Summons

AN:I couldn't manage to salvage the original fourth chapter....so, I'm hoping this half-ass one will suffice
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Chapter Four: Speak and be Heard

After Harry's fainting, a few hours in the infirmary, and a mental beat down later, Draco was dismissed for dinner. As he walked down the halls, he continued to chide himself internally. : Suave, Draco," his conscience nagged. "You are such an idiot! What were you thinking?! Oh, wait...Now, I remember; YOU WEREN'T! Congratulations, Malfoy, you have just won yourself a reluctant lover. Bravo; take a fucking bow.: Sighing, he entered the Great Hall, trudged to Slytherin table, and swiftly flopped beside Blaise.


"So," the brunette started, "how did it go?"


Draco gave him a sideways glance. "Oh, great," he replied, sardonically before dropping his head against the table in a way that was quickly becoming habitual. "WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?


Blaise waited patiently for the blonde to settle down, arching a brow at the students who were looking at Draco as if he had gone completely bonkers. When the blonde sat up with an exhausted sigh, Blaise tilted his head. "Aww...What's wrong, Drakey?"


Just as the silver-eyed boy was about to hex his companion, Harry walked through the doors, hair giving off a vibe that said 'Thoroughly shagged,' shoelaces untied, almost causing the jet-haired male to trip, cheeks flushed. His green eyes darted quickly to Draco before his blush deepened, head dropped, as he made his way to his house table.


"Oh," Blaise stated with a hint of a smirk in his voice. "Him."


The Malfoy heir groaned. "Gods, Blaise! What am I going to do? He's Harry Bloody Potter, and I'm Draco Fucking Malfoy! We simply can't mesh...Well, personally I think we compliment each other rather nicely, but him! Merlin, how do the Fates expect me to win over a boy that has hated me since he first saw me? I can't do it."


The other Slytherin looked at his blonde companion, all playfulness forgotten. "Draco, you don't have a choice," he stated. "Look at him, Draco."


The mercury-eyed boy did as he was told, glancing at his mate. A feeling of softness overcame him as he watched Harry, laughing with his friends, happily interacting with them. He couldn't help but wish it were him making the darker male laugh, him Harry was smiling for, interacting with willingly.


"You have to win him, Drake. He is your mate. The problem is, he can move on, he can live without you. Do you think you could live if Harry decided to take another lover?" Blaise asked.


"Draco, he can make the life he wants, marry someone else, raise a family, and live in a house with a damn white picket fence. He can survive, even if it's not with you. Can you bear just thinking of him making that kind of life, being happy with someone else?"


Draco's expression was forlorn as the brunette continued. "I know you, Draco; you want to claim him, and lock him away, and make him your own. You want to make it so you're the only one allowed to touch him, talk to him. But you can't do that, Draco; he'd hate you and would never forgive you if you did such a thing. You can't force love, and that's exactly what you're used to. But you can't, not this time; you have to show Harry both sides of you, not just Malfoy, not just Draco, but Draco Malfoy."


"He hates me already, Blaise," Draco whispered. "He hates me with a passion."


The blue-eyed boy glanced to where Draco's eyes were locked before they scanned the rest of the Great Hall. "One passion can lead to another," he stated. "It may take time, and it may be a harsh thing, but if you put your heart and soul into attracting a person for the right reasons, who's to stop you. Love is like a flower, Drake. It blooms in the most unexpected places."


He turned his face back to the blonde. "Drake, you can't live without him. He's the cocoa-puffs to your milk, the strawberry to your crème, the sun to your moon." He chuckled. "The Potter to your Malfoy." His eyes shimmered with amusement. "It's your move, Draco; what are you going to do?"


The fair male's eyes stayed locked on his mate as Ron and Hermione exited the hall. Harry waved at them, smiling before returning to the conversation at hand. Draco rose from the table with a small grin on his own face. "Excuse me, Blaise; I believe I have someone to introduce to my lover. See you later."


Blaise waved his hand in a careless motion. "Good luck," he muttered as Draco approached Gryffindor table. "You sure as Hell are going to need it."


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Harry nearly spit out his pumpkin juice as he listened to Seamus tell another joke. Suddenly, the table fell silent. The Golden Boy nearly groaned when all of their eyes seemed to fixate themselves behind him. Rotating slowly, he encountered the one person he was hoping to avoid for quite some time. Putting his cup down, he gave the blonde a glare. "What do you want, Malfoy?" he hissed.


Draco arched a brow. "Can't a bloke simply stop by to say 'hi?'?"


There was a series of collective gasps; Harry's eyes narrowed. In a snooty manner, he turned up his nose, turned back to the table, scooted forward so Malfoy was as far away as he could get in such a closed space, and replied. "No."


Malfoy smirked, moving to claim the space behind Harry, wrapping his arms about the smaller male's waist. "Hi, Harry," he whispered in the boy's ear.


Harry shuddered from anger or rage, Draco wasn't quite sure; all he knew was that he didn't care. Harry exploded. "MALFOY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"


The Hall turned its collective attention to the rivals, eyes bulging at the scene they created. Draco smirked, whispering in Harry's ear. "Now, look what you've done, Harry; you've got attention, now what do you plan to do with it?"


The emerald-eyed boy growled, digging his elbows into Draco's ribs. "Get the fuck off of me, you rapist. I want nothing to do with you, and you only want to fuck with me. Let go, NOW!"


Draco was shocked. So Harry thought he wanted the Savior for a quick shag and bragging rights. He would make him see. Squeezing the boy tighter, the blonde pressed his lips against Harry's ear. "You're wrong, Potter; I'll soon prove to you and every one of these low lives what a Veela and it's mate were meant for." With a quick, quiet 'good-bye,' Draco rose from the table, righting his robes. "See you around, Potter."


From the Head table, Snape watched as his godson left before turning his attention to Potter, who was explaining that it was nothing but a 'one-up' on Malfoy's scoreboard. He smirked, taking a sip from his goblet. "Malfoy-1. Potter-0."


The games were about to get a little more complicated
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*Claps hands* Yay! Go me! This was one of the chapters that really sucks, seeing as to how I simply just now made it up...I hope it was okay. I know it's a lot shorter than most of the chapters. Let me know what you think! And here's a teaser!


"Careful," the blonde warned with a chuckle. "If you're not, that tongur of yours might be in a tight spot."

Harry's playfulness jumped out a window. "Do anything weird and I'll bite you." He gave a toothy smile. "How's that for propaganda?"