Bitch



Featuring: Depressed-PissedOff-OOC!Draco, Artist-Sneaky-OOC!Harry, OOC!Hermione, language (really really bad), lemon (explicit sex), yaoi (boy/boy love, slash, shonen ai) of the DxH kind (true DxH, not HxD), AU (splits from books before book five. Anywhere, really, but I haven't read all of five yet, so I don't think that it could happen during/after it. Could be wrong though).

Not recommended for children under 17, even though I just turned seventeen not too long ago and I WROTE it. Trust me, I've been reading lemons for a while, and writing some. This is not for the youngins, nor for the faint of heart.

I OWN NOTHING!!! Not 'Bitch' the song (written by M. Brooks, S. Peiken), nor the books 'Harry Potter' (J.K. Rowling) I took the boys out on a loan, and got Hermione for a few minutes. I didn't ask permission, but I promise to put them back, even if they are bit worse for wear. Don't sue. I ain't got a penny.

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Draco POV/Harry POV
//song lyrics//
*action*




//I hate the world today//

DRACO:

Life sucks. It's true! Don't believe me? Well, let me lay it out for you.

My father's a Death Eater. Know what that means? That means that he kisses Lord Voldemort's feet and does whatever the creep wishes. Yes, I think that the Dark Lord is a creep. What can I say? The man took away my childhood, looks like a snake that's shedding its skin, and he's trying to take away my life. Really. He's destroying my family, and trying to kill the only reason I get up in the morning.

Crabbe and Goyle are my friends. Ever get a good look at them? They REALLY need some help, but I'm not going to be the one to give it to them. Why? Because I'm an absolute coward. Don't tell Potter, though. Slytherin is the House of Cowards. We're sneaky and devious simply because we don't have the guts to get what we want the right way. I'd never ask Snape for supplies, for example. What if he said no? Much better to steal them. Just, don't tell any Gryffindors. Don't tell ANYONE, for that matter.

There's also Pansy. The bitch never leaves me alone. I'm serious, it's like she thinks she a permanent attachment, which, I can guarantee you, she's not.

And last, but not least, there is the fact that I am *sigh* part Veela. My mum's a Veela. She loves Dad a lot, but he doesn't like her, and I think that she knows it. She's always there for him though, even after he locks her in her room for days on end. It's distracting, though. It's like...I can always smell people and what they're feeling, to a certain extent. But it's always so dulled it's like tasting butterbeer with WAY too much water. I can smell fear after I've already determined that someone's afraid, for example, but the moment the smell hits me, it's SO distracting.

So yeah, I think that it's safe to say that life pretty much sucks.

//You're so good to me
I know but I can't change//

DRACO:

"Malfoy." Oh, wonderful, it's Potter. Can't a guy even eat his breakfast without interruption? I was watching you, damnit!

"What do you want?" ...taken aback by the harsh tone? Potter, that's so not you.

"We need to talk." Let's see, you open your mouth, sound comes out, I respond in a similar fashion. Hmm...sounds like talking to me.

"I thought we were talking, Potter."

"Someplace a little...quieter." He wants to talk to me alone. WOAH! Back up a sec. Me, him, alone. BAD IDEA!

"Fine. Meet me outside the Slytherin common room in five minutes." I hope that those two sleezeballs are finished by then.

Potter nods and leaves, and I notice that his little dogs follow him. "Move it," I tell the lumbering oafs that follow me around. They look at me like I've gone insane. "What?"

"You actually going to meet him?" It's you're, the contraction of you are, and what does it look like? I'm going to the zoo? I think not.

"I'm curious." That should settle them down, for the moment anyway.

After five minutes have passed, we leave to head to our own common room. Ah, late. Shows whose in control. We are the winners, and they are the losers. Some things will never change.

"You're late Malfoy," the redhead – what was his name? Oh yeah, Ron. – accuses.

"I never realized I had to be on time for Potter's weasel-sitting. Do you have a leash on you, Potter? I think your dog might need one." Now that was good. I pride myself on remarks like this.

"Leave Ron alone, Malfoy." Him? Command me? NEVER!! Ok, maybe just this once, since I can't think of a good comeback. "I wanted to talk to you about this."

He hands me a letter, how clichéd. Let's see...Harry Potter...blah blah blah...having a good time...yadda yadda yadda...keep up your studies...DRACO IS IN LOVE WITH YOU?! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO WROTE THIS? Signed...

I'm SO going to kill the little Ravenclaw. Hm, I wonder who Nia Hawke is, though?

"Crabbe, Goyle. Leave. I want your pets to leave, too, Potter." No use bringing this up infront of them. They might actually believe this...rubbish.

"But-" the bushy-haired girl protests. Hermione? I've lost track. I want to kill a certain bookworm. Nia Hawke...who is she, damnit!

"Go on, Hermione."

That's right, do what Potter says. Amazingly enough, they do. Some things never change.

//Tried to tell you//

DRACO:

Potter looks at me like he expects answers. "What the fuck is up with this?" I ask instead. "Who the HELL is Nia Hawke, why is she interested in your life, why the FUCK is she screwing around in mine, and where did she get such an idea, anyway?" Not exactly what I meant to say, but hey, it got the point across, didn't it?

"I don't know, on all counts but the last. On the last, my guess is she got into some self-help books in the library, because she made a reference to it." Huh, must have missed that. "I looked it up. Several things placed us in the 'would-be lovers' category."

"Like what?" Tell me so I can stop, please. I know that came out a sneer, but hey, that's me. That's how I am.

