The Story

Well, here’s chapter four. Title says it all. Not very creative, I know, but that was the best I bothered to come up with. And before I forget, thanks for all the reviews. They make me feel all fuzzy! :D Anywho. Enjoi!

Disclaimer: The Story lyrics belong to 30 Seconds to Mars. The Fever lyrics belong to Eddie Cooley and Otis Blackwell, although I was inspired by the Michael Bublè version of the song.

“This is the story of my life
And these are the lies I have created.”
The Story by 30 Seconds to Mars

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Chapter 4
Dreams and Memories

“You bastard!”

Draco laughed at the attempt of the Boy Who Lived as he tried to insult his captor. After nearly seven years of trying, Draco finally had the defeated the great Harry Potter. Now to rub it in his face.

“Potter, Potter, Potter,” he tsked, shaking his head slightly. “And here I thought we were past the silly name-calling.”

“Fuck off,” Harry growled, his eyes burning with hate.

“Wouldn’t you like that.” Draco knew that would get to the other boy. Sure enough, Harry’s jaw and fists clenched.

“You wish,” Harry spat.

“Well, as fun as this has been, I fear it’s time for you to go, Potter.”

Draco reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a long dagger, the handle of which was the head of a silver snake, with emeralds for eyes. Draco laughed as Harry’s eyes did a very good impression of saucers.

“You didn’t think I was gonna use the Killing Curse, did you?”

Draco was stunned as Harry’s eyes, remarkably, grew even larger. The blonde stood in front of the dark-haired teen and leaned close to the other’s ear.

“Oh no. I want to enjoy this.” He smirked and pushed the dagger forward.

Before the dagger could pierce Harry’s chest a hand grabbed Draco’s wrist. Draco looked up to see Harry smirking at him with a look that sent shivers down his spine. What the—

“You didn’t think you could actually beat me, did you?” Harry’s eyes blazed a strange shade of green as his grip on Draco’s wrist tightened painfully, causing the smaller teen to drop the dagger. Draco whimpered at the pain caused by the vise-like grip on his wrist.

“H-how did you...?” Draco stuttered, completely shocked.

Harry spun, pinning Draco against the wall he had previously been leaning against. The cold stone wall prickled Draco’s cheek, sending yet another shiver through him. He felt Harry lean against his back as he began to speak.

“I think it’s time you learned your lesson, dear Draco,” Harry said, his hands slowly creeping down the blonde’s back.

Draco’s mind spun. What the hell is going on here? What is he doing? His eyes widened as he felt Harry’s hand grab his ass, giving it a painful squeeze. Draco squirmed, trying to shift anywhere that wasn’t his current position. Reaching behind him, he tried to grab Harry’s hands, but Harry grabbed both of Draco’s wrists and pulled his arms above his head.

“Let go of me, Potter!” Draco tried, still struggling against the taller boy behind him. However, it was no use. Harry chuckled in a sickening tone that made Draco’s stomach lurch.

“And ruin all the fun? I don’t think so.”

Harry reached forward and began to unbutton Draco’s trousers, letting them fall to the floor. Draco’s heart thumped in his chest. This isn’t happening! Draco renewed his struggles, thrashing wildly in hopes of throwing the somewhat larger teen off balance. But before he knew it, Draco’s boxers were around his knees and Harry was working on unfastening his own pants. Harry nudged Draco’s legs apart using his knee and leaned in a bit more. His breath was hot against Draco’s ear.

“Lesson one,” Harry said as he positioned himself at the blonde’s entrance. “Don’t fuck with me.” With that Harry thrust into Draco viciously, enjoying the scream that erupted from Draco’s throat.

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Draco woke up, sweat and tears stinging his eyes as he looked around the living room of the cabin. What the fuck was that? He leaned back slightly, nearly falling off the couch but catching himself with his foot on the floor. He quickly looked at Krum, making sure he hadn’t woken the Seeker, before slowly turning and getting up from the couch. After a few moments of hunting he managed to find his boxers and he slipped them on before heading off to find the bathroom.

