Memoirs of a Serpent's Son

Memoirs of a Serpent’s Son

--Age 17—part 6

August 20 –continued

And I kissed him.

I just…pressed my lips against his and flattened our bodies together as I tasted him and paid no mind whatsoever to the world around us or the inevitable consequences of my actions. No mind whatsoever. In that moment of culminating anger and frustration I could only feel him and his lips against my mouth.

God he tasted good…

I let my tongue peek out through my lips to run the tip along the part of his lips.

I don’t know how long the kiss lasted. I can’t possibly tell you because I’m quite sure that time stopped… or at least slowed to an agonizing but rather well-placed crawl.

All I know from those moments when we were connected was that I could feel him. I could feel his chest against my own. I could feel his heart beating fast and hard. I could even feel his muscles tense, relax and then tense against with much more fervor as though to punish him for allowing himself even just a moment to relax.

I could smell his hair and every single part of me was tingling with a strange kind of excitement that begged me to push his hands above his head and pin them there as I grind my hips into his but simultaneously forced me to pull away.

And so I did… I finally pulled away from him and stood there, staring at him with hard eyes and slightly parted lips, wishing that he would return the favour and throw me down with him.

I couldn’t understand what he was thinking. It was impossible to read on his face or in his reaction because it was practically non-existent. His eyes were dark pools of confusion and surprise though his face was as blank as mine as he breathed heavily through his mildly opened mouth.

The time that passed as we stared at each other, unmoving and unsure of what to do next, is also impossible to tell. It could have been only a few seconds, it could have been minutes, hours…hell it could have been an entire day for all I know, but it felt endless… Until…

“Harry!” Weasel’s voice called as I heard heavy footsteps approaching from the stairs. “Are you alright, mate? Has he done something to you?!” He appeared in the doorway with the mudblood close behind. “We just got back from The Burrow and heard screaming… what’s going on here? What has he done?”

He gave me the most disgusted look from his position in the doorway, but I took no notice. I stood very still, my eyes still trained on Potter’s as he couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from mine either.

“Nothing, Ron,” he finally answered, his voice quiet and controlled. “It’s nothing. I have to go.” He was still staring at me while he said these things and I can’t be sure of who he was addressing but without another word he left the room, pushing straight past his best friends.

They sized me up for another moment or so before leaving as well and I found that all I could do not to collapse completely was to keep on staring straight at the spot that he had occupied not a moment earlier.

I don’t know how long I stood there either, but it couldn’t have been very long before the adrenaline rush died down and I was forced to stumble back to collapse on the bed.

I was shaking hard… so hard that as I brought my arm up over my head to look at the exposed wounds, the blood dripped erratically onto my face and the bed cover. I whimpered out into the deadly still air in some kind of manner of release…everything just spilled out of me… tears and all my hopes and dreams escaped me in one swift movement as I laid there on my bed, wishing that I had better control over my impulses.

He did it again… I just kissed him and opened up my soul to him and what did he do? NOTHING. He didn’t even register it as having happened… it was as though the whole event was immediately eliminated from his memory once it was over.

“It’s nothing…” he says. Nothing, surely, nothing when ‘Malfoy’ is involved… never anything.

But…honestly…what was I expecting?

How stupid can I be?

Was I really expecting him to snap out of his stupor, present me with a big smile and say something like “Oh Draco! I knew you loved me!! Yes Draco, kiss me again!” Or something equally as absurd??

Was I really expecting him to just embrace me and my body and suddenly love me?! To just walk right up to his whore of a girlfriend and say “Sorry there She-Weasel (or Ginny, I suppose would be more likely) I don’t want you anymore. Get away from me now I want Draco Malfoy!” ??

How could I have been that stupid?! How could I honestly believe that kissing him, RIGHT THEN AND THERE, when he ASKED ME to “try him”, would have been a good idea?! I’m completely daft!

Of course he doesn’t want me. I should have known that from the beginning… I DID KNOW THAT.

He has his prefect little red-headed slut to satisfy him enough until he becomes hero of the world again and has all the birds in the world after him.

And all I am is the cowardly blood-traitor to the Death-Eaters…outcast amongst all.

I am the snake that pushed the forbidden apple, right?

That’s it. I shouldn’t have expected better. Potter doesn’t give a damn about me and he never will. He hardly registered anything I said… he won’t even give me any kind of thanks for presenting him with that stupid piece of Voldemort’s soul…

And WORST of all is that he won’t even do me the courtesy of punching me… or SHOWING his hatred of me. He just… walks away… RUNS away…like he just can’t stand the sight of me.

I should have expected it. I should have KNOWN!

Why am I so fucking hopeless?! Why do I keep doing this to myself??

