gave you a chance to make closure...I don't know what more you want out of me...You knew this would happen." Yeah, but that didn't mean he had to like it? Silas seemed to have read his thoughts for he added. "It'll get easier with time Spagettio..."

"Fuck you! You lied to me, you made me sleep with someone else, and now you expect me to be all peachy and happy...well you can fucking forget it!" Draco watched from the corner of his eye as Harry paced nervously around the room, and not being able to look at him anymore, turned his attention back to Silas, whose face had darkened considerably.

"You're right I did lie to you, but I also taught you a lesson." Draco rolled his eyes.

"Oh, and what would that be...to always make sure you know who you're fucking before hand?" Draco didn't even try to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, but he noticed that Silas wasn't smiling.

"To never betray me." Silas's voice was icy, and Draco felt a twinge of fear go through him. He knew he had to have that 'deer caught in headlights look' but for the life of him he couldn't make his face become impassive. Silas knew about what he had done, or at least what he had attempted to do. Then why was he not dead?

"You...you knew? How?" Draco couldn't help the shakiness in his voice. No one betrayed Silas, no one. There was now way he was going to come out of this unscathed.

"Please Draco I'm not an idiot, so don't take of me for one. Do you really think I would have left you unmonitored? I knew how much you loved him, I knew you would do anything to keep him safe...including betraying me." Draco's whole body was shaking at this revelation. "But I have to say Ko, that didn't make it hurt less when you did." Draco looked up to Silas, fear clearly streaked across his face...to his surprise Silas smiled. "Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you, I think I've done enough of that already." Draco knew that he should feel relief, he knew that he should be ecstatic at this revelation, but he wasn't. One thought kept running through his mind, and it wouldn't let him rest.

"Why not?" This caused another round of laughter throughout the room, and Draco tried his hardest not to sneer at its occupants. He never did like getting laughed at, especially over something so serious. Silas reached out, and ran his icy fingers through his blond tresses. Draco leaned into the familiar touch, and was surprised to see a look of jealousy cross Harry's face. But for whom...Draco or Silas?

"Why would I hurt my favorite toy? You're too important to me to just dispense of after you make one wincey little mistake." The hand that had been innocently running through his hair suddenly tightened, and Draco resisted the urge to scream as he was pulled eye level with Silas. "But know this Draco you try to pull something like that again, and I won't resist burying you alive with a swarm of cockroaches." Draco shivered at the thought, and under the circumstances did his best to nod, this unfortunately resulted in another tug of hair. "Don't just nod your fucking head Draco...say it."

"I...I understand." Another tug of hair made him keep going. "I'll never betray you again." His hair was released, and he began massaging his injured scalp. His hair was always his most sensitive feature, which was probably why Silas chose to pull it. After the pain had faded the blond looked back up to Silas, and was motioned closer. Reluctantly Draco leaned forward, and was surprised when Silas's lips gently caressed his own. Normally all of Silas's kisses were harsh and forceful, but this one was tender and full of something Draco couldn't place. Under normal circumstances he would say feeling, but this was Silas who was doing the kissing so that option was out of the question.

"Good. Now that we understand each other the both of you had better get to class. Now." Draco didn't hesitate in this command. He bounced up from his place on the bed and headed towards the door. As he made a move to shut it, he saw Silas whisper something into Harry's ear and the boy promptly nod. Oh good was the thought that came into Draco's head after that exchange. What fun slash torturous scheme had he come up with this time?

Draco walked as quick as he could down the hall, and almost winced when he heard footsteps running to keep up with him. "Draco! Draco wait up." Scoffing he stopped, but refused to turn around. He still hadn't gotten used to the idea of this Harry, and he wasn't about to try.

"What is it?" Draco turned his eyes to see that Harry was staring at him intently. He scowled before turning away again. The prat would talk whether he looked at him or not, and it was just easier this way.

"We have Care of Magical Creatures next...I thought we could go together." Draco gave in and turned his head to look at Harry, stopping any retort he might have had when he saw the lopsided grin that was covering his face. His heart clenched as remembered seeing that exact look on his Harry so many times before. Though it almost seemed unnatural to be on the boy's face now. But no, he couldn't think of that right now...now he had to be strong.