He slowly walked through the cabin, his mind replaying the dream over and over. “Lesson one” don’t fuck with me.” The words sent a needle of ice through Draco. That voice...it didn’t sound like Potter at all. Draco reached the bathroom and entered, shutting the door behind him. He turned on the faucet and splashed some water on his face, enjoying the cooling effect. He shut off the water and stood up, snatching a hand towel that hung near the sink and pressing the soft cotton to his face. He took a few deep breaths before putting the towel down, only to see the Harry from his dream staring at him through the mirror from where he stood behind Draco.

Draco was sure his heart had ceased beating as he stared, wide-eyed, at Harry. In the mirror, Dream Harry lifted his hand and reached forward until it was mere inches away from the back of Draco’s neck when a loud knock shook the door and kick-started the blonde’s heart. Draco spun around, finding behind him but the plain white bathroom door. But he was just there.... Draco’s heart pounded heavily against his ribs as he stood there, dazed. I saw him...didn’t I? Another knock came, followed by Krum’s gravelly voice.

“Draco?” Slowly the doorknob turned and Krum stepped in, his eyes scanning Draco as he entered. “You all right?”

Silence settled around them for a moment as Draco looked around the bathroom once more. I must be losing my mind. *Fuck yeah!* Draco gathered himself before answering Viktor, ignoring the pesky inner voice.

“I’m fine,” he said softly. Krum studied him for a second, then headed past him to the toilet. Draco turned and left the bathroom to give Krum his privacy. He went to the living room in search of his clothes. As he slowly began to put them on, his mind tried to understand what had happened. Maybe it’s the vodka from last night. I’m sure that’s it. Somehow, he didn’t believe his own words. *Yeah, right! Something’s wrong with you, love.* His jaw clenched at the words of his inner voice. It was the v-o-d-k-a. Draco began to sing to himself softly, trying to ignore the voice and, without noticing, calming himself.

Never know how much I love you.
Never know how much I care.
When you put your arms around me,
I get a fever that’s so hard to bear.
You give me fever.
When you kiss me,
Fever when you hold me tight.

Although he would never admit it, Draco was quite fond of Muggle music. Quite a wide range of it, in fact. He sat on the couch to put on his socks and shoes, still singing. If my father found out about my fondness for Muggle music, he’d.... Draco stopped, not wanting to think about what his father would do to him as punishment. He could still remember the very first time Lucius had punished him. He had been seven years old.

—Flashback—

The music from the piano floated through the air as the small boy seated before it played Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata with skilled hands. His mother stood beside him, her eyes closed as she listened to the beautifully played tune. The boy finished, the last note slowly fading to silence.

“Wonderful, Draco. Absolutely beautiful,” the blonde woman smiled, placing her hand warmly on her son’s shoulder. Draco turned and smiled up at his mother. He loved playing the piano for her. Loved the way she praised him even when he made mistakes. At first he hadn’t wanted to learn how to play the piano. On the way to his first lesson Narcissa had told him there was nothing better than the beautiful music that could come from the piano. She told him how a person could express their love for someone through the piano.

“When someone plays the piano for you, their love comes through the notes and you feel like you are the only person in the world,” she had said as she smiled. Draco knew his father would never have been so mushy.

“Mom? Who played the piano for you?” He had watched as her smile turned into a sad one and she shook her head slightly.

“Forget about that, darling.” She had hurried him to his lesson.

After that Draco had never asked her about it again, hating the sad look that dulled her beautiful face.

The clicking of shoes sounded as Lucius came into the room, interrupting the moment Narcissa and Draco were having. He gave the two of them an odd look.

“Filling his head with nonsense again, are we?” he sneered, a look disapproval blanketing his face.

“It is no more nonsense than what you teach him,” Narcissa said sharply as her face began to heat with anger. Lucius’ face twisted and his hand sliced through the air toward her, the serpