Startling Revelations

A/N: First I’d like to say thanks for all of the positive feedback from the last chapter! I’m glad to hear that you guys are liking the story so far.

Also, some of you were wondering the reasoning behind Ron’s actions in the last chapter. Don’t worry, everything will become clear, but not for a while yet.


Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to J.K. Rowling. I'm not making any profit off of this story.


Startling Revelations

Chapter Four

“Have you lost your mind?” Snape asked, practically growling.


“Sir-”

“No, seriously Draco, what could you possibly be thinking?” Snape demanded, completely cutting Draco off.


“Well-” Draco tried again.

“Did you even for one moment, think about the repercussions of your action?”

“Yes, and-” Draco was getting frustrated.

“Well don’t just sit there, give me an answer!”

“I would if you’d stop bloody interrupting me!” Draco finally shouted, completely losing his patience. Snape gave him a glare that would have made a hufflepuff faint, before restarting his tirade.

“It’s bad enough that you kissed him the first time, but now I find out from the Daily Prophet that you have some sort of relationship with the boy?” He said, looking as though he had accidentally swallowed some bubotubor pus when he said the word ‘relationship’.

“And to top it all off, the very same day the two of you decide to skip class. My class, to be exact. Explain to me how Potter has managed to addle your brains to the point where you’ve lost all common sense? Do not tell me you are in love with that boy or I swear to Merlin-”


“In love? Are you daft? I don’t even like Potter, much less love him! It’s purely physical.” Draco practically screamed, feeling almost panicked at the thought of ‘love’ and Potter in the same sentence. Heck, they weren’t even on a first-name basis yet.

“It’s obviously not, Draco. If it were purely physical then you would have had the sense to put a stop to this after the first incident! Whether you want to admit it or not, you’re developing feelings for Potter and you must put an end to it.”

“I don’t understand.” He said, unable to grasp why Severus was acting as though he’d done something truly horrible.

“Because right now you are thinking with your prick and not your brain. You ‘re father has damaged the Malfoy reputation, badly. It is now your responsibility to repair it, and also to continue the family line. How on earth do you expect to accomplish any of those things by having a relationship with Potter? If it is, as you say, ‘Purely physical’ then you will have no trouble finding someone else to share your company.”


Draco cringed, knowing Snape was right. He was a Malfoy, and he did have a reputation to uphold. What would his mother going to say when she found out? Or his father? Well, he supposed his father’s opinion didn’t matter much, it’s not as though he could actually throttle Draco from his cell in Azkaban.

So he would have to end things with Potter. No big deal, right? It’s not as if he actually liked the boy. He would find someone new to shag, hopefully without being scrutinized by the Daily Prophet, and forget that this whole thing with Potter ever happened. So what if his gut was wrenching at the thought? It was probably just because of the what he ate for breakfast, those eggs had looked a tad funny.

He would end it with Potter. Today. No problem.


***

Sitting in the common room, Draco was contemplating how he was going to break this gently to Potter. It wasn’t as if Draco actually cared about the other boy’s feelings, but it is a Malfoy’s job to be polite and courteous whenever possible, and Draco was just using this as an opportunity to hone his skills. He couldn’t care less if Potter was upset, although he didn’t see what there was to be upset about, considering what they had was strictly physical.

“Hey, Draco.” Said Blaise, while dropping gracefully onto the armchair across from his own.

“Blaise.” Draco replied, not really in the mood for conversation.

“If I tell you something, you will keep it between us, right? Especially since I was the one who gave you the advice to go after Potter.” He said, winking at Draco

“Look how well that turned out.” Draco said, wryly.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to end it with Potter tonight.” To Draco’s surprise, Blaise looked almost distressed at the news.

“You can’t!”

“Why would you care? You don’t even like Potter.”

“That’s not true. I may not be a fan of Gryffindors or anything, but he’s not that bad of a bloke. He did kill the dark lord, you know.”

