Our Wasted Love

Chapter Two: Silly Games
The silly games people play can sometimes lead to heartache and sometimes catch us unawares. ‘Tis best we not play at all and end up as we started: with nothing gained and nothing lost.


Blaise was not hearing this. It couldn’t be possible. Draco Malfoy actually fucked guys and had hand selected him in particular. It was as if his one wish had come true. Draco wanted to screw him! It was so amazing that Blaise sat there quietly for a few moments just blinking at Draco and not breathing.

Of course Blaise knew that this didn’t mean there would be a real relationship. At least nothing other than sex. That made Blaise’s initial excitement go down a few notches, but Blaise was still finding it difficult to take a proper breath. He would take whatever Draco would offer and cherish it forever.

“How did you know I would even consider being with a guy?” he asked quietly.

“I’m not stupid, Zabini, I know what the look in your eyes means whenever you look at me. It’s the ‘I wanna fuck you so bad’ look. Trust me,” he paused, “I see it all the time.” Draco grinned over that overly arrogant remark.

“I didn’t think I was that transparent.”

“Well, you were. But don’t worry I doubt anyone else noticed.”

“I didn’t think you were into boys, Malfoy. You seem so straight.” Blaise raised an eyebrow, trying to calm down and act cool; like this wasn’t the best thing that had ever happened to him in his life.

“Well, it’s not something I like to broadcast around the school. It’s my business and I like to keep it quiet.”

“Makes sense.”

“Well, I haven’t got all night, Blaise,” Draco said his name lightly, hoping to sway the boy into doing what he wanted him to do.

Draco needed someone bad. They had played Quidditch that day and Draco had walked into the locker room after everyone had left to retrieve his broom that he had left behind.

He walked in on Harry.

Draco had been glued to the spot. There was Potter standing near the showers, towel drying his hair and another towel barely covering what was below his waist. Draco had wished so desperately that the towel would fall, but it hadn’t. So he had feasted his eyes on the rest of Harry. His lean torso tapering down in small but firm muscles to a narrow waist. He had no hair on his chest, at least not from where Draco could see. If there was any it was very fine. He did have hair narrowing down towards his crotch area.

Draco had been instantly hard and turned around before Harry caught him. He had needed someone very badly ever since.

Blaise was a perfect choice. He had seen Blaise staring at him with obvious want many a time, and he was dark-haired like Harry, and was almost as pale as Harry. Unfortunately he was a bit bulkier than Harry was, but he would do.

“Has anyone ever told you no?” Blaise asked.

“Not yet.”

“Then who am I to be the first to deny Draco Malfoy,” he stated as he looked over at Draco.

Once again Draco grinned and got up from his seat. He was standing in front of Blaise in a matter of seconds. He towered over the sitting boy and just looked down into his eyes. His own gray eyes showed a storm of desire and lust. Draco obviously didn’t want to waste any time.

Why isn’t he jumping my bones already? Bollocks! Am I going to have to make the first move? He’s probably a bloody virgin. Why did I have to pick a virgin? He’s not even close to what I really want. Close enough for tonight though. Just close your eyes and picture Harry and it’ll almost be like he’s there.

Blaise finally stood up, coming nose to nose with Draco who had been standing quite close to him. Draco watched as he hesitantly touched his neck. Draco wanted him to do more and leaned into the caress so that he would get the hint to continue.

Blaise wasn’t stupid and became a bit bolder in his attempts. He stepped even closer to Draco and rubbed his lower body against him. If it was a fuck he wanted then that’s what he’d get.

Draco closed his eyes at the sensations his lower body was receiving from the grinding of Blaise’s hips and cock. They were both already hard and aching. Blaise wanted to kiss Draco at least once during this seduction. So he brought his lips down to Draco’s and kissed him deeply, shoving his tongue roughly into the other’s mouth.

Draco made a moan in the back of his throat at the forcefulness of the kiss. “Oh yeah, I like it rough,” he sighed into Blaise’s mouth.

The blond started tearing at Blaise’s clothing, not caring if he ripped them; the clothes had to come off. Heated skin soon touched heated skin and the two boys panted as they continued to kiss each other deeply.

When had they gotten naked? Blaise was amazed at how fast his desire had overtaken. He hadn’t thought he was the rough type, but Draco brought out an animal quality in him that made him want to push Draco to the floor and screw him until he couldn’t stand it any longer.

Blaise tried to lead them to the bed, but Draco stopped him. They ended up against the wall. Draco found it cold but pleasant. He liked the hardness that was surrounding him from both wall and boy. His front was burning hot and his backside was cold. It was pure ecstasy.