"I'm the first person you look for when you enter a room." Of course, you're my enemy. I have to know where you are so that you don't stab me in the back. "You watch me whenever we are in the same room." Ever heard of the principle 'Know thy enemy'? "And finally, she seems convinced that you even know what my favorite color is." Everyone knows that, it's purple...

Oh my god.

Oh. My. God.

"I really hate this person. You know that."

"So you do...like me?" No, I want to see your guts spilled on Halloween night, what do you think, Potter!

"What do you think?" I turn and walk away, seeking out this 'Nia Hawke.'

Of course I still have the letter. I'm going to burn it. And then I'm going to find that book and burn IT too.

//But you look at me like maybe//
//I'm an angel underneath//

HARRY:

I didn't know what Malfoy was going to do with that letter I showed him. I'm beginning to think that maybe I shouldn't have, he looks ready to burn the whole damn school down.

I'm going to be in loads of deep shit when he finds out that there is no Nia Hawke. Which seems to be what he's trying to do.

He never denied that he loved me, though. Or that he liked me. He asked 'what do you think'.

I think he does like me. I know that sounds conceited, but, I mean, he's never tried to hurt me before, or insult me. It's more a control thing, I think. Like those girls who don't eat so that they can control their lives. Malfoy threatens people so that he can feel like he has some control over their lives.

Kinda odd. And freaky.

But not bad. He can't help it. I think that maybe that's all he needs, some help.

I think I'd better drag him away soon, or distract him or something, because he's running out of Ravenclaws to interrogate, and I don’t want him to find out who REALLY sent me that letter.

//Innocent and sweet//

DRACO:

This is so fucking annoying. I can't find a single Ravenclaw who knows a Nia Hawke, and most of them seem to be avoiding me! Me! The most handsome guy in Hogwarts!

Well, I guess I'll just have to go to the – elch! – library and try to find that book. I hate that library. The Slytherin library (Sh! We're not supposed to have one!) has much better books.

And...suddenly I'm outside the Slytherin common room. Ok, someone is trying to tell me something. I guess I'll just go to my room and hide for a while. Better thinking comes when you back away from the issue for a while, that's right. Hm, father was good for teaching me something. I whisper the password, just in case someone's listening, and almost laugh. It's so funny this week. "Potter's Pet Pooch." Three guesses as to who that is, and the first two don't count.

I head into my room and collapse on my bed. I love my room. No one's allowed in here unless I open the door for them, which is nice. So I let all my plushies roam around my floor. Lots of them are dragons, a few bears – green of course – and, my absolute favorite, a great big plush lion. He's purple, with a red mane, and spelled to purr when you hug him. I don't care that he's a lion, he's the only plush that my father gave me. We were at a store and I wanted him, I was only about three, so my father bought him for me.

I love that lion.

Not that I like plushies. Don't you DARE even think of telling ANYONE.

//Yesterday I cried//

HARRY:

I couldn't believe it when I followed Malfoy into his room. Ok, I knew that there had to be some good in him somewhere, but this was amazing. Plushies. Everywhere. Even a lion. I never thought I'd see him with anything even remotely related to Gryffindor. He looks to be asleep, and that silly purple lion is purring, so I pull out some of my parchment. It's a small little notebook that I can take anywhere with me, that can be spelled to be made larger as needed, and the pages already written on don't change. So I pull that out and some pencils and sit carefully on the only chair in the room. I have to keep everything under the cloak and not make any noise, or he'll find me.

And I draw what I see. It's so...adorable. He looks like a little kid in a grown-up world, except that it's almost reversed.

I must admit, I was a tad bit upset over the password – I never had and never will have a pet poodle, and if they meant 'Mione, then that was just cruel – but after sneaking in here I couldn't STAY mad at him.

Draco's asleep now, breathing evenly and hugging that lion until it purrs in his ear. I finish the page and move on to another one, moving to shift the view.

His eyes snap open. Shit. He...sniffs? He's not looking at me. I don't think that he even knows that I'm here. He's just staring out into space and his eyes are all...glassy.

He must have had a nightmare.

//Must have been relieved to see//
//The softer side//

DRACO:

Mother died in my dreams again. I almost cried, and I only got that far because I'm alone in my room. I can't stop the sniffles, though.

Wait a minute.

I stop sniffling and smell.

Someone's in here. DAMN! I lock the door quickly. "Who's in here? Show yourself! I can smell you damn it, show yourself! You don't want me to have to find you."

Why is it that no one ever shows themselves when you want them too? Ok, this is going to sound absolutely ridiculous, but I follow the guy, yes, it's a guy, I follow his scent to the floor almost beside my bed. Good spot for a pervert, I think, and grab blindly for him.

OW!

"Damnit, that hurt!" I scream. It did!

And then my bloody owl swoops in from my high window, drawing attention to it, and I see things shift as whoever it is scrambles over my stuff and out the window.

Well, don't that just beat all.

I bet it was Nia Hawke. All the more reason to kill her sooner.

//I can understand how you'd be so confused//

HARRY:

I feel so humiliated. I just crawled out a WINDOW, fer God's sake. *sigh*. At least Draco is still clueless as to who it was that was in his room. What I don't get is how he could smell me. SMELL me, jezuz. Must be some pure-blood trait.

I got a good portrait finished, though. I must have been in there for hours drawing it, it's near lunch. Draco only woke up this morning to eat? How odd.

And I also have a new way to see into Draco's room, though I don't think I'll quite lower myself to crawling through the window anymore. I can look through it though, now that I know that it's there. Unless he has a spell on it. Damn. Never thought of that.

