Tell Me

Tell Me



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Chapter Eleven:



“Draco,” said Theo with a smile in his dark eyes. “Where did you disappear to last night? That Ravenclaw party was loads of fun after the lights went out.”



“I had a previous engagement,” said Draco diffidently as he toyed with his roast beef. He hitched the edge of his shirt up to hide the rather enthusiastic marks Turpin left on his neck last night.



“I missed you,” said Theo as he exchanged a covert look with a watchful Blaise.



“I-,” said Draco as he looked up at Theo. He stopped talking when he saw a poker faced Professor Snape glide up to the Slytherin table and stop beside him. Snape gave him a look he could not interpret as he handed Draco a heavy bundle of parchment.



“This parchment just came for you,” said Professor Snape smoothly. “Your mother wanted me to ensure that you received this owl promptly.”



Draco nodded coolly as he looked at the heavy parchment. The paper felt thick and expensive under his fingertips that were used to fine paper. He wondered why his mother hadn’t waited to send this owl in the morning post. He opened the parchment curiously.



Theo was whispering to Blaise out of the corner of his mouth. Zabini was determined to have another of his ‘secret’ trysts with Granger in their shared room. Personally, Theo thought that Blaise should just tell Draco that he wanted privacy. Draco was a clever bastard. He would eventually figure it out anyway. Theo stilled as he caught the expression that crossed Draco’s expressive face.



Blaise frowned as he realized that Theo had not heard a word he had said in the past few minutes. He raised his head to dart a glance towards where Theo was looking. He mouthed Draco’s name silently.



Theo was watching the lights flicker off and on behind Draco. The table started to shake as Draco’s white face flushed with anger. Several Slytherin girls gasped as cutlery and dishes began to levitate and begin swirling dangerously around their heads.



“Mr. Malfoy,” warned Professor Snape as he came towards the Slytherin table and the rest of the professors slowly got to their feet.



Vincent and Greg had already got to their feet and were edging away from Draco. Blaise looked over to the pair in confusion. Vin urged Blaise and Theo to come and stand near them.



“What is it?” asked Theo as he went to stand near Crabbe and Goyle.



“It’s been ages,” said Greg as he edged further away.



“Yes,” agreed Vincent. “The last time was when …you know.”



“His father,” whispered Greg.



Blaise gasped as did most of the students in the Great Hall as the plates and cutlery on the Slytherin table began to whirl faster and faster over the table all in a circle around a white faced Draco Malfoy.



“Mr. Malfoy,” said Professor McGonagall, “control yourself.”



But Draco was beyond all reprimands as his magic crackled and burst out of him in uncontrolled fractures. All Draco could hear was the sound of rushing water as he looked the parchment in front of him. All he could see was his father’s signature. It was like the stark, black writing was mocking him. It was almost like he could hear his father’s voice repeating the same lecture again and again. How it was his duty to preserve the pureness of the Black and Malfoy bloodline. But it was all lies and his father’s signature on his marriage contract to a half blood cousin proved it. He never for one second really believed that his father would sign a marriage contract binding him to Nymphadora. Father had always called his wife’s sister a blood traitor. Draco could feel one of the tenets of his entire existence shake on its foundations. He felt sick and confused.



According to the piece of parchment, Draco was as good as married to his cousin. The entire contract just needed his signature. He looked at the crazy loopy purple letters that formed Nymphadora magical signature. He fought down a feeling of betrayal. There must be some good explanation why she had signed this contract. She did not want to marry him as much as he did not want to marry her. A voice in the back of his head whispered that maybe she decide that being the lady of Malfoy Manor was not as onerous as she implied. Draco could feel his heart accelerate.



Draco gasped as a familiar hand grasped his shoulder firmly but gently. He looked up with a dazed look at his Head of House. Professor Snape gave Draco a stern but not unkind look. The chaos dimmed as Draco took a deep and calming breath. He needed to think. A few moments later, Draco looked at the debris left on the table in confusion. It was like he was all of a sudden sleepy. He blinked and looked up at professor Snape.



“I think that Mr. Malfoy is dismissed from classes this morning,” said Albus Dumbledore quietly but firmly. Draco nodded vaguely as Vincent and Greg came forward and guided Draco back towards the Slytherin dungeons amidst a buzz of whispers from the other students.



“What was in that parchment?” asked Professor McGonagall with shock and confusion. It was very unusual of a wizard of Malfoy’s age to lose control like that, especially with the extremely effective wards in the Great Hall.



“Adulthood, Minerva, adulthood,” said Dumbledore cryptically.



Several hours later, Draco woke up to the whispers of his house mates. He could hear his name being whispered furtively. He rolled over and stared out into the room .His curtains were open. He did not want to wake up. He didn’t know exactly who he was anymore.