Blaise hadn’t even gotten started. He wanted every inch of Draco to touch his lips. He broke the kiss and licked and nipped his way down Draco’s body. Circling Draco’s small pale nipples with his tongue, and gently nibbled them. Draco moaned in response.

He ran his hands down the darker boys’ body and imagined it was Harry. He imagined Harry touching him everywhere. Harry slowly licking a trail down his stomach. It was Harry Draco pictured taking his cock into his mouth and sucking hard. Harry. Harry.

Blaise sucked as if he’d never be able to get enough of Draco. He loved the taste of him in his mouth, and the little moans he made when he rubbed his tongue across the tip. Blaise began to suck harder and faster and he tugged Draco’s balls while he worked on his cock.

He could feel Draco start to tense and knew he was feeling that build up and sure enough he tasted the pre-cum that would only lead to Draco’s orgasm. Blaise couldn’t help but feel immensely proud that he was about to make Draco cum.

Draco let out a low grunt and jerked his hips forward. Blaise swallowed every drop as if it where the elixir of life and he was about to die.

They slipped down to the floor and Draco glanced up at Blaise. Damn if it wasn’t the Slytherin’s face that looked into his own and not Harry Potter’s. He hadn’t looked at Blaise the entire time and imagined it was Harry’s hair he had been clenching on to. But now it wasn’t Harry and Draco suddenly wanted the boy out of his room.

Blaise had other things on his mind. He grabbed his wand and muttered a lubricating spell on his still hard cock. Then he looked at Draco longingly and waited.

I suppose I could let him fuck me, even though I already got what I wanted. What the hell, why not. I can just pretend its Harry, and I’ll get through it.

So Draco smiled at the boy and kissed him gently on the lips. Blaise crushed Draco against his chest and kissed him back with a force. He ran his hands through the silver-blond hair and broke away from him. He kissed Draco behind his ear and turned him around. Draco’s face was buried in the rug. He turned his head and waited for the feel of Blaise’s penetration.

Blaise was taking his own sweet time. He was enjoying the view he had of Draco Malfoy’s firm arse and couldn’t wait to delve deep inside. He paced himself, wanting it to last as long as possible. Slowly he positioned himself over Draco and slid in gently.

Draco was getting bored, and wanted it to be over with already. He lifted his behind up to meet Blaise’s thrusts and this seemed to break some control the dark-haired boy had been holding onto, because he began to thrust harder.

Draco was thinking of Harry, and smiled as he met the thrusts. His hand went under him to stroke his awakening erection and he almost moaned out Harry’s name when he started rubbing his cock. But he couldn’t do that, then Blaise would know, so he kept quiet.

Blaise was stunned at the pleasure he was feeling. He tried to hold out a little longer but he felt himself reaching climax and finally let it hit him. He yelled out Draco’s name, and came in a blaze of colors. It had been better than he’d dreamt it would. Blaise fell on top of Draco and gasped for breath.

Finally! Thought he was going take all damn day. At least I got a decent blow job out of this one.

******

Ginny came to him again a few nights later. Harry tried to deny her. He felt almost dirty when he touched her. It was so wrong but he needed it. He needed to feel another human surrounding him.

So, he took her and she cried afterward. He would have asked her why, but he didn’t really care. So he let her have her cry and then watched as she left.

She looked back at him when she reached the door. Her eyes were still watery and she looked so forlorn. “Harry,” she whispered, “You don’t feel anything anymore do you? Not happiness or pleasure? Or anything at all?”

He didn’t answer her, just stared at her with his usual blank expression. He didn’t know what to say. If he told her ‘no’ then she would be hurt and he didn’t want to hurt anymore than he already knew he had. He’d never hurt her physically, but emotionally he’d turned her world upside down. But he knew his silence was answer enough for her. Oh, well.

“I guess not. I’m sorry, Harry,” she started crying silently again. “I wish I could make you feel again. I love you, you know that?”

“Yes, I know.”

She nodded her head and whispered her goodbye. She left the room quietly and Harry knew she would never come back to him, not in the way she had tonight.

No one else had really noticed the change in him. How dejected he had become, at least when he was feeling anything at all, it was always a deep sorrow that he couldn’t pull out of. That’s when he needed someone to soothe him. To physically comfort him even though he never came and never made a sound during the sex. He just needed the heat the other person gave him, the few minutes of not having to think.

Not even Ron and Hermione had noticed anything odd about him. His almost constant anger and all the work they had to do for classes blinded them to his hollowness. They just couldn’t see what he’d become.

Ginny had noticed though, but no one else. He didn’t even hope she didn’t tell anyone. What did he care if the whole school knew he was a walking blob of nothingness? He only had two things to look forward to: killing Voldemort and Bellatrix once and for all. After that he didn’t know what would become of him.

And he didn’t care.