I should probably find Ron and Hermione before they worry about me. That would NOT be good. I want to keep this picture, and I don't want them to find it. Where to put it...between the mattress and the headboard. I think I might be able to fit one more in there without them getting too squished. Most of them are of Draco anyway...come to think of it. I wonder why I have so many of him. He's just so...perfect, really. To draw, that is. He holds still for long periods of time. Always has his hair the same way. He's grown a bit, over the years. My previous ones are still at the Dursleys, hidden under the loose floorboard, but you can still tell that it's him. His hair's gotten longer over the years. I think he's stopped cutting it, it's almost long enough to braid, now, and in a few months it will be. Why do I even care?

I guess...Malfoy just tends to get under your skin like that.

//I don't envy you//

DRACO:

Perfect Potter and his friends are already at lunch. Figures. They didn't have a run in with a mystery thief, although I can't find anything missing. He might have just been a pervert, but I'm pretty sure that I KNOW that smell. It's agitating, and frustrating, and adorable, and...sexy?

Fuck, I'm loosing it. I haven't even seen this guy and I'm already saying that he's sexy.

Maybe...I should invite him in? What harm could it do?

LISTEN TO YOURSELF!! Hello, you're talking about inviting a pervert into your room, can you say 'rape me'? That's just asking for trouble, and you haven't even seen him! What if it was the Weasel? Or Granger? Or *shudder* PANSY!

But it was definitely a male. Nia Hawke...Nia's a female name. Damn. I was hoping to roast her.

I still need to figure out who she is. She needs to die a horrible death for writing that letter to Potter. I mean, what would people say?

He probably gets tons of love letters that could be similar, though. So and so isn't good enough for you, date me instead, boy-who-lived, and all that rot. Maybe he should just take someone up on that offer. Sure, it'd be shallow, but maybe then he wouldn't be so clueless as to the number of people who are constantly FLIRTING with him and he, bloody Gryffindor, DOESN'T EVEN NOTICE.

Stupid Gryffindor.

//I'm a little bit of everything//
//All rolled into one //

DRACO:

I found a clue as to who was in my room. There was a pencil on the floor, one of those muggle art pencils, and I don’t own any of those. My intruder must have left it. Quite silly of him, in fact. Now, I simply need to find a way to trace it back to him.

But first to kill Miss Hawke.

And then to burn the letter.

And then to burn the book.

It's going to be a busy day. Thank the Goddess it's Saturday, that way I have Sunday, too, and if I haven't found her by then, then I'm telling Potter that it was a fake, ignore it, I already blew it up anyway.

Just who does she think she is? Insinuating that I have a relationship with Potter. So what if he's handsome, and sweet, and loyal, and protective? You think I want that? He already pushed me away once, I can't take that kind of rejection twice. That's just harsh. What does a stupid BOOKWORM know of Slytherins, anyway? She probably thinks that we're all achingly brave and smart.

Guess again, bird-brains.

//I'm a bitch, I'm a lover//

DRACO:

The Ravenclaws all seem to be hiding somewhere, so I'm moving on to Hufflepuffs. They're too stupid to hide, and too half-witted to keep a secret. The only thing they have going for them is that they're more loyal than a pack of mutts.

And that's saying something.

So, yeah. This is boring. Terrorize Hufflepuff. Get nothing. Terrorize Hufflepuff. She runs off screaming. Terrorize Hufflepuff. Get insulted. Curse her. Move on.

Really quite tedious.

I wonder where all the stupid bookworms went.

Oh. Wait. This is Saturday. Sprout took them on a field trip to some Nature Museum. Bet they're having loads of fun.

And I'm stuck here with no one to interrogate, damnit! I want to curse someone till they can't stand straight, I want to make someone blind, I want to release some bloody frustration!

Hmm...there's always the Quidditch Pitch. I think that the Gryffindors have it for practice, might be fun to spoil their exercise.

Well, let’s get this party started.

//I'm a child, I'm a mother//

HARRY:

I don't know what Malfoy thinks he's doing. I think Ron fried a few brain cells when Draco showed his face, he was so angry. Not that I could blame him for being so. Malfoy really had no right to be here, so why was he?

HEY! THAT'S MY SNITCH!! How dare he chase MY snitch on MY pitch! Who does he think he is? God?

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Do I really wanna know?

"I needed someone to annoy. The Ravenclaws are on that blasted field trip, so I can’t find Nia Hawke, some bloke managed to sneak into my room and I have no way to find out how, and really, all in all, I'm simply frustrated and bored."

Uh-oh. He's smirking that evil little I-have-an-evil-plan smirk. That's so not good. What's he up to. HEY! "Draco Malfoy! Give me back my glasses! I can't see!"

"Now, now, Potter, no need to get angry," the black-and-orangey blob that was floating on the big blue background spoke.

"Malfoy..." I'm growling. I know I am, and I don't bloody care. It's not worth it. I need to see.

"Tell you what. You catch me, and you can have your glasses back, but no one else on the pitch can help. I'll even make it easy for you. I'll only use one hand. How's that?"

I'm in no mood for his childish games, but I still bark "EVERYONE OFF THE PITCH."

They obey, filing off like little soldiers, except all that I can see are red and orange blobs, and I'm not sure if that's Ron's face or his robes, but it is really RED. Gods, I hope that's NOT Ron, come to think of it.

//I'm a sinner, I'm a saint//
//I do not feel ashamed//

DRACO:

Damn. I mean, I knew that he'd be shaky on his broom without his glasses, but...damn. "Don't fall on me now, Potter."

"Never knew you cared. Could we...take this closer to the ground. Please." He sounds kinda lost.

"Of course." I'm glad you don't have your glasses on. You can't see my concern. My voice is the same; cold, demeaning, harsh. I can't help it, and I hate myself for that. I don't want you to see my concern, Potter, because that would mean that you knew I cared, and I couldn't take a second blow. I like myself too much.