“All right, Draco,” asked Vincent Crabbe with a concerned look on his face. He was the first of his mates to notice the candlelight flickering off of Draco’s open grey eyes.



Draco shook his head silently.



“Hungry, Draco?” asked Blaise with a worried look. “I’ve got chocolate.”



Draco shook his head.



“You have to marry your cousin,” stated Theo quietly in the suddenly silent room.



Draco nodded.



“Bugger your father,” said Greg Goyle with a scowl as he eyed his childhood friend with concern. It wasn’t like Draco to be so passive. Draco was brash and full of plans when he ran into obstacles.



Draco nodded then rolled over with his back to his friends.



“Come on,” said Theo briskly as he went and rolled Draco over with a rough but kind hearted shove. “Don’t get all broody and oh-so-Black on us, mate. So, you are going to have a wife not of your own choosing. It’s a fate most of us are going to share. Where is the Draco that doesn’t take shit from anybody?”



“Gone,” said Draco morosely.



“See what I mean about Black and morose,” said Theo with an unrepentant grin.



“I am not going to marry Pansy, am I?” said Draco sadly.



His mates looked at him with surprise. They had thought Draco had made peace with his break-up with Parkinson.



“No,” said Blaise in the sudden silence quietly.



“I think for the first time, I really know that is true,” said Draco pensively. He stared off into the distance and thought about his father and the lies the man had told him since he was a small boy. The rest of the Slytherins were watching Draco carefully.



“He’s a liar,” said Draco petulantly after a long silence. His voice felt scratchy. “He‘s a fucking liar.”



“Narrow that down, Draco,” said Blaise with a smirk. “Scarhead? Weasley?”



“My father,” said Draco lowly. He sat up and groaned as his head spun. He spent hours railing against his fate with screams and tears behind his silence spell reinforced curtains until he had fallen asleep. His mates had probably opened his curtains only to see if he hadn’t offed himself.



“You have to eat, Draco,” said Vincent with a worried expression.



“I don’t want to,” said Draco stubbornly.



“What do you want to do?” asked Greg with a worried expression.



“I want to…,” said Draco with a sigh as he covered his face. “I don’t know what I want anymore. Hell, I don’t even know who I am.”



“You are Draco Black Malfoy,” said Blaise intently as he looked at his disheveled friend. “With the Black inheritance, you are going to be richer than Tarquin Bole.”



“Quit exaggerating,” said Draco with a slight grin, “besides, I don’t get anything unless I marry my cousin.”



“That’s not true,” said Theo thoughtfully. “To get the Black inheritance, all you have to do is marry some half blood or muggle witch. The Malfoy fortune just requires your father’s signature.”



Draco stilled then looked into Theo’s clever black eyes. He gave a slow, almost bitter smile.



“What?” asked Blaise suspiciously.



“I know the perfect way to make my father incandescent with rage,” said Draco with a bark of laughter.



“Now, Draco,” said Theo with an amused tone. “Think this plot through now. No need to get your father angry without a back-up plan.”



“What are you going to do?” asked Vincent.



“Oh, you’ll find out,” said Draco as he smiled off into the distance. He was careful not to catch Blaise’s eye. He knew that he wasn’t thinking straight right now, but the most delicious plan had just occurred to him.



Later, when the lights had dimmed and his housemates were asleep. Draco carefully edged himself out of his bed and padded over to Blaise’s bedside. He quickly undressed and eased himself into the bed.



“Hmmmm,” said Blaise as Draco eased his lean frame against Blaise’s body.



“Hermione?” murmured Blaise. Draco scowled for a moment then his face cleared. He eased a hand down Blaise’s firm chest. His fingers slowly found their way around Blaise’s burgeoning erection. Draco then kissed the edge of Blaise’s jaw lightly. He slowly kissed his way down Blaise’s neck.



“Ohhh,” moaned Blaise as he opened his eyes blearily. “Draco.”



“Blaise,” said Draco with a sly grin. He could see that Zabini’s eyes were cloudy with desire. He always knew about Blaise’s attraction to him. Hell, he always admired Blaise’s olive skin and glossy curls. He loved beautiful things and Blaise was beautiful.



“What do you want, Draco?” asked Blaise with a moan. Draco’s fingers kept up their lightly petting rhythm. Zabini shifted so Draco would have better access.



Draco snickered. He hotly whispered against Blaise’s ear, “Sex.” Blaise gave a low moan in his throat and pulled Draco closer. Draco closed his eyes and thought to himself, “And I want to marry your girlfriend.”



