| Chapter Thirteen: Blood Red Sorrow By Princesspepper |
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| Draco couldn't sleep. All he managed to do was stare at the ceiling, and punch his pillow occasionally. He kept sighing, wishing he wasn't such an idiot. Why did he have to go and kiss Brianna? It was all her fault. So why should he listen to her? He was going after Harry. Draco hopped out of bed, throwing his legs over the edge and slowly standing on them. From the other side of the conjured wall, apparently Brianna heard him, because suddenly the wall was gone and she was regarding him with her hands on her hips. "Where you going?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "To clear things up with my boyfriend," Draco spat, moving towards the door. Brianna shrugged. "Suit yourself. Just don't say I didn't warn you." "Pfft, what could go wrong?" "Just go. Use your imagination." Draco shook his head with exasperation, muttered something that resembled, "women," and slammed the door as he left the room. Once he was in the dark hallway, he started to have second thoughts about his little mission. It wasn't that he was afraid of the dark; he just didn't like being alone at night. "Lumos," Draco muttered, brandishing his wand. Slowly and carefully, he made his way down to the fourth floor. Once there, he held his wand up to the figures on the doors until he located 4E. The door was (conveniently) unlocked, so Draco let himself in. The sight that greeted him made him clench his fists in rage, and he almost left the room, but then reminded himself that there were two sides to every story. His Harry was being embraced by FINNIGAN, the ex-boyfriend! This was just not right. Draco felt anger boiling up in his throat, threatening to escape in the form of a loud scream. Once Draco had opened the room, the would-be couple on the bed turned around to see who had walked in. Harry's eyes widened, but he didn't budge away from Seamus. That made Draco mad. He could at least have the decency to move away from the person he was "cheating" on Draco with. "What do you think you're doing?" Draco hissed evenly. Harry glared at him. "I have every right," he said, not meeting Draco's eyes, "you kissed your roommate, so now I'm being comforted by mine." Draco willed himself to breathe normally. "Harry," he whispered, "why don't you get it? You must have the worst timing on Earth. Do you remember the last time something like this happened? And that time, I could understand your concern; it was a guy that you thought I kissed. But this� this is just ridiculous." Draco noticed for the first time that Seamus was glaring at him just as strongly as Harry was. And, to Draco's utter horror, he got closer to Harry as Draco spoke those words. "It's okay," he was whispering, "don't let him put you down." Draco couldn't take it anymore. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!" he screamed, rushing over to scare Seamus off. It worked. Hey, Draco was really scary when he was mad. Once Seamus had successfully fled the room, Draco took his spot on the bed next to Harry. "Listen to me," Draco whispered gently, "I was just kissing her on the cheek as a thank you for covering for us. She turned her head at the last moment and got my lips. I was so shocked at what she did that I didn't pull away right away, and that was when you walked in. You have to believe me! I don't even like girls!" Harry looked Draco in the eye for the first time since he entered the room. Draco saw that his eyes were red and puffy, as if he had been crying. "I'm sorry," Draco whispered, searching Harry's expression for his thoughts. That was enough for Harry, apparently, because at those words, he threw his arms around Draco's neck and began crying again. "You promise? You really mean it? You don't like girls?" "Of course I mean it," Draco said firmly, stroking Harry's hair. Once Harry was done crying, they stared at one another for a few minutes. "Draco?" "Yeah?" "How many times have we broken up for dumb reasons such as these?" "�Good question. Too many to count." "Why are we tortured like this?" "Hm� somebody must think it's funny. What a sicko." [//] Even though it was getting late, the boys decided that they would try to go through with their original plan� you know, what they were planning on doing before everything went hopelessly wrong. So, they made their way back to Draco's room. When they opened the door, they saw that Brianna wasn't yet asleep, and she came rushing forward at the moment the door was opened. "HARRY! I'm so sorry for what happened before! I swear, it'll never happen again! And whatever he said--" she pointed at Draco, "it's true! It's all my fault!" "Brianna� BRIANNA!" Draco yelled, smacking her arm when she continued to babble. "He believes me� it's okay. Just� never do that again. Get it?" She nodded solemnly. Then, she regarded them again and smiled broadly. "Hm, I suppose you've made up then? I guess you'll make me put up that wall� wish I could watch�" she muttered, waving her wand. The wall appeared again, and she stepped through the door, closing it behind her. Draco locked it. With the most powerful locking charm he knew. "That was creepy," Harry said to Draco, staring after Brianna. "Did she really say she wished she could watch us�?" Draco nodded grimly. "I'm afraid so." Harry looked uncomfortable, so Draco asked him what was wrong. "Uh� well, now that I know what really happened� I feel bad for running to Seamus. Can you forgive me?" Draco smiled wickedly. "Of course. And I have a few ideas of how you can redeem yourself." Harry laughed, but looked slightly fearful. "Now isn't the time to fulfill a kinky sex fantasy, Draco." "Oh, isn't it? It's my turn to top, anyway." Now Draco was sure. Harry definitely looked frightened. "Great," he whispered, backing away as Draco eyed him predatorily, "I am not going to be able to walk tomorrow." "Nope," Draco said, throwing Harry onto his bed. "But that's how I like it," he snarled, attacking Harry's neck with his mouth. His teeth ran over a particularly tender bit of flesh, and Harry moaned, grabbing Draco's ass and pushing it down so their hips met hard. Draco groaned, but then pulled away, breaking all contact with Harry. "Wha--why?" Harry whimpered, groping for Draco's shoulders to pull him back. "Because," Draco said, his eyes glinting with malice, "You're forgetting who's in control here." 'You're so mean!' Harry thought, glaring at Draco, 'you have control problems!' 'Whatever,' Draco grumbled in response, climbing back on top of Harry and pulling off his shirt. Draco began licking and sucking Harry's nipples, and Harry let out a choked gasp, which resounded throughout the room. 'Shit,' Draco mumbled, fumbling for his wand. 'What?' Harry asked, annoyed. Things like this kept happening just when he was beginning to enjoy himself. 'Didn't cast a silencing charm. She can hear us,' Draco grumbled, pointing towards the conjured wall and casting the charm. ("Darn," muttered Brianna from the other room. She had been enjoying the sounds she'd been hearing). Harry took this moment of distraction as an opportunity to pull Draco's shirt off, which he did with ease. He was about to move on to his pants, when Draco stopped him. 'Are you forgetting all the torture you put me through last time?' he muttered, glaring at Harry playfully. Harry rolled his eyes but let Draco play his little game. Draco was definitely one to hold a grudge. Harry was still musing when he felt the softness of Draco's lips press against his own, making him forget everything he had been thinking about. Draco pulled back and smiled, touching Harry's face with his hand. Harry got slightly annoyed that Draco was taking his sweet time, but was touched by the gesture nonetheless. It wasn't too long before Draco got bored with being sentimental and began running his tongue down Harry's chest again. Harry tried to furiously buck his hips, but Draco placed his hands on them, pinning Harry's lower half to the bed. Harry made a distinct noise of frustration that turned into a moan when Draco swirled his tongue inside Harry's navel. Draco dipped his fingers beneath the waistline of Harry's pants and pulled them down quickly, along with his boxers. Harry gasped at the sudden movement, but gasped louder when he felt Draco's mouth close around his length. He let out a strangled cry when Draco began to suck really hard. 'What the fuck?!' Harry shouted. 'You're going to make me come before we do anything!' 'Trust me, I know what I'm doing,' Draco responded lazily, swirling his tongue one last time before releasing Harry and sliding up his body until they were face to face. Draco leaned down and kissed Harry hard, his tongue entering Harry's mouth without permission and wandering all over the place. Draco trapped Harry's bottom lip between his teeth and pulled gently, making Harry moan. Draco let go and sat up slightly, reaching down to remove Harry's glasses. He set them on the night table gently and surveyed the man underneath him. 'I give you permission to touch me,' Draco said in a satisfied voice. 'Thanks,' Harry replied sarcastically, but he began undoing Draco's pants anyway. 'Aaargh, hurry up!' Draco snarled when Harry was taking too long to remove his pants. Harry finally pulled them off, and Draco dove on top of Harry again, giving him a love bite. Harry moaned and ground his hips into Draco's again. Draco's animal instincts were triggered by the feeling of Harry's warm skin rubbing against his own, so he let out a snarl and began to bite harder on Harry's neck. Harry gasped and brought both of his hands up to Draco's hair, pulling it whenever Draco bit particularly hard. Eventually, Draco decided Harry was being a good boy and that he should get a move on already. So, he backed off and gently spread Harry's legs, carefully preparing him. Moments later, he had lined his tip up with Harry's opening and slowly edged in. ~*~*~*~*~*Harry's POV*~*~*~*~*~ My eyes snapped shut as soon as he entered me. I heard his breath hitch, which just aroused me more. Not to mention the moaning that ensued seconds later as he slowly drew out, then pushed himself back in. My gasps harmonized with his as he continued to thrust, bringing both of us closer to the edge with every movement. I willed myself to open my eyes to catch sight of his face. His eyes were barely open, looking