My arm is bleeding again… my bandages are torn. I had to rip off one of the arms of my shirt to make a new tourniquet as I don’t have my wand.

He’s probably burning it now…

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August 24

I’ve been avoiding everyone. I don’t leave my room anymore. The door is still unlocked as I cannot lock it from the inside (which bothers me to no end) but I don’t leave. Not for anything…

I haven’t seen Potter or even heard him close by in days. Not since I… well not since that day. I imagine that he’s trying to avoid me too… not that it’s hard for him at this point considering that I don’t go anywhere.

I stopped eating for a day but no one noticed. No one except the damn house-elf anyway. I think he’s been watching me. I don’t like it. It unnerves me greatly.

He brings me food three times a day. He’s always there waiting in the morning as soon as I get up with a breakfast platter.

I wouldn’t mind so much … I mean I used to have house-elves at the Manor that did things like that but… but they didn’t stay to WATCH you eat. They didn’t try to tell you HOW to eat and in what order. They didn’t make terribly inappropriate comments about you while you were trying to dine.

They wouldn’t latch on to your ankles or stroke your leg to “relax you” as you finished your meal.

That was DEFINITELY the last straw. I sent him away and told him that he was not to come into my room except to bring me my meals and he was to leave immediately.

The weirdest thing was that he obeyed without a second thought or even a plea.

Nothing. There is something decidedly OFF about that thing.

So I’ve pushed away every living thing that I can…I hardly sleep at all anymore…and I spend all my time locked away in this room…

Wait a minute… this seems oddly familiar territory. Oh yes, I HAVE been down this road before.

It leads to rape and getting my face and chest magically cut up by the man I’m in love with.

Oh hurrah.

History DOES repeat itself.

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August 31

As I no longer have any invisible ink, all my entries, no matter how fatally embarrassing or incriminating, will be written in normal ink. Perfect.

My dreams have started again… As per usual, getting more and more… dangerous. At least in the sense that they are so powerful that I call out in my sleep and don’t even realize it until it’s too late.

So I had another one of them last night. They are particularly torturous considering my recent row with Potter and how THAT ended…

This one… was different. Very different.

Potter was… so forward. He had me against the wall this time and he was kissing my neck and unbuttoning my shirt all at once. I had my hands on the small of his back, pressing him into me as he moved and he moaned into the crook of my neck as he worked.

“I have wanted you from the moment I saw you, Malfoy,” he moaned against my skin. The hot breath ghosted over my shoulder and made me shudder from the exquisite heat. “I want you so badly… Damn it, Draco! Fuck me hard!”

I moaned at the vulgarities escaping his lips as he threw my shirt to the ground and brought my wounded arm to his face. He ran his tongue from elbow to wrist, smearing the blood as he went. I gasped as he looked up at me, his lips red and a strange glint in his eyes.

I nodded and crushed our lips together, pulling him down to the ground and onto my lap as I nipped at his neck. I felt the hard bulge in his trousers press hard against my stomach. I pulled him closed and slid my hands down past the hem of his trousers to press my fingers against his entrance.

“Ah, Draco!” he groaned lifting himself onto his knees as he straddled me to make it easier for me. Potter wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled my head to his chest. I licked and nibbled at his nipple while pushing dry fingers into him carefully.

He spread his legs wider on either side of me and slid down so that he forced my fingers in further as he rubbed vigorously against my stomach. I gasped out into the feeling and finally had enough with the clothes. I pulled my fingers out roughly and tore his trousers and boxers off. He didn’t waste time and quickly unbuttoned my trousers and dragged them as far down my hips as my position allowed…it was enough, anyway, to expose me fully to him. He smiled at me and licked his lips.

“I bet you taste fantastic,” he purred, leaning over and running his velvety tongue down my shaft. I groaned and leaned back as he lifted his head to enclose my length in his mouth. As his head bobbed between my legs, his tongue swirled lavishly over every inch of my erection… pulling me quickly towards a climax but he stopped. “I was right,” he said with a sly smirk, wiping his mouth.

Then he crawled back up and kissed me deeply, placing himself over me. He didn’t wait for me to act at all. He wrapped his fingers around the base of my shaft and carefully impaled himself on me.

“Ah, Draco, yes!!” he cried, throwing his head back and pulling me close to him so that his own erection was caught between us. He lifted and lowered himself on me with little of my help. “More, Draco, more!! Harder! I want you, Draco!!”

I urged myself up into him every time he lowered himself and grasped his hips painfully through his demands. I could hardly see though I didn’t want to shut my eyes. He was so gorgeous as he moved on me that way. I let myself lean in and run my tongue over his chest, wanting to taste every part of him that I could even though, deep down, I knew that this was all a dream.

