Haunted

III

Draco hadn’t left the Gryffindors’ bedroom in the whole night, but he had been quiet all along to make Potter believe he had. After he had spoken to him with his real voice, Potter’s roommates had arrived. He had been expecting him to tell them what had happened, but he pretended to be asleep instead.

«Thinking we’re nuts already, are we, Potter?», Draco thought cheerfully. He had thought about doing something to the Weasel too, that night, but the only idea of Potter thinking he was the only one who heard voices was far too good.

Draco had stayed close to Potter’s bed to see what kind of an impact he had caused. He obviously hadn’t slept at all since he had been rolling around his bed the whole night and had an awfully tired look the next morning.

«Not bad for my first move»

Potter got up a little too early and Draco followed him to the bathroom. He washed his face and rested his hands on the basin, letting the water drip from his chin. He looked at himself in the mirror and hit the basin with all his strength.

‘Damn you, Malfoy! Damn you!’, he yelled and threw himself against the wall, sliding slowly downwards until he was sitting on the wet tiles. ‘Why did you… why?’

Draco saw Potter cry for the first time, gasping for air as though someone had just punched him on the stomach. He was fascinated by the sight and couldn’t look away from The Boy Who Was Hitting His Head Against The Wall. Potter got up in one firm movement, opened the shower and begun taking his clothes off violently.

«Would you look at that», Draco thought as he looked impressed at Potter’s cock. «I can’t even win in that department, can I?’»

Draco followed him into the shower and felt tickles where the water hit him. He flew around him and blew gently on his neck, just like he had done with Pansy the day before. Potter let out a moan and turned around, looking right through him with those amazing green eyes, that were still red from the crying. Draco reached out to him hesitatingly and touched his chest with his index. His eyes opened widely and backed against the faucets. Once again, Draco stretched and touched him gently, sliding his finger around his nipples. He could hear his heart racing and his breath get louder, and that only encouraged him to keep going.

He grabbed Potter’s back with his other hand and saw how it went right through him, appearing in front of him again. Potter arched forward and groaned. Draco pushed himself into him completely and pulled back again, to see how the breathless Gryffindor fell on his knees.

‘Malfoy…’, Potter whispered. ‘Where the fuck are you…’

‘I’m right here, Potter. I will always be after you, haunting you, so you never forget what you did to me. You ruined my life, Potter, and I intend to do the same with yours.’

‘Why can’t I see you?’, he asked, covering himself with his hands.

‘Because I don’t want you to’, Draco lied and flew though him and the wall behind him.

«He’s had enough for now. Weasel… beware. Mwahahaha!»

He went back to the room where everyone was still asleep. He could hear Weasley’s snores before he had even entered.

‘Waky-waky, Weasel-bi’, he said in his ear. The redhead didn’t even flinch, so he slapped him. Only when his palm went through his face, he blinked his eyes open.

‘What the bloody hell…?’

‘Welcome back to the living’, Draco drawled.

Weasley raised himself on his elbows and looked around nervously, trying to find the source of that voice he recognized far too well.

He gulped. ‘Malfoy?’

‘Calm down, Weasel. It’s not as if you’ve seen a ghost’, Draco smirked.

‘Harry? Harry?’

‘Potter is not here to save you, Weasley’, he hissed.

‘Ron? What’s going on?’, Finnigan asked.

‘Seamus, wake the others and get out of here!’

‘How disappointing. I thought you Gryffindors were brave.’

‘Where did that voice come from?!’, Longbottom asked. ‘It sounded just like…’

‘Malfoy’, Thomas finished.

‘What have you done with Harry?’, Weasley asked.

‘I killed him’, Draco laughed evilly.

‘You insane little ferret!’, the Weasel yelled jumping up from his bed. ‘Where are you? Show your face and I’ll kill you!’

‘You’re a little late for that, but I’d like to see you try.’

The door opened and Potter went in.

‘Harry!’, Ron screamed. ‘Malfoy! He’s…’

Draco flew through Potter, leaving him breathless again, grabbing the doorframe to help himself from falling.

‘He’s gone.’