******

Blaise felt complete. Nothing could bring him down from the natural high he’d been on for two days now. Even Snape\'s two feet essay wasn’t enough to upset him. He felt so alive and happy.

Draco had fallen asleep when they’d finished. He looked so cute and almost innocent when he was asleep. Blaise had quietly gotten dressed and left Draco’s room after staring at him for some time.

Blaise didn’t know if anything else would happen between them, but at least he’d had that one night with Draco if nothing else.

But in the back of his mind the intimacy they’d shared made him hope for something more. He wished Draco loved him the way he loved Draco: with his whole heart. But Draco didn’t love anything; at least not to Blaise’s knowledge.

Something Blaise hoped he could change.

******

He couldn’t stop staring at Harry. He’d never had this problem before. Normally he could control himself. But for some reason he just needed to look at him today. It had been four days since Draco had fucked anyone and he was getting annoyed with himself.

He’d had plenty of opportunities to get laid in the four days, but he didn’t want anyone of them.

He wanted Harry.

This was getting ridicules. Harry was out of his reach, so why become celibate just because he couldn’t have him? It was a question Draco had been asking himself all day. He had yet to come up with an answer. He could have anyone he wanted; except Harry Potter.

And just what made Potter so out of reach? He was no better than Draco. Sure, he’s the Boy Who Lived and he was rich, but Draco was rich too. So, that didn’t matter. But what was it that made him so unobtainable? That 5th year had gotten him, and so had a few other people, so Draco heard. They hadn’t had any problems fucking him. He hadn’t been too good for them. What about Draco Malfoy? Wasn’t he good enough?

Of course, he was the best. He could get stupid Scarhead. Scratch that. Sexy Scarhead. With his strangely attractive messy hair and his deep jade eyes and his lean Seekers body that would feel so good against Draco.

Whoa down boy. You’re in Potions, you don’t need to get a hard-on in class. Look away from him. Ew, Weasley. There that’ll calm you down. Stupid Weasel. I wonder if they’ve done anything. No, he’s with that Mudblood.

I wish I could have Harry. I’d make him happy and keep him so satisfied. Oh, here I go again. Stop thinking about Harry for heaven’s sake!

Draco needed to get a hold of himself. His need for Harry had never been this bad before. If only he could just go up to the boy and kiss him. Maybe that would get his attention. Draco laughed to himself. Yeah, that would definitely get his attention, maybe even get Draco a punch in the face. But it would be worth it. Just to feel Harry’s lips against his for a second would be worth it.

Should Draco go for it? Risk everything for one chaste kiss? Wouldn’t that be stupid? And he sure as hell knew that Harry wouldn’t keep his mouth shut about Draco liking boys. The Telling Spell probably wouldn’t even stop him. And besides Draco didn’t want him to develop a boil on any part of that body that Draco might want to use one day. Not that he’d ever get the chance to anyway.

Harry suddenly turned around and looked into Draco’s eyes. Draco supposed he had felt someone staring at him. But to his surprise Harry didn’t glare as he normally would have. He didn’t have any expression on his face at all. He simply looked at Draco and then turned back around.

Draco’s heart was racing. Harry had caught him and hadn’t even thrown an insult. Strange. Draco continued to stare. But Harry didn’t seem to care that someone was looking at him anymore. Draco became frustrated and looked away.

Was it his imagination or had Harry’s eyes looked different? It looked as if no soul was behind those eyes. At least for the split second Harry had looked at him it had seemed as if no one was home. Maybe it was just Draco’s mind playing tricks on him. Harry had never looked at Draco without loathing plain in his eyes.

Draco must be tired or something. He’d had two restless nights in a row. His dreams kept waking him up; his dreams of Harry. And he always seemed to wake up before the good parts too. After he’d awaken from these dreams he was never able to fall back asleep. The rest of his night was spent tossing and turning in frustration.

Suddenly class was over and everyone was getting up to leave. Potions had just sailed by today. Draco saw Harry hanging back from his friends. He must’ve wanted a private word with Snape for some reason. Draco automatically stayed behind too, well in the back of the classroom.

After the rest of the class had gone Harry and Snape shared a whispered conversation and both nodded afterward. Snape left to his office just as Harry turned and walked towards the door. That left only him and Draco in the room.

As Harry came closer Draco decided what he would do with this unusual opportunity. He stepped in front of Harry and smirked at him.

Harry stopped directly in front of Draco and waited. His face showed nothing of what he was thinking. Not even a glimmer of annoyance crossed his face.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” he finally asked.

Draco grabbed Harry and pushed him against the wall next to the door. He pressed his lips to Harry’s and kissed him like he’d always wanted to kiss him, minus the open mouths, for Harry’s was still closed.

When Draco pulled away from Harry he whispered, “I want you.”