Much later, as both Slytherins were oblivious to anything but each other, the door to the dorm creaked open. Theo opened a bleary eye and sleepily wondered how the door opened by itself. Then he turned and pulled the duvet over his face as he heard the panting and moaning coming from Blaise’s bed. Honestly, Theo knew very well that Draco and Blaise were fucking. Every one of their dorm mates knew because Draco was oblivious when it came to his sex life and gossip. Draco did not know and likely did not give a toss that the castle liked to gossip about him and his bedmates.



“Mind you,” thought Theo sleepily, “Draco is well aware of the power his looks gave him over girls and lads alike and like a proper Slytherin, took full advantage. Now if only he could learn to scheme with dispassion. Too bad Draco was too much a Black and not enough Malfoy. The Blacks were all about passion.” Theo shrugged and rolled over back to sleep.



Hermione gave a start when she slipped into Blaise’s room. She swore she saw Theodore Nott’s eyes open when she came in the door under Harry’s invisibility cloak. She stood in the middle of room holding her breath until Nott rolled over and went back to sleep. She edged her way towards Blaise’s bed when she heard them. Hermione stepped closer and through a part in the curtains she could see them. Her heart was beating a mile a minute.



Hermione’s mouth dried and she hitched her breath as she took in the sight of her boyfriend and Malfoy together intertwined on the bed. She had her hand raised but stilled as she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. His smooth, firm back, the throaty moans he was making, his gleaming eyes and that platinum hair flashing in the moonlight. Merlin, he was so beautiful, it made her throat ache. She licked her lips when he tossed his head back and she could see his face. His pointy chin, Roman nose, sulky mouth and those razor sharp cheekbones should have been incongruous but instead combined to make him striking.



Hermione’s heart pounded as she squirmed. She could feel an ache building in between her legs as she watched them make love. She could see flashes of Blaise underneath Draco. She could see small glimpses of his curly hair and his glistening olive skin but she was riveted by the sight of a passionate Draco Malfoy.



She caught her breath when Draco’s voice broke the silence.



“Do you love me Blaise?”



Her throat caught as she caught the plaintive note in Draco’s rough passion-filled voice.



“Draco,” whispered Blaise.



“No,” demanded Draco. His hips flashed faster. “Do you love me?”



“Yes,” said Blaise in a strangled voice.



“I’ll keep going even if you say no,” said Draco aggressively. “You don’t have to say yes.”



“Draco,” said Blaise as he pulled the blonde down to kiss his sulky mouth. “I love you.”



A shocked Hermione gasped loudly and her grip on the cloak slipped. She looked into the surprised faces of both Draco and Blaise. She had moved closer than she had realized. She could almost touch them. Her breathing was labored.



“Granger?”



“Hermione?”



“I…came to surprise you,” said Hermione in a strangled tone.



Malfoy’s glittering eyes seemed to sear her skin with the utterly blatantly assessing gaze he had turned on her. Their usually repressed sexual attraction seemed to lance out and permeate the room.



“I’m surprised,” said Blaise faintly. His hand was still tangled in Draco’s hair. They were both so close and he was so hard, he could barely think straight.



“Join us?” asked Malfoy in that superior upper class accent she hated.



Hermione opened her mouth to give him a scathing put down, when he reached out and ran a long finger over her hard nipple.



“You want to,” said Draco in a thick voice. She could hear the passion in his voice.



Hermione only looked at him in surprise as he pulled her gently closer. Before Hermione could quite comprehend it, she was lying in between the two Slytherins and they were pulling her clothes off in a determined and deliberate fashion.



“But I thought you hated me,” said Hermione breathlessly as she watched him nuzzle her exposed nipples with his mouth, that sulky curling mouth. Her nipples hardened even more.



Draco lifted his gaze from her pretty tits and grinned into her shocked face.



“Oh yes,” said Draco. “I hated you. I hated the fact you had better grades than I did. I hated the fact that even Professor Snape thinks that you are clever. I hated the fact that Scarhead was your friend. I hated the fact that I thought about you the first time I had a wank. I especially hated the fact that I have wanted to fuck your brains out since third year, Granger.”



Hermione could only gape at him. She missed the sardonic grin on Blaise’s face.



“But I hit you,” protested Hermione. A flash of heat went through her when she could feel him throbbing against her stomach. She could feel Blaise against her thigh.



“I like it rough,” drawled Malfoy as his platinum head dipped and he began to lave her nipples with his tongue.



“No,” protested Hermione.



“Quit thinking so much, love,” said Blaise in her ear. Isn’t he beautiful?”



Hermione moaned as Blaise’s mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss.









Author’s Note:



Honest, this is not a cliffhanger. Naughty bits are coming and soon. I have no excuses. I have been a bad bad author. I do hope I am keeping Draco in character. To me, he is more Black than Malfoy. That is why Lucius is so hard on him.