“Ahh, Harry,” I whispered huskily as he clenched around me and begged me for more. I could hardly stand it. There was no where for me to go but further as I pushed into him, harder and harder.

“Yes, Draco, more!!” Potter cried. His face was pulled into an expression of pure ecstasy. He ran his fingers through my hair and pulled hard, forcing my eyes shut. I shook violently from the intense pleasure as it rolled over me in waves of powerful sensations.

“Yes! Ng--… Ahh, yess!” The words spilled from my mouth in no order and with no particular sense to them but it didn’t matter. I felt so hot and so full and so fantastic as I pulled him closer, disregarding the space between us, and trying to force myself further into him than was even possible.

“Draco, more, please!” Potter screamed, as though it was even possible for me to provide. I cried out as I pulled his legs as far apart as they would go and tried to penetrate further.

I bucked harder and faster… it was so forceful that I’m sure it should have hurt had it not been a dream… He screamed and cried and there were tears running down his face and mine and he demanded more and more and more.

“I want you harder, Draco, harder!!” he cried, pulling my hair painfully and tightening around my shaft even more.

“Ahh…c-can’t!” I screamed, unable to keep my eyes open any longer. I wanted so badly to give him what he wanted but I couldn’t. There was no way… it was so painful already…but it felt so good and his voice urged me onwards. Demanding… demanding.

“Yes, Draco, yes!!” he moaned loudly. His body felt like fire against me and I’m sure mine would have felt the same. “Make me come so hard I faint!”

“Ahh…please…can’t…ahhh…” My voice was breaking and I felt my eyes roll back as I screamed out and pushed further than I think can be done. It sent me so far over the edge that I yelled out.

Potter finished first, though… he screamed so loud that I was sure I went deaf but I felt the hot and sticky liquid explode and spill out over my chest and his. He dug his nails into the back of my neck and my shoulders as he came.

“Yes, Draco!! Come in me, Draco!!” he had screamed at his climax and that was apparently all I needed.

I exploded so violently inside of him. My eyes went black and I felt agonizing tingles wash over my body in ripples. Potter arched his back as I filled him and threw his head back as though there was nothing more fantastic than what he was feeling right then.

“Ahh!!!” I screamed when it happened, feeling as though every part of my body was about to crumble.

And suddenly I realized that I was awake and leaning over my knees under the covers, shaking and moaning…shuddering in a mass of post-climactic nerves. I was sweating and crying and exhaling incoherent sounds. It was so violent and explosive that it actually shook me awake as I had finished and then I came to the horrifying realization…

“Bad dream?” the voice of the person next to me asked.

I looked over very slowly as if hoping that the longer I waited, the more likely the person was to disappear.

There, sitting on a chair right against the side of my bed, was Potter.

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A/N: Are we getting sick of the cliffies? I know I am! Lol I’m so so so sorry for leaving it like this but I end up being forced to choose a cliffhanger ending so that I can separate the chapters adequately enough and don’t end up with a chapter that has absolutely nothing happening in it or one that’s twenty-five pages long X_X Please forgive meeeeee!

I hope you liked this! Though if it were me, I wouldn’t… it’s kind of a step backwards I think but have no fear! Harry’s stupidity will be explained and they WILL get together… I promise it X_X though I’m guessing by now you don’t really believe me ehehehe

Ahhh I love you all! Oh and the cookies I give out are smutty ones with plenty of chocolate and yummy things that only cookies can have hahaha *hearts to all*

Oh and to answer a few other questions: I can’t know for sure, but I don’t think Draco would know who Tonks is because she was “exiled” from the purebloods because her father is a muggle (her mother Andromeda was scribbled off the Black tapestry I think), that and she’s a Metamorphmagus so if he did see her before, she could look completely different teehee
(that’s my take anyway ehehehe)

As for Draco and Harry’s emotional outbursts there, Draco’s bloodloss on it’s own would simply make him weak and even faint (depending on how long he bleeds without bandages and how much stress he is under) however, because of the intense trigger that Harry provided, he was acting under the influence of adrenaline and anger…I hope that this chapter helps to explain that a little :)

And Narcissa’s death will be explained too… as well as what has happened to Lucius. And Bellatrix will get hers, because I despise her ehehhhhhh ALSO for those that were wondering, Snape’s loyalties and motives will also come to light eventually… I hope to not leave any loose ends… I’m even going to attempt to explain questions that are still mysteries in the real books (like some things about Aunt Petunia and Harry’s parents…and a whole bunch of craziness that I’m a fool for trying to take on ehehhhhh GOD I don’t think this fic will EVER end hahahaha ahhh)