We drop down to a height where it wouldn't hurt too badly if he were to topple and fall. I think that this is a game that we will play often. What if my father were to come and Poor Potter's glasses were to fall off, or be blasted to bits or something? What would he do? He looks so lost. He needs to get over this. He's supposed to be the bloody damn brave one, not me. I'm the one whose supposed to be scared out of my wits but not show it.

Slowly, just fast enough that you notice it, I move away, and you follow me. You hesitate at first, like a child on his first broom, and weave a bit as you try and find your way. It's so sad, but I know that I will fix this uncertainty within you, because I won't let my father hurt you, and I won’t let Voldemort hurt you, either. You are MY enemy. MINE, damnit.

So I will make you stronger, so that you can live. Because you are my enemy.

//I'm your hell, I'm your dream//

HARRY:

It took me a good hour and half again to finally grab a hold of Draco's robes. I so did not want to let go of my broom, and when I did, I grabbed him mostly for balance.

I'm kinda surprised that he was there. I didn't think he was.

The water running down my skin relaxes me. It is hot, steaming, just the way I like it. The Dursleys only let me have a shower when they could smell me, and it was always cold. I hated those showers, but here they're always warm and relaxing. Calming, almost. The water wipes away the sweat and grime of hard work and cleanses the soul.

Ok, enough with the philosophical me. This isn't Divination.

The water shuts off automatically as I reach for my clothes and towel, and as I dry myself off, the image of Draco, blurry, inches away, appears in my head once more. I store the image away, although I'm certain that I'll see it again anyway. That's how my art started. An image kept repeating itself in my head until I drew it, and more often than not of Malfoy. I'm not going to get much sleep tonight. Lucky that it's Saturday. Which reminds me, the Ravenclaws should be getting back soon.

Ulh, my head hurts. That's what happens when I try and see without my glasses for too long, my head starts to ache. Right at the temple.

I wonder why Malfoy did that. It seemed to be more than a game to him. He acted like he did when Snape gave everyone an assignment to teach the first years for a day. A few of us had to sit in, and I sat in on Malfoy's class. He acted the same towards me today as he did to those first years. Like he was...teaching me. To fly without my glasses?

Why would he try to do something like that?

//I'm nothing in between//

DRACO:

Ok, so, I have a few hours before the Ravenclaws get back. They were delayed, so they won't be arriving until way after dinner. What to do...I could check out the Slytherin library to see if there's any way to trace that pencil that my mystery visitor left behind. I'm still trying to figure out that scent. I know that it's a smell that's there almost every day, but I don’t know whose. It was on the pitch, but I couldn't tell if that was an old smell or recent, but that kinda narrows it down to Quidditch players.

I wonder if he'll show up again. He left his stupid writing utensil behind, he'd better come back and get it.

...

There is absolutely nothing in this library. I swear, there's nothing. I don't want to know how to cast a full-body bind, damnit, I already know how to do that! Fuck it all, I want to know how to trace something! Maybe the school library would help. *wince*. This is a sad, sad day indeed.

And no, they don't have anything in this stupid library and no, I don't care that I just slammed this book shut on the table and that Madam Librarian over there is glaring at me. "Fuck," I whisper, falling back into the chair. It's a hard chair, too. Damn library.

"Need som-"

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

Oh, it's only Granger. "Shit, Granger, don't do that." Oops, guess I kinda really hit her leg hard. She's not standing. It's not my fault she was directly behind my chair when I stood up, honest. Jezus, she's not moving. "Granger, are you all right?"

"Were you raised Asian or something, Malfoy?"

Now what's she on about? "Not that I know of, Mudblood."

"Well then why the hell do you go around calling everyone by their last names? That's an Asian trait...Draco. Around here, we go by first names. And what is your problem? I was just wanting to know if you needed some help, seeing as you've just about slammed around every book in the whole library, cussing the entire time." Of course. Her precious books.

"Oh, does it burn your ears? I'll be more careful." Not.

"What are you looking for?"

What do you care. But if it'll help... "Something to help me find an intruder."

"An intruder?"

"Yes. Someone was in my room, and left behind a little gift, and I want to know who it was." And why am I telling you again?

"Oh, check out Divinations, maps, and talismans. Third row, second shelf, about half way down." You even have the place memorized? Gods, you are sad, Granger. "Now, would you mind helping me up?"

*sigh*. It's really not my fault that she's down there in the first place. Why the hell does she want me to help her up? Why should I? But she did help me... "Fine." She uses my hand to pull herself up.

Elch, now it's all dirty.

JEZUZ, Granger! You can't even stand. "What the hell!"

"Mr. Malfoy!" Damn, the librarian.

"She can't stand, ma'am. I don't know what's wrong."

"Miss Granger?"

"My leg."

Oh. Right. I did hit it pretty hard. Not that hard, though. I don't think. "Let's get you to the Medical Wing. Help her up, Mr. Malfoy."

"What?"

"Well I'm not going."

Well isn't that just fucking great.

//You know you wouldn't want it any other way //

HARRY:

I wonder where 'Mione is. She's not likely to skip meals. I know, I did that a couple times the first year and she really got on me. Something about storing up energy for the Dursleys and Voldemort.

Figures that they'd be in the same category.

Ron's no help. He's still upset about Quidditch being cut short because of MALFOY of all people. Ron may not be on the team, but he certainly does help us out a bit because he flies with us and watches us so much. It's kinda scary, actually, how devoted he is to Quidditch. I wonder why...