at me with affection. His fringe clung to his forehead from the sweat produced from our activities. His mouth was open slightly, just enough for him to let the gasps and moans out. When I opened my eyes, he seemed to remember that he should be helping me along, so he reached forward and began to stroke my length in time with his own movements. My eyes felt like they wanted to snap shut again, but I made them stay open. I wanted to see him when I came. I felt him slow down slightly and angle himself. He then made a particularly deep thrust that hit that spot inside of me that made me scream. Every nerve in my body was on fire, making me ache for a release. He smiled at the sound I made, drew himself out, then went back in just as hard and fast as the last time. I let out another cry, louder than last time. He leaned down and kissed my lips hard to silence me, teasing my tongue with his. I arched into him, trying to get him to go in further, and he let me, he himself pushing down as he continued to stroke me. Apparently, the third time was the charm, for as soon as he hit those nerves, my muscles contracted, pushing him over the edge. He let out a choked sob; my name leaving his barely parted lips in a low hiss. I came less than a second later in his hand, letting out a low, guttural moan. He slowly drew himself out of me, closed his eyes, and collapsed onto my chest. Sweat and other bodily fluids made our skin stick together as we started to cool down. I felt as his heart slowly stopped racing, getting a little slower with every minute that passed until it was back to its normal rate. Once his breathing had returned to normal as well, he opened his eyes and lifted himself slightly off my chest. He kissed me sloppily and lazily, running his fingers through my hair. I gently pushed him off of me when he was through, moving away slightly. "Hey!" he said, glaring at me. "You were getting heavy," I muttered, smiling. I was getting off the bed now, but Draco reached out and grabbed my arm. "Where are you going?" "To get dressed and go back to my room." "No! You're staying here tonight." I stopped trying to get off the bed and settled back against his chest. "If you insist." ~*~*~*~*~*Normal POV*~*~*~*~*~ Draco was awake. It was about three o'clock in the morning, and he couldn't fall back asleep. This always happened after he had sex. Initially, he was exhausted and fell asleep almost immediately afterwards, but he always woke up after two hours or so and couldn't fall back asleep. He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, and he wanted to have another go, but Harry was asleep. Draco sighed and turned over, facing his sleeping partner. His eyes were open slightly, and his eyelashes would flutter every once in a while, giving Draco a view of the startling green below. His mouth too was open slightly, letting out barely audible snores. His black hair made a startling contrast against the white pillow he lay on. Harry was on his back, his head turned to the left, his left arm resting next to his head, hand palm up. Draco propped his head up on his right arm and gazed at Harry's sleeping form, brushing his hair off his face lovingly. Draco wanted to lick him so badly, but he knew Harry would murder him if he were woken up by something so unimportant. It was so frustrating for Draco to be in the same bed with Harry and know that they wouldn't be having sex any time soon. Draco sighed and turned over, trying to go to sleep again. When he lay there for twenty minutes without even getting drowsy, he turned over and decided to continue to study his sleeping partner. Draco reached out and took Harry's hand in his own, stroking his thumb over Harry's palm. His eyes traveled down Harry's forearm, marveling at how smooth it was. So, you could imagine his surprise when he saw a huge, pink scratch mark appear suddenly. 'What the fuck?' Draco thought to himself, leaning closer to Harry's arm and bringing his face close to the scratch. He ran his fingers over it gingerly, feeling the rough edge of the healed over cut. It looked as if it had been pretty deep, but then had a few days to heal. Just as Draco was starting to think about it, another one appeared a few inches away. This one looked older; it was a white line rather than a pink one, and was almost smooth to the touch. 'He's been using concealing charms!' Draco thought, running his fingers over the newer cut again. 'If this were just any scratch, he wouldn't hide it from me�. Has he been�?' Draco shook his head violently to get the thought out of his head. 'Why would he though? I have to confront him about it!' Draco was starting to get angry. 