"And what would make you think I would want to go with you?" Draco tried to keep all emotion out of his voice, but he had a feeling he was seriously failing in that department.

"Oh I don't know...because I'm so attractive, and strong, and witty, not to mention hung like no other, and..."

"Alright I get the point!" He had to stop that before it got to far, but he really couldn't think of how it could have gone farther. "I'll walk you to class." Draco started walking again without looking to see if Harry followed, as an afterthought he called behind his shoulder. "Oh and prince charming, don't forget your shades."
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"Well he has been acting a bit off lately." Hermione rolled her eyes at the ever persistent red-head she had grown quite fond of. He had been saying the same thing all week, and she would promptly respond with.

"I know, but we really shouldn't be all that surprised, you know what he's been going through this year. He'll tell us when he's ready and no sooner." Ron would scoff at this, and then yet continue the all too familiar discussion.

"But 'Mione who knows what's going on with him...he is hanging around Malfoy again, who if I might remind you has become the biggest asshole ever lately." Hermione glared at the red-head. The topic of one blond Slytherin was particularly sore with her, and yet he kept bringing him up.

"Yeah well we all know Malfoy's capable of being a bastard...really I don't know why you're so upset over all of this. It's not like we were expecting change from the ferret." No, just hoped for it.

"Well I for one hate that slimy pasty faced stupid son of a..."

"You really want to finish that statement weasel?" At the sound of the familiar drawl Hermione spun around, and glared daggers at the boy she had kinda come to except a few weeks ago. That of course was before he had turned back into such a prat.

"Regardless if Ron would like to finish it, I'll do it for him. He was trying to call you a son of a bitch." Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ron's eyes widen at her boldness, but she didn't really give a damn at said moment. She was a might bit pissed at the Slytherin in front of her, and she planned to show it.

"Ew quite a mouth on you there mudblood...I dare say it has other uses as well, maybe that's why weasel face likes you so much." That was it! Hermione lunged at Draco, and probably would have gotten to him if arms hadn't wrapped around her waist pulling her back. She turned to give a royal tongue lashing to whoever had dared stand in her way of ferret pummeling, and wasn't too surprised to see the stern face of one Harry Potter staring back at her, or at least she thought he was staring. She could never really tell anymore, he always wore those damn glasses.

"Harrrrrryyyyy" She dragged out his name, hoping to at least get a sympathy vote out of him. "I know you like him and all, but are you really going to just let him insult us like that?" She didn't even try to keep the whine out of her voice, and prayed that her friend would see reason.

"Yeah Harry he just called her a you-know-what, and he's well he's a dick." Harry released his hold on Hermione, and backed up against an oak tree.

"Thank you for that great replay of what just happened Ron, but I did see it for myself. He was just being his normal asshole self, and I didn't really see the need for things to get so physical. Remember the phrase 'sticks and stones may brake my bones, but words will never hurt me?" He paused at that. "Oh I guess you wouldn't, it's a muggle phrase, but Hermione should." Ron looked outraged, Draco looked triumphant, and Hermione just looked pissed.

"How can you defend that dog!" How could Harry on his side, when they had been friends so much longer? How could he abandon all that they've been through over the past six years for a good lay? How could he stand there smiling at her?

"Well if Draco's a dog than you're a bitch, because if I remember correctly he wasn't the one who started this little exchange of witty banter." Hermione's eyes widened, and she felt her jaw drop. Had Harry just called her a...

"How dare you call Hermione a bitch!" Hermione just watched as Ron strode up to Harry, chest puffed and riled to no end, and then Harry just pushed himself off the tree, going to stand in front of the menacing red-head. Even though Ron was a good three inches taller than him, he seemed to take no notice.

"I'm only stating the obvious here Ronnikens, you should learn to cool that temper. It might get you into trouble someday...like today if you don't back off." Hermione's jaw dropped...in fact it dropped so far that she was sure it was touching the floor, and that a crane would have to come raise it back up. But her shock was nothing compared to the look on Ron's face, he looked as if he had been slapped, but more than that he looked like he had been betrayed, betrayed by his closest friend.

"Are you threatening me?" Smirk firmly in place, Harry opened his mouth to respond, but a pale hand covering his mouth stopped any reply from coming out.