Hmm...Draco's not here either. I wonder what happened. Of course, Draco might still be looking for a few Ravenclaws. I wonder what caused the delay. Probably were asking too many questions and didn't finish the tour on time.

Typical Ravenclaw.

I hope 'Mione's all right. I'll check up on her before I settle down to draw tonight. I should probably go searching for that window again tomorrow morning, else I might not find it again. Really, I don't want to go out tonight. I like my bed here. It's warm, and comfortable. Not like that cot I sleep on at the Dursleys'.

I really hate that life.

I wonder where Draco is. It's not in his nature to miss a meal completely. He may not eat, but he always is sure to make an appearance. Besides, where else would he find Nia Hawke? Something's not right here.

Typical Draco. Always coming up with a way to make me uncomfortable. I really don't think that he does that on purpose though. It's not in his nature, it just HAPPENS. That's what's really confusing.

//So take me as I am//

HARRY:

I couldn't find Hermione in the library, so I asked the librarian, and I was NOT happy, let me tell you. That's why I'm on my way to the Medical Wing right now. Hermione's been hurt, in the LIBRARY of all places, and Draco was the one to take her to Madame Pomfrey.

All the more proof that he's not as bad as we all think.

I think...I think he feels that he has to put up a front. A mask, if you will. He has to hide how he feels, because he doesn't feel safe otherwise.

Well, how else do you explain all his contradictory actions?

Hermione doesn't look too bad.

"Hey, 'Mione. Draco."

"Hello Harry."

"Potter." What's the sneer for? More importantly, who is it for?

"How's it going? What happened?"

"It was NOT my fault." Ok, so, for some reason, the dragon feels a need to defend himself. No problem.

"I never said it was." And why is he staring at me like that? It's just...weird.

Hermione sighs. "Would you two just give it up and kiss already?"

"WHAT?" Draco and I demand at the same time. He seems not to have noticed, but I'm sure that my face is beet red. How embarrassing. Me. Kissing Malfoy. Never!

"For me? The injured person in the bed? Can I at least get SOMETHING good out of this?" Kissing Malfoy is good?

Ok, bad thoughts. Must relieve the bad thoughts. Make bad thoughts go away. Think of Ginny. Think of...Crabbe...Think of Dudley if you have to, damnit!

//This may mean//
//You'll have to be a stronger man//

DRACO:

I must admit, I am increasingly shocked by the Mudblood's – er, Hermione's – request. She just gets more shocking by the minute, doesn't she. I don't know where the hell she gets her ideas but –

Wait a minute.

Kiss.

Harry.

Bad thought.

Nia Hawke's thought.

What if the Mudblood's Nia Hawke? Err...I don't know.

Gah, I don't want her on my case. She can be quite scary at times, I have to give her credit for that, at least. Potter's sure to get a shock out of this.

Hmmm...he tastes...kinda...nice. He's so...warm...and soft...is that...vanilla?

Took ya long enough to respond...

Ou! Do that again!

No, I did not just moan. Get lost. I'm having the kiss of my life here.

Who cares that it's with Potter?

Ok, I don’t think that I can get up again. I think I might just lay here...in Potter's lap...for the rest of my life...or at least for a short nap.

//Rest assured that//
//When I start to make you nervous//

HARRY:

Oh. My. God.

Draco just kissed me.

And it was nice.

Draco kissed me.

I wonder why? He looks so tired, I think that I'll let him sleep here. Besides the fact that he's really heavy, dead weight since he's already asleep, and I don't think that I could move him if I wanted to. Damn the Dursleys for not feeding me more and letting me work out! I. Have. No. Muscle!

But this is kinda nice.

And he kissed me.

And it was warm, and sweet, and not at all what I was expecting.

Oh shit! Dumbledore! How am I going to explain this!

I don't even know what the hell happened!

But it was nice.

Hell, it was better than nice. It was great.

//And I'm going to extremes//

HARRY:

"Good evening, Mr. Potter. Miss Hermione. I see that you have partially discovered, what I have come to explain." What the fuck is he talking about.

Hmm...I've taken to cursing a lot lately. Must be the stress.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't think I understand." True enough.

"Young Mr. Malfoy is part Veela." Queue gasp from Hermione. Ok, I don't get it. So what else is new? "He came into his Inheritance a bit early, and was, for the most part, able to control the Veela attraction. Unfortunately, he was not and will not be able to control it when he comes into contact with his mate."

Ok, still not getting it. A little help here?

"Sir, I don't understand. What's all this got to do with Harry?" Thank you Hermione.

"Ah, yes. Well, Miss Granger, Veelas mate for life. The person they chose to be with – which they identify through scent – is the only person they will be with. Even part Veelas. They won't touch another being unless it is for the protection of their mate, and Veelas would give their lives for their mates. I believe that our Mr. Malfoy has found his."

Wait, he can't mean...can he? No way....but...

"You mean Harry's Draco's mate?" No, please say no, I don't understand...

"I believe so. And now, if you'll excuse me, it is nearly time for bed. I think it might be best for you to head to your own dormitory as well, Miss Granger."

"Yes, sir." Well, Hermione's not hurt too badly, that's obvious. But now I'm alone with Malfoy...who thinks I'm his mate...oh goddess.

This day just keeps getting better, doesn't it.

Please note the sarcasm.

//Tomorrow I will change//
//And today won't mean a thing //

DRACO:

Hmm...this feels nice. I think that I actually got a full night's rest for once. Amazing. No intruders, no insistent knocking at my door, no weird dreams of my mate being some freaky muggle. It's actually quite...nice. I feel warm, which is a big deal.