“Gee, I almost forgot.” Draco sneered while rolling his eyes.

“Potter’s quite fit, if you’re into boys, so why would you want to lose him?” Blaise demanded.

“Because I have a reputation to uphold, Blaise! I can’t just throw it all away because just so that I can get off with the Golden Boy!”

“But you have to! I’m never going to get a chance with Hermione if you don’t!”

“What?”Draco felt as if a bucket of ice water was just dumped over his head.

“I said-”

“No, I heard what you said, but I don’t understand. You fancy Granger?”

Blaise glared at him. “There’s nothing wrong with her! She’s extremely intelligent, and she’s got these incredibly long legs, and that wild hair...” He trailed off, his facial expression making Draco want to vomit.

“But it’s Granger! She’s a mudblood in case you haven’t noticed.

“Potter’s a half blood in case you haven’t noticed!”

“I have noticed, which is why I have to end things with him.”

***

Draco was pacing around the room of requirement, waiting for Potter to show up. There was really no need to be this nervous. Once he explained the situation, Potter would understand, and they would go back to the way things were before. Well, maybe now the insults and hexing would no longer be necessary, and be civil. Or at the very least, ignore each other.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he was completely surprised when he felt a pair of soft lips cover his own. He moaned and automatically opened his mouth when Potter’s tongue sought entrance. As their tongues danced, Draco couldn’t help pulling Harry closer, clutching at him almost desperately, knowing that this would most likely be the last time he ever got a chance to do this.

When Draco finally pulled back and opened his eyes, he found Harry staring at him with a puzzled look in those sparkling emerald green eyes.

“Malfoy, what’s wrong?” He asked, looking concerned. Seeing the worry in his eyes made Draco feel even worse about what he was supposed to do. He gently pulled himself out of the other boy’s arms and took a few steps back, looking down at his shoes as he spoke.

“Look Potter, we need to end this.” He said, waiting to see what his reaction would be. After a few moments of silence he forced himself to glance up at Potter’s face, and what he saw shocked him. He didn’t see any of the anger or hurt that he’d expected, only confusion and some mild curiosity.

“Why?” The other boy finally asked, sounding quite calm. Draco decided that he deserved the truth.

“Snape called me into his office, and told me that I needed to end things with you. He made some good points.”

“Which are?”
Merlin, Potter was going to think he was such an arse for even saying this

“Well, my reputation for one thing. Look, I know that’s going to sound like bullocks to you, but it’s the truth. After everything my father’s done, the Malfoy name isn’t what it used to be, and it’s my job to restore it, and carry on the line. I can’t do that with you, or any other male.”

“I can understand that.”

“You can?” Draco asked, a bit stupidly.

“You’re protecting your family, if I had one I would do the same. Besides, it’s not like we had a real relationship, anyways. This was no strings attached, remember?”

Draco chuckled. “Yes, Potter, I remember. It was my idea in the first place.” He couldn’t resist adding, a bit pompously.

Potter let out a little laugh of his own. “Yes it was, and it was fun while it lasted.” He said before smiling at Draco.

Wanting to get out of there before things could get awkward he said, “So, I guess I’ll see you around, Potter?” The other boy nodded, but as Draco turned to leave he heard his name called.

“Malfoy?”

Draco paused at the door, without turning around. “Yeah?”

“Does this mean we have to go back to, er, hating each other?”

Draco turned to face Potter with a smirk. “I should hope not. But don’t expect me to refrain from making fun of you the next time your cauldron explodes, which is somewhat of a regular occurrence where you’re concerned.

The other boy shook his head, but Draco could see the amusement lighting up those beautiful green eyes. He would miss them, as much as he hated to admit it. But he could still watch from afar.


***
Draco was sitting in the Great Hall during breakfast, positively furious. It had been one day. One fucking day since he ended things with Potter, and now all the poofs of hogwarts suddenly saw fit to hit on the Golden Boy. It’s not that Draco was jealous, Malfoy’s don’t envy other people, Malfoy’s are envied by other people. He wasn’t angry at the fact that other boys were taking an interest in Potter, but the day after they had ended things? That showed an appalling lack of respect, in Draco’s opinion.