"No Weasley he's not...he's just a little off pudding today...you'll have to excuse him. Now we have to get to class and I know you do too, so we'll see you there." Harry did not look pleased by this turn of events, and he turned his gaze to glare at the blond that was holding him to express his distress. Hermione watched Draco lean into his ear and whisper something...she caught the words 'shag' and 'please' However disgusted she might be at hearing those two words pass between them, Harry seemed to enjoy it for he stopped struggling, and gave her and Ron a huge smile. With a mock salute he grabbed Draco's hand, and began to pull him towards class. Hermione watched him almost skipping with glee and couldn't help but role her eyes, especially at how Draco was looking more than a little uncomfortable at the prospect of holding someone's hand who was currently skipping through the grass.
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"Alright class 'terday we'll be studin' sum of my favorite creatures." Draco groaned at the prospect of having to deal with any Hagrid's favorite monsters. A fire breathing scaly lizard came to mind, and his mood darkened at the prospect. Not that his mood wasn't already dark enough as it was. After Harry's performance with the Gryffindor's whose mood wouldn't be a little sour? But seriously was he trying to get himself caught?

He glanced over at Harry and saw that he still had a grin on his face. Draco grimaced at the thought of what could have made the boy so happy. His promise he had made him came to mind, and his mood got even worse. He turned his focus once more to Hagrid who looked about as happy as Harry. In the half-giant's arms was something that looked somewhat like a mixture between a human baby and a cat. It was black with a white belly, and had huge fangs.

"Now this is called a Nibler, and they're related ter the Niffler's we studied in fourth year, cept dese don't find treasure..." Draco had to say he was relieved. The Niffler class experience was the best he could remember, even if all they did find was leprechaun gold. He could hear excited whispers all around class about what a 'Nibler' could do. He actually heard one of the stupid Gryffindor's suggest that it could grant wishes. Draco looked from the fuzzy ball of fur in Hagrid's arms, to the girl, and back to the creature again...he snorted at inconceivable notion that that thing could grant wishes.

Draco looked over to Harry after a rather painful jab was directed into his side. Harry motioned for him to lean in, and reluctantly he agreed. Draco tried to ignore the feeling of hot breath against his face, he tried to ignore the invasion of his personal space, he even tried to ignore the hand that was 'oh so innocently' touching his side. "Ten galleons says that this creature is completely worthless." Draco was about to say. 'why would I take such a stupid bet when I know it's worthless' but he didn't. He didn't because Harry's mouth never left his ear, in fact a hot tongue had snaked out to caress his earlobe.

He fought the urge to moan as the tongue continued to probe his ear. He couldn't let this happen...he had to make it stop. People would notice, he didn't want this. With more will than he knew he had, he stepped away from Harry, and instead took more steps towards Hagrid.

"If they don't find gold, then what pray tell are these stupid beasts good for?" Good job Draco! When all else fails insult the stupid oaf Hagrid. If the half-giant was insulted he didn't show it, he probably had gotten used to his quips by now. Instead he puffed out his chest as much as he could, and was beaming with pride over the animal in his arm.

"Well no one has really found a use for them as of yet, but we do know they like ter eat, so that's what we're goin ter do." Draco scoffed loudly, and most of the Slytherin's joined in. Without showing it, he quickly looked back to see a frown crease Harry's face, and the blond couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.

He soon found out that he didn't really need to wonder, because Harry walked to the front of the class and over to Hagrid. The half-giant seemed ecstatic to see him, and Draco really wished Harry would keep it that way...He didn't really want another problem like he had with Ron and Hermione. He really loathed the fact that he had to act as babysitter to someone who hurt him every time he looked at him. It was only yet another reason to damn Silas hell for, and really he had to say so himself that that list was rapidly piling up.

Harry took the Nibler from Hagrid's arms, and cradled it against his body. His face was cracked into a smile, which Draco could tell wasn't genuine, and he looked overall unnatural at cuddling with the thing. In his peppiest voice he said to Hagrid. "Don't listen to the dumb Slytherins Hagrid...I think he's adorable." Draco narrowed his eyes, but his fury grew even more when Harry added. "Don't you think so Parvati?"