It's kinda uncomfortable, though. I feel scrunched. It's warm, and soothing, but almost like I'm sleeping in a chair.

Hold up.

I am.

In POTTER'S chair. And he's still in it!

Ohhh sheee-iiit.

Old habits Old habitsoldhabitsoldhabitsoldhabits

*yawn* "Morning Potter. You are *so* not a nice pillow." Liar. "What happened to the Mudblood?" Ok, Draco, get your hands OFF him.

Oh Goddess, I'm talking to myself.

"She left." Huh? Oh. Granger. "Last night. She felt better."

"I...see." So why are you looking at me like I've grown a third head? I know I don't have anything in my teeth, I skipped dinner last night.

"Well, bye then." Yes, leaving good. I have to check out that book anyway. Granger said it would help, and I'd trust her word over some Ravenclaw's. Granger's smart, and too proud to lie, unlike some of those bird-brains. They lie, but it is SO obvious. But, then you don't get the info you want, either. Such a pain in the arse.

Potter's calling me, but I ignore him. Gods, I can still taste him. He was so good! Like chocolate and vanilla and mint and something achingly sweet. I wonder if he'd taste the same after breakfast...

ARGH!!! BAD THOUGHT!!!

Maybe I should just go to my room and sulk until Monday's classes. But then I'd starve...such a dilemma. What's a boy to do?

//I'm a bitch, I'm a lover//

HARRY:

Ok, I officially have no idea what it wrong with Malfoy. Draco. Whatever. After a kiss like that, and then having the gall to fall asleep in my *lap*, you'd think that he might explain himself, or, at the very least, say something. But no, he has to be all high and mighty and IGNORE me.

I'm sorry, but I spent ten years of my life being abused and ignored alternately, I'm not about to let that happen again.

I'm going to find him and demand answers. He will not ignore me for long. Problem is, he just went into the Slytherin dungeon, and there's not too many choices on how to get in there. I could knock. I could demand entrance from the next Slytherin that comes by. I could just wait until he comes out.

Ok, so technically the first choice is the best, but who knows who else is in there? What if – elch – Morgan answers? Nick Morgan is the absolute WORST Slytherin there is, which is, I guess, why he is ignored most of the time, but he sure throws a mean right hook. My jaw wouldn't work properly for weeks after our first encounter, and I made it a point to ignore him ever since.

What? Avoiding that which causes pain isn't cowardly, it's being smart.

Gods, that sounds like it could be Rule Number One of The House Of Slytherin.

I might as well get my invisibility cloak, just in case. Well, here goes.

//I'm a child, I'm a mother//

DRACO:

Who the Hell would be knocking on our door so bloody early? Everyone knows that we don't wake up properly until ten or eleven. It's like an unspoken rule or something. Whatever. May as well open the door so that I can kill them.

Hmm...no one's here. But I can smell *him*. The intruder. He smells so familiar. If only I could get closer...

Idea.

Scan hall, move away from door...give him a few moments to enter the common room...and shrug, go back inside.

So far so good. Oh, Draco, you are a genius.

Now, open your door. Scan behind you as you let him pass...don't let him know you know he's here...and...close the door...now!

"OW!"

Gotcha now, pervert! "Who are you?" Oh. My. God. "Potter?" What the fuck? Ok, bad image. What the hell? "Why are you here?"

"Well, I wanted an explanation for the kiss, actually. But would you mind getting off my stomach?"

Hmm...should I? Your arms are pinned beneath my legs, I'm sitting on your abdomen...actually in a quite compromising position for you. "I think not. Not until I get some answers."

Stop squirming, that feels good...too good.

Gods, I hope he can't feel that.

"Look, Draco, I'm sorry I followed you, but-"

Oh, just shut up already. That worked. Can't talk with my mouth over yours, now, can you?

Oohh...someone liked that.

"What was that for?"

"To shut you up for a minute. And don't complain, I know you liked it."

Stop squirming already...wait...nevermind, don't stop. And I like the red, but it doesn't match your eyes too well. Maybe you shouldn't blush so hard. A light pink would be good.

"Now, why were you in my room BEFORE, and what did you draw?"

Ohh...this is good...he's SO uncomfortable!

//I'm a sinner, I'm a saint//

HARRY:

Why did he have to ask that of all things? Man...I think I might just die. And I SO hope he can't feel...down there. God, he might as well be sitting on it...

Ok, that was NOT what I meant. Oh God, Potter, get your mind out of the GUTTER for once!

"I wanted to know what you were...doing...about...the letter..."

"And, what, pray tell, were you drawing?" I really, REALLY don't want to tell him that. How'd he know, anyway?

WHAT'S HE DOING?!

My notebook!

"Let me up, Draco! Give that back!"

Shitshitshitshitshit...

"You drew this?"

"Yes." Please don't burn it. Please don't burn it.

He's not saying anything...

Well, he let me u-

I can't move! "Malfoy, uncurse me!"

"Later." Oh, gods, what is he doing? I'm sorry for every evil thing I've ever done, just please let me live through this!

//I do not feel ashamed//

DRACO:

I never knew that Potter was such a good artist. The things in here are...exquisite. Ooooo...I hope he doesn't mind that I take this one, oh, and this one too.

Who would have ever guessed that Potter's work could be GOOD. And not just good, either. Fucking GREAT.

But there's another dilemma. Almost forgot. What to do about Potter. That partial petrify curse comes in handy sometimes. I'll just leave the sketches here, on my bed, and go back to torment my prisoner some more. He really doesn't like it when I sit on him like this, I just hope that he can't feel how it's...ah, affecting me. Not that he isn't enjoying himself.