Across the room, he was watching Potter at the Gryffindor table, as he had been for the last ten minutes. That idiotic boy, Finnegan had been blatantly coming onto Potter, who of course, was completely oblivious. It was obvious to anyone, with the way Finnegan kept casually touching Potter’s arm, and leaning closer to him during conversation. The dolt had aboslutely no chance with Potter. After being with such a stylish, sexy, intelligent man like Draco, there was no way that a boy like Finnegan would ever measure up in Potter’s eyes. Right?

Also, after Draco had the time to think about it, he was more offended than relieved that Potter had taken the news as well as he did. Most people would be devastated after losing Draco Malfoy, as Potter should have been. Did he honestly think he could get better than Draco? It simply wasn’t possible, and the fact that Potter didn’t seem the least bit upset about the break up hurt Draco’s ego more than he would like to admit.


“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”Blaise said, while giving Draco a knowing smirk which he found extremely annoying. Draco leant forward while giving him his most intimidating glare.

“I am not! If Potter wants to go around with Finnegan than that’s his prerogative.”


“Ah, Draco you just proved my point for me. If you weren’t jealous, then why did you automatically assume I was talking about Potter? That, and the fact that you’ve been glaring a hole into Finnegan’s skull throughout the entire meal have proven that I am correct..” He gave Draco a triumphant smirk before taking a bite of porridge.

“Shut it, Blaise, I’m not in the mood for your antics right now.”

“Because you are hopelessly distraught that Potter will have picked up a new bloke by the end of today?”

“He will not! He can’t just...replace me that quickly.”

“Mark my words Draco, by the end of today, he will be with a new bloke.”


***

Later that day, Draco was positive that he had completely lost his mind. It felt as if a Legilemens had delved into his brain and removed all of his thoughts, except for those pertaining to Potter. He had been thinking of nothing else all day. Blaise’s words really struck a chord with him.

He didn’t understand why the possibility of Potter attaching himself to someone else was bothering him so much. If anything, he should be pleased. If Potter was with someone else, that would mean he wouldn’t be begging Draco to come back to him.

Well, that was the logical side of Draco’s mind. The illogical, delusional, crazy side felt sickened at the thought of Potter doing any of the things they had done with anyone else. Not that they had actually gotten far, and the thought of Potter doing more than what they had done with someone else made Draco profoundly agitated

On top of that, Potter had seemed more alluring today than usual today. Draco’s eyes seemed almost magnetically dawn to the other boy during Potions. For whatever reason, every movement he made seemed slightly sexual. The way he had casually leant down to pick up a bit of mandrake root off the floor left Draco hard for the remainder of the class. This was also the reason why he blew up his cauldron for the first, and hopefully last, time. To say that Snape had been displeased would be an understatement.

***

Later that night, Draco found himself wandering aimlessly through the halls in the hopes of clearing his head, when he came upon a peculiar scene. Potter was standing in the hall with a seventh year hufflepuff. It looked like that twat, Macmillan. Harry was leaning slightly against the wall with the other boy standing almost directly in front of him. Draco approached quietly, making sure to keep enough distance so that he wouldn’t be seen but close enough to be able to hear they’re conversation.


“So, Harry, is it true that you and Malfoy are over?” The Hufflepuff asked.

“Er, yeah.” Potter replied, sounding awkward, to Draco’s amusement, which quickly turned to anger.

“So that means you’re single, right?” The other boy said while bringing one hand to rest against the wall, close to Potter’s head.

“Er, yes.”

Suddenly the Hufflepuff was leaning closer to Potter, bringing one hand to the other boy’s chin while the other came around to gently cup the boy’s neck. Before Draco knew what he was doing, he was grabbing Macmillan roughly by the shoulders and yanking him away from Potter. The taller boy whipped around and glared at Draco.