The witch was only too happy to run over and cradle the creature in Harry's arm. This act, to the blond's great annoyance, earned her a peck on the cheek from her 'boyfriend'. Draco was pretty sure if it were possible steam would be billowing out of his ears at this point. It didn't help that Harry was looking in his direction the entire time he was saying it. Draco was about ready to blow, but then the small part of him that held some rationality bubbled to the surface. He shouldn't be jealous, because this wasn't his Harry. This Harry could fuck whoever for all he cared. In one of his more brilliant ideas he shot Harry a toothy smile, and was happy to see the raven-haired boy's face fall at the lack of response from the blond.

"Oi look everyone Potter's finally found something as ugly as him...maybe they'll repopulate into a new species." Draco wasn't quite sure whether Blaise was talking about the Nibler or Parvati, either way he wouldn't be surprised...they both were rather ugly. In any case all of Slytherin broke into a fit of giggles, and more snide comments were passed between the two houses.

With a death like sneer Harry turned towards Blaise. The words 'if looks could kill' kept running through his mind. "Well Zabini we're all not as privileged as you to have Malfoy to fuck...but then again from personal experience that's not too hard of a thing to accomplish." Draco was seeing red, and he lunged towards Harry. He was caught in mid leap by Hagrid of all people, but that didn't stop him from kicking and flailing around. He was pretty sure he connected a fist right in the half-giants nose, but if he were hurt by it he didn't let on.

"EVERYONE CALM DOWN NOW!" Hagrid boomed towards the class, which helped in permanently stopping most of the fights that were about to go on. Draco lay slack in his arms, glare souly focused on one Harry Potter. In all reality he hoped he burned in hell. "I don' know what 'as gotten into you people, but I want it ter stop. 15 points from Slytherin for an attempted attack on another student." Gryffindor practically beamed at that, that is until the next part came. "And 15 points from Gryffindor for excessive language and instigating a fight." Draco reveled in the way the goody-to-shoe's faces fell at their dock in points. Though Draco wondered why the hell it even mattered to them, they were barely above the negatives at the moment. It's not like they had any possible shot for the cup...he guessed it was just their incessive Gryffindor pride bubbling to the surface.

Hagrid finally sat Draco down, in fact he plopped him onto the ground. The blond stood up, dusting the dirt from his robes, he remembered now why he hated this class so much. Harry was now being consoled by his stupid little girlfriend, and Draco willed his glare to set her on fire...sadly it didn't work. He would just have to go for the manual approach when no one was watching.

A hand settled on his shoulder and Draco felt hate bubbling to the surface at the touch. He didn't even bother looking back to see whose hand it was, he already knew. With seeker reflexes he grabbed the hand that was on his shoulder, and squeezed it in a vice like grip. He heard a painful howl behind him, but he still did not turn around. "Just because I'm out of my 'feel sorry for myself' phase, does not mean I will hesitate to slit your throat if you ever touch me again Zabini." That said he grabbed his books and made his way back to the castle. He couldn't take the class any longer...maybe he would swing by the kitchens for a snack.
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It was several hours later that Draco entered the Slytherin common room, feeling considerably more full and a bit more happy than previously. His happiness soon faded to be replaced by surprise at the sight of Harry surrounded by all of his Slytherin friends. At first Draco thought the worst, but then he actually heard some of their conversation.

"Yeah but I apologized to the two prats for being mean...and when they weren't looking I slipped regurgitation potion into their dinner." The entire common room burst into fits of laughter. "I bet they'll be having a lovely evening tonight...in between toilet visits that is." Another round of laughter ensued, and Draco finally put a finger on who this Harry was. He was like the Slytherin version of his Harry.

He very quietly made his way past the portrait hole, and tried his best to sneak up to his room without being seen, especially by the one person who was trying desperately to avoid. Sadly though he hardly ever got what he wanted these days.

"Draco Malfoy where do you think you're going!?...You owe me a shag if I remember correctly." Damn. Slowly the blond turned around, only to find that every single eye was on him. In his best Malfoy glare he made sure that those eyes soon found more interesting thing to look at.