'But� he has enough to worry about. I'll wait until I have more evidence to talk to him� like him lying dead on the bathroom fl--no, no, I won't think like that.' Draco clenched his eyes shut and tried to get the mental image out of his head. Draco rolled over, tried to stop thinking about it, and fell into a restless sleep. [//] The next morning, when Draco woke up, Harry was still asleep. He tried to ignore the scabs on his arm as he leaned over his sleeping lover, willing him to wake up. Draco decided to have some fun. Draco leaned closer to Harry's face and began to breathe heavily on him. Harry wrinkled his nose and shut his eyes tighter, trying to escape from the hot air blowing on him. Draco smirked and moved down further, so that his nose almost brushed Harry's neck. He decided this would be a good time to do what he had wanted to the previous night. Draco stuck out his tongue and ran it over Harry's collarbone, moving up to his jaw line and going around to the underside of his chin. Harry flinched and whimpered, resting his hands on Draco's shoulders. Draco smirked and went on to tug lightly on Harry's earlobe. Harry opened his mouth slightly and groaned; now gripping Draco's biceps. Finally, Draco moved to his lips and kissed him lightly. This woke Harry up. Once Draco broke the kiss, he saw that Harry looked slightly bewildered, but happy nonetheless. "About time you woke up," Draco muttered, rolling off Harry. "What? You tired me out last night," he mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Well, I don't appreciate it. I woke up last night, ready for another go, and you were dead to the world." "Never can have enough sex, can you?" Harry muttered, desperately hoping Draco wasn't going to try to engage him in something. "Nope," Draco said, but thankfully just got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. "Going to take a shower. Care to join me?" Harry rolled his eyes. "You're going to get me to give you a blow job, I just know it," he said resentfully. "Where every did you get that idea?" Draco said innocently. "Is that a yes or a no? I promise I won't make you do anything." "Fine." "Talking isn't what your mouth is good for, Potter!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" "OUCH! I was kidding!" ~*One Hour Later*~ "Hm, you've gotten better at that," Draco said approvingly, towel drying his hair, "haven't been practicing on FINNIGAN, have you?!" Harry glared at him. "You're too damn jealous! Always jumping to conclusions!" "I'll take that as a no," Draco said, satisfied. "Well, I'm glad I'm the only one receiving your amazing blow jobs then." "I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or to smack the crap out of you." "I'd prefer the former, if you don't mind," Draco said, now pulling a shirt over his head. 'POP!' "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" Draco screeched, jumping a foot in the air. "Damn, you're so jumpy," Harry muttered, walking over to the night table, where a note had just appeared. He skimmed it quickly and smiled, handing it to Draco. Draco- Come to my office as soon as possible. Bring Potter; I've got good news. -Severus Draco did the same, looking up at Harry when he was through. "Looks like Sev came through! Why else would he want to see us?" Harry finished getting dressed and they walked up to Snape's office, knocking on the door. "Enter," he said in his broody voice, waving his wand to open the door. When Draco and Harry entered the room, he didn't look up from his paper, merely waved for them to sit down. "That was awful quick," Snape said, finally looking at them. Harry and Draco shared a smirk before wiping it off their faces and turning back to the Professor. "Good news," he said, ignoring their exchanged look. "I talked to the Headmistress, and after a lot of negotiating, I got her to switch you two back to your original room." Harry and Draco's grins widened. "But," Snape said, giving them a severe look, "if she or myself catches you doing anything in the hallways, this privilege will be revoked. Just� make sure you get enough sleep, okay?" he said, trying to get his point across without getting too explicit. Draco couldn't help himself. "Which kind?" he said in a mock-innocent voice. Harry snorted, but quickly covered it with a cough. Snape's face turned quite red. "THE KIND WHERE YOU'RE EACH IN YOUR OWN BED!" "Can't you take a joke?" Draco said, rolling his eyes. "Yes, we'll be good boys and do our homework before we do each other." Snape went from red to white in a split second. "You can go now," he whispered, settling back in his chair. "Okay. Thanks Sev, means a lot to us." "Just get out!" [//] Later that night, Draco and Harry were already settled back into their own room. "Much better," Draco said, reclining on his own bed. "Just me and you." "Was Brianna that bad?" Harry asked, smirking. "Hm� well, not really. She was just annoying. A nice person I guess, and her intentions were pure. Ish." Harry snorted. "Well, I guess I'll kinda miss Seamus." "WHAT?!" Draco shouted, sitting upright and glaring at Harry. "Calm the hell down! Wow, it's so fun making you angry. I meant as a friend. Nothing more." "Oh, yeah, sure. I bet you weren't saying that while you were FUCKING him!" "Hey! That only happened once!" Harry honestly thought Draco's head was going to explode. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?" he roared, his face turning very, very red. Harry rolled his eyes and laughed lightly. "Why are you LAUGHING?" "Because, you overreact." "Oh, sure, because hearing that my boyfriend cheated on me doesn't merit anger!" "I didn't cheat on you!" "If screwing somebody doesn't count as cheating, tell me what does!" "I screwed him over the summer! Before you and I got back together!" "�Oh. WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE?" "I told you, it's fun to make you mad." "But what if I stormed out of the room and never saw you again?" "Pfft, your loss." "Do I mean that little to you?" Draco said, his eyes welling up with fake tears. "I was kidding!" Harry said, laughing and walking over to lie next to Draco. "I know. Wait a minute� you SCREWED HIM OVER THE SUMMER?!" "So what? We weren't together!" "I know� but was I that easy to forget about? I didn't do anything with Blaise because I kept thinking about you!" "No� you weren't, believe me. The night I slept with him, I had seen you and Blaise kissing in the park and I got mad." "So you screwed him?" Draco said skeptically. "Didn't give me a second thought?" "I think we've had this conversation before�" Harry said, trying to distract Draco. "Whatever. So answer me!" "Uh, I was thinking about you," Harry said uneasily, trying to close the subject. "OH NO YOU DON'T! You're trying to change the subject! You started this, now you have to finish it!" "FINE goddamit! For your information, I shouted your name when I climaxed and that's why we broke up!" Draco stared at Harry incredulously before bursting out in hysterical laughter. "I know you love me, but come on! Finnigan must be scarred for life!" Harry flushed red. "Don't rub it in. I already feel bad." 'Really bad,' Harry thought, biting his lip. He couldn't believe how nice Seamus was being to him after all he, Harry, had put him through! Draco was about to say something else when he realized something. "Crap! I left one of my trunks in Brianna's room!" he swore again, jumping off the bed. "I'll be back in ten minutes, sorry bout this�" A minute later he was gone and the door was closing behind him. Can't you just see what's coming? *cough* Anyway, Harry was feeling pretty upset. He knew Draco didn't mean to make him feel bad, but, hell, he did anyway. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door softly behind him, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet and looking for his razor. Wouldn't he learn by now not to do this without locking the door? Anyway, Harry ignored the blatant foreshadowing of Seamus finding him yesterday and proceeded with the harming of himself. Doing this always made him emotional, so he began to cry softly, silent tears running down his cheeks. So, of course, Draco took shorter than he expected to and let himself in. When he didn't see Harry on the bed anymore, he furrowed his brow in confusion. Then he saw the bathroom door closed. Harry was sitting on the floor now, cradling his bleeding arm, the only movement was his chest rising and falling with his breaths. The blood was pooled on the floor around him, surrounding him like a crimson river. "Harry?" Draco said, calling through the door. Harry's head shot up and saw that the door was unlocked and the handle was turning. "No!" he sobbed, "Don't come in!" "Why no--" Draco stopped talking when he opened the door and caught sight of Harry. "Harry!" Draco's head was spinning. How could this be happening? He was sure he was mistaken about the cuts on Harry's arm. Harry was the strong one, and Draco was weak. How did this happen? Draco took a tentative step forward, his eyes falling on the pool of blood next to Harry. "No," he whispered, his eyes now falling on the blood-covered sink with the saturated razor. Harry had covered his face with his hands, sobbing his eyes out, the blood still dripping from the wound. Draco waved his wand and the blood on the floor and sink disappeared. He walked over to Harry and sat next to him on the floor, wrapping his arms around the crying boy. Harry took his face out of his hands and buried it in Draco's chest instead, sobbing loudly, gripping the material of Draco's shirt with his hands until his knuckles turned white. Draco patted his hair soothingly, running his other hand over his back in calming, rhythmic circles. After he let Harry cry for a few minutes, he gently took Harry's arm and healed the cut as Harry continued to cry. "Come on," Draco whispered, "let's go inside. I'd carry you, but I'm smaller than you." Harry gave him a weak smile and unsteadily got to his feet. Harry put his arm around Draco for support, as he was weak from all the crying and bleeding. Once Harry seemed to be done crying, Draco looked at him seriously. "Harry," he said sternly, "You have to stop this nonsense. You could get seriously injured. You should know, didn't you nearly die in fifth year?" Harry nodded. "You nearly died in sixth year," he said, "good thing I found you." "Exactly," Draco said, "That is why you have to stop. I know it's not easy to just STOP, just like that, but I'll help you, I promise. Just like you helped me." Harry frowned. "I'll be alright. I just had a relapse, that's all. I can stop, you don't have to do anything; I can take care of myself." Draco looked at him sternly. "Fine. But if I so much as suspect anything, I'm calling for an intervention." Draco honestly was trying to do the right thing. How was he to know that it was far more serious than anybody thought? 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