“What the fuck is your problem, Malfoy?”


“Stay away from him, Macmillan. He’s mine.”


“Excuse me?” Potter interjected, sounding startled. Draco groaned in annoyance before grabbing Potter’s arm and dragging the boy towards the room of requirement, he was not going to have this discussion in front of Macmillan.


***

When they finally reached the room of requirement, Potter had wrenched his arm angrily out of Draco's grip.

“You have some fucking nerve, you know that?” Potter was furious. Draco snorted.

“Oh come off it, Potter. Surely you don’t expect me to believe that you’re interested in Macmillan.

“No, but that’s not the issue, here! You were the one who ended things between us, so you had no right getting involved, and I’m not your property!”

“Yes you are, ” Draco said in a matter of fact tone, all the while swiftly approaching the other boy until his back was against the wall. Potter tried unsuccessfully to shove him away.

“I want you.” He said before trying to kiss the other boy, who pushed him away once again.

“Well, you should have thought of that before you decided to get rid of me.”

“I’ve changed my mind, we don’t have to end things.” Draco said, growing unbelievably frustrated as Potter shook his head.

“Too late, I don’t want you anymore.” Hearing this set off a spark in Draco. He leaned even closer to Potter until his entire body was pressing against the other boy’s. He bit the boy’s ear lightly before speaking.

“Now, now, Potter, I remember a time where you tried to deny your desire for me, and you failed miserably.” He smiled as he felt the other boy shudder at the feel of Draco’s breath on his neck. He drew back slightly, to find that Potter was staring at him with a combination of lust and anger. He leaned forward again, pressing his lips insistently against Potter’s. The other boy gasped, and Draco took advantage of this by pushing his tongue into the other boy’s mouth. He was vaguely aware of the other boy pushing at his shoulders in protest, but he continued to kiss him firmly. Eventually, Potter succumbed to the kiss and just has he was about to return it, Draco broke away.

“I don’t like seeing you with anyone else, Potter. If I catch anyone with their hands on you again, what I do to them will make the Cruciatus look like a Tickling Charm.” He said before pulling Potter into a bruising kiss once more. It ended quicker than the last, and then Draco abruptly left the Room of Requirement, leaving a very bewildered Harry Potter behind.


***

Lying in bed that night, Draco was thinking about his actions. He didn’t understand what had come over him, concerning Potter. He did not have feelings for the boy. He still found him incredibly annoying, for the most part. Not to mention his horrible tasting in clothing, or friends. There was nothing about him that Draco liked, save his impressive physical attributes.

That was why he didn’t understand why he had been so upset to see Potter with someone else. Maybe it was nothing more than his inability to share his possessions with other people, but when exactly had Potter become one of them?

Draco groaned as he thought of the kisses they had shared earlier. Draco had been in a state of arousal the whole day, and kissing Potter had certainly not diminished that. In fact, all of this obsessing over Potter had caused him to become almost unbearably hard.

Draco reached for his wand and cast a silencing charm, not wanting to be overheard. He gently pulled his boxers down enough to expose his erection. Lying back against the pillows, Draco began idly stroking his cock, letting out a soft sigh.

He pictured Potter’s vibrant green eyes and unconsciously increased the pace of his strokes. He imagined that it was Potter’s hand caressing him and grew even harder, if that was possible. He thought about how Potter’s lips felt against his own, and how good it had felt when they had both gotten off the other day in the Room of Requirement.

His hips rocked slightly as he thought about all of the things he wanted to do to Potter, and all the things he wanted Potter to do to him. Draco’s orgasm crept upon him sooner than anticipated, and soon he was gasping and arching off the bed.

With a sigh, Draco reached for his wand once again, this time casting a cleaning charm. He rolled over in bed before falling asleep, unaware of the fact that there was a certain Gryffindor who was having similar fantasies about himself.

***


TBC


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