"I'm kinda tired...I think I'll just be going to bed if it's all the same to you." With just one nod from the Gryffindor, several of the Slytherin's jumped up from their places on the furniture and dragged Draco over to the couch by Harry. When the hell did Harry get so much control over his housemates? He was about to ask him that to, he really was...it's just Harry by this time had wrapped an arm around his waist, and everyone was staring, and well it felt really nice to have Harry hold him. Then he remembered what happened in class today, and quickly pulled away from the touch.

"Oh no, don't you fucking touch me!...not after what you pulled in class today." In response Harry gave a chuckle, and Draco was more than a little annoyed when he heard catcalls from some of the younger housemates. The arm slid back into place, but didn't stay there for long. It was only Harry's leverage to hoist himself onto the blond's lap. Draco shut his eyes as unfriendly emotions coursed through his veins. However much he wanted to run from this he had to keep face in front of the other students, and Harry no doubt knew that, hence the reason he was doing it. The only thing Draco could do was glare at the person currently straddling him. Unfortunately though it didn't seem to faze Harry in the least.

"Ahhh is my little dragon upset with me?" Draco scoffed at the baby voice Harry used with him, and instead of replying just turned his head away. Harry ground their bodies together, and Draco gripped the sides of the couch to prevent a moan from escaping him. He lost his resolve when Harry began nipping at his neck, and turned his head back. Harry stopped his attack and looked up so that their noses were touching. "Regardless of whether you're upset with me, you did promise if I was nice to those twits that you would shag me senseless, and I intend to take you up on it."

"How does poisoning their food qualify as being nice to them?" Good job Draco, try whatever means possible to get you out of this situation, though with every rub it looked less likely.

"Come on Ko stop being so stubborn, you're going to get me in trouble." Harry leaned forward, and touched their lips together. It wasn't really a kiss, it wasn't really anything besides skin on skin, Draco wouldn't let it be more. After about a minute of no action Harry pulled back, obviously annoyed at not getting his way. "You're no fun Dray."

"Oh so sorry to dampen your party, but I don't want to kiss you." Another thought popped into the blond's head. "And why in the blazes would you get you into trouble?"

"Mmmm I had orders to help you relax...if you know what I mean." Draco always thought he was a rather emotional kind of person, though he hardly showed it. A better way to describe it would be that he felt a lot of different emotions at once, so when he felt furry, surprise, bewilderment, homicidal urges, and oh yeah he was pretty aroused by this point too, he wasn't all that surprised.

"Don't you think we should use a little more discretion when talking about such matters?" Harry once more grinded their bodies together, and Draco thought that of all his emotions arousal might be winning out.

"Subtly never was my thing, but when you're right you're right." With another grind he pushed himself up on his knees so that his bellybutton was right in front of the blond's mouth. "Everybody out so that Draco can shag me senseless!...I don't think he much likes an audience. Who knew that the prince of Slytherin would have stage fright." This caused a round of laughter, and feet could be heard scurrying towards the dormitories. Draco for his part managed to mumble many obscenities into Harry's navel.

When Harry finally sat back down you could catch the end part of one of Draco's insults, which sounded officially like, "I'll blow your bullocks off you cocksuckers!" After some shifting on Harry's part, Draco noticed that his belt had been undone. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Harry smiled before placing a small kiss on the end of Draco's nose.

"Well you called us all cocksuckers...I thought I'd prove your theory right. Hold these for me blondie." Harry slipped his sunglasses onto the blond's head. Draco's eyes widened as Harry's head started it's descent. In a last minute maneuver he grabbed Harry's hair, pulling him up.

"No! I can't do this...I can't..." Since Harry had changed Draco was fortunate enough not to see him mad, or at least not furious like he appeared to be now.

"WHY NOT!? You can fuck everyone else...you can fuck Silas, and Blaise...what the fuck is wrong with me?" Harry had by this point given up his seduction plans, and was now standing in front of Draco glaring at him.

"You're deficient." Draco stood and buttoned his trousers back up, doing up his belt at the same time. He looked at Harry and saw that none of the anger had left his face.

"How am I deficient?" Draco could have sworn that he heard actual hurt in the boy's voice, but that was nothing compared to the pain in his own heart. Very carefully he slipped the glasses back onto Harry's eyes, he couldn't stand looking at them anymore.

"You're not my Harry." With that said the blond made a dash for his bedroom. He collapsed on the bed, once again crying himself to sleep.
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