"What am I going to do with you, Potter? Sneaking into my room, leaving yourself open like that? So Gryffindor. And here I thought that you might be slightly Slytherin after that first break-in. So, what to do..." I could curse you, leave you naked on the Quidditch pitch, kiss you senseless, fuck you –

WOAH!! Back up!! Where'd that come from?!

I DO NOT WANT TO FUCK POTTER!

//I'm your hell, I'm your dream//

HARRY:

"So, what to do with you..."

Oh gods, I don't care so long as you let me live, don't turn me over to the deatheaters and I SO do not like that look on your face what are you planning?

Breathe, Harry. Slow down. Think.

"I want to know why you kissed me – several times now – Malfoy. Dumbledore said something about you being part veela, which would mean that you wouldn't want to, unless I was your mate, and I think that we both know that I'm NOT."

"You sure about that?" No, but I damn sure wanna be. God, you're practically purring in my ear and that feels so nice but it shouldn't PLEASE don't sit back and your hair tickles, damnit.

Oh God. "It looks like someone's enjoying this," you taunt as I futilely try to squirm out of your...legs. Gods, that sounds bad. Your curse is complete, though, and I can barely move, much less-

Oh GODS. That feels good. What the hell are you doing? O-oh! Do that again! Stop laughing and start moving you tease!

Wait, this is Malfoy.

....Life sucks, ya know?

//I'm nothing in between//

DRACO:

I can't help but laugh at Harry's obvious confusion. It's obvious that he likes my touches, and when I move against him, Goddess, what a sight! It's like he can't decide whether it's good or bad, but his body's already decided for him.

It's fun.

I don't know why I want to do this to him. Maybe he is my mate. There's no guarantee that I'll even FIND my mate by smell, or even care if I sleep with another. I'm only half veela, and that's assuming that my mother was a full-blooded veela. I don't know if she was, I never asked.

But seeing him like this, in obvious pleasure, is driving me insane with need. I never knew that I'd feel like this, otherwise I might have thought about it more.

Or maybe not, it DOES feel good, but I'm feeling a little deprived here.

Maybe I should do something about that.

//You know you wouldn't want it any other way //

DRACO:

"You like this, don't you Potter?"

He shakes his head and tries to glare, but I simply laugh. "You can't hide THAT, Harry. You like this. And I have to do something about you sneaking into my room. What say you we take this to the bed?"

He's indecisive.

"And every time you sneak in here, Potter, that's where you'll be."

"Harry."

Where'd that come from. "What are you on about?"

"You called me...Harry."

Did I...oh...ya. Oops.

"So? What do you care?"

//Just when you think, you got me figured out//
//The season's already changing//

HARRY:

"I...care." Why wouldn't I care? You basically said that you want to fuck me every time I sneak into this room, I think I should be at least a little bit concerned with how much you like me, and what you call me.

He snorts. "Bed. Now."

"I can't move, remember?" yeah, you cursed me, you stupid git. Oh. Wait. I can move. Maybe I can –

"And don't even THINK of running off, or you'll find yourself TIED to the bed, Potter."

Ok, that just brought to mind some REALLY bad images. Maybe I should have stayed in bed today. Bed. That would be nice. There's a nice, silky bed right here. All green and silver with a half naked boy right in the middle, beckoning me to his side.

So why am so damn shy as to sit on the edge of the bed and blush bright red? Hells, I never cared whether or not I was gay – or bi – before, but this is a bit much! How'd I ever expect to find anyone if I was so damn –

Hells!

He's doing it again!

Ok, so he's touching me, and it feels fucking great. Now what.

Well, it seems as if my Mr. Hand has already found my Mr. Happy, even through my robes.

Gods, he's half naked and I'm still fully dressed.

//I think it's cool, you do what you do//
//And don't try to save me //

DRACO:

Hm. He's already trying to please himself. And he should realize it right about...now.

I wish I had a camera!

Wait I do, and if I do it right, he won't even notice, especially since it doesn't have a flash, not like that Creepy or Seezly or Creavy, or whatever-his-name-is's stupid camera does.

I can have so much fun with this!

I still his hand, and he looks at me. I could almost drown in those fiery green depths. So full of passion, and truth, and, at the moment, lust.

Before I know it, I've batted his hand away and am pleasing him myself with long, teasingly slow, firm motions.

He uses both his free hands to pull me down for a kiss.

I've never believed in the whole fireworks thing, but believe me, there were fireworks. It was like that damn American holiday, what is it? Oh yeah, Independence Day, 'cept with bigger booms and a whole lot more of 'em.

//I'm a bitch, I'm a lover//

DRACO:

It's not long before he reaches his first orgasm, and I hold mine off to watch him. He looks...beautiful. It's amazing. Just like his drawings, a side of him that I've never seen before.

As he comes down, I kiss him, and use his cum to trace lovely patterns on his body, across his lips. I lick up some of the salty substance, and soon his body is ready for another round, the evidence erect and standing tall.

His legs are spread wide, so I use what's left of his first pleasure to prepare him for me, and spread it over myself.

It's warm, and heavenly, and so not like the Harry I expected, not that I knew what to expect. He's kissing me back now, and touching me as much as I am him.

He gasps as I slip into his tight warmth, so much bigger than what I had used to prepare him.

Maybe I should have used more than two fingers.

Despite his pants and moans, I slide in completely and then...

Wait.

He can adjust to me, but he'll need some time, and I give it to him. He is, after all, my bitch for the night. And hopefully many more to come.

Come. Cum. Gods, it is so HARD not to move.

And yes, that is hard too. VERY hard.

//I'm a child, I'm a mother//

HARRY:

I wasn't quite sure what was happening, just that it felt good and I wanted MORE.

And then he was inside me. His cock was up my arse, my own manhood erect between us and almost bursting with the need for release, and he wasn't moving.

Ok, so yeah, it did hurt, but damnit if he didn't move soon I was going to clock him one!

It feels odd to have someone's dick in you, more so because I'm a guy, I think. I mean, it doesn't belong there, we weren't made for it, and yet, it feels so GOOD to me, I can't see how anyone WOULDN'T want it there.

It's so weird, but I like it.

And damnit if doesn't move-

Oh Gods YES!

Ok, so yeah, it hurts. And it's weird. Given the choice, I probably would have liked to fuck him, instead of the other way around, but the way he's moving, it's like I'm so high up and I have no idea how to get down off the cloud.

I cum, and I am so tired.

//I'm a sinner, I'm a saint//

DRACO:

I cum right after he does, spilling myself inside his body even as he drifts off, a goofy smile on his face. And even after I'm done, I stay inside. I want him to feel me when he wakes up, feel the movement and know that I was the one inside him. I am the controller of this. He is mine, and no one else's.

I fall asleep on top of him, his legs spread at an angle that is most likely uncomfortable, if not painful.

He is going to be so sore in the morning.

And I'm the one who did it.

//I do not feel ashamed//

DRACO:

I wake up before he does, but I don't move. I simply watch him. I'm hard again, and still inside him. It only makes me want to move inside him, to wake him by fucking him.

Maybe I will.

He wakes with the first thrust, and immediately grabs my arms where I tower over him. His glasses aren't on straight, and his hair is messier than usual, but I don't mind as I move inside him. Leaning down, I bite the juncture between his neck and shoulder as I cum, marking him as mine. I lick away the few drops of blood.

"You're mine, Harry," I tell him as I slip out, even though he has not yet found release. His legs relax into a more natural position, but I want to make sure that he knows what I mean.

I never planned on using the spell that grandpa taught me, never imagined that I'd be with a guy to ever use it, but I use it now.

Harry squirms beneath me, and his manhood swells. "What was that?" he asks.

I smile, and wait. I want him to learn about this spell on his own, we have time before classes. "I need a shower. So do you."

I bring him with me, teasing him as we go. He walks a bit funny, his legs spread a little farther than they should be, but it does not slow his progress.

//I'm your hell, I'm your dream//

DRACO:

It's almost amusing as we wash in the same shower. I can see his cock swelling, see how much he wants me. I want him, too. I want to be inside him.

I, however, don't have that spell on me.

I kneel down in the rather large stall to examine the other shampoos I left in here, the one I usually use is much too handy, and am not surprised Potter sits on my lap. I halt him, though, and ease him onto my growing erection, the entry eased by the water from the tap.

He moans, and begins to move.

I meet him thrust for thrust, and as his muscles clench, I spill my seed once more.

He doesn't.

His cock is full, and near bursting with the need for release. He would have cum, if not for the spell. "Welcome to the wonderful world of magical cock rings," I whisper in his ear.

He moans, no doubt seeing spots.

Careful that he won't hear me, I remove the spell.

He nearly passes out at my first touch.

I stand, and we part. He's still shaky, but able to stand on his own. I place the spell back on. Carefully.

He leans against the shower wall. "Why?"

"Because you are mine, and I want to make certain that you are aware of that. Only I know the counter for that spell, Harry," I can't help but caress his cheek, "I won't see you at all today. So you're going to wear that until you sneak back into my rooms. I hope it's soon."

And, despite my body and my heart's protest, I leave him there alone.

//I'm nothing in between//

DRACO:

Harry came to me that night, ready and willing to have more, but took my wand before I could cast the spell again. He wouldn't leave with it on.

He had a deal to make.

//You know you wouldn't want it any other way //

HARRY:

I wasn't about to let him control me like that again. Too many people had screwed me over for me to take this lightly.

I went to him again that night, wanting and needing more. I took his wand before he could control me, before he even realized he might want to, and I delivered my ultimatum.

//I'm a bitch, I'm a tease//
//I'm a goddess on my knees//

"I want a deal, Malfoy. There's no need for cock rings and other toys, you can do what you want to me, and I won't be with anyone else. But. I want everything else too. I want to do everything to you, I want feelings, I want love.

"If you can't give me that, we stop this tonight."

"I...I can try?"

"Not good enough."

"I...I will. It's a deal."

"On your honor?"

"What honor? It's on my pride, you stupid Gryffindor. My stupid little Gryffindor."

"On my honor, Draco. On my honor, and your pride, we will love each other, care for each other, and do what we like to each other for the rest of our lives."

"Is this like marriage?"

"I guess."

"I'm NOT calling you my husband, just so you know. I'm the husband."

"Oh, just shut up and go to sleep, you stupid git."

//When you hurt, when you suffer//
//I'm your angel undercover//

HARRY:

And we were happy after that. Nothing got out of hand, now that I can see how our promises MIGHT have been interpreted. It took a while for the whole thing to settle in with the rest of the school, but hey, it wasn't too bad.

Draco and I are happy, that's all that matters.

//I've been numb, I'm revived//
//Can't say I'm not alive//

DRACO:

Father had a fit when he found out, and said something about disowning me, but mother and Dumbledore reminded him that I was part Veela, and that I might not have a choice, if he was my mate.

I don't know if he's my mate, I never could tell his scent was that of a lover's until after we were. I do know that I'd give my life for him, and PLEASE don't tell him I said that. I'd never live it down. Things are good, so long as we're happy. And we are. And I plan to make it stay that way.

//You know I wouldn't want it any other way//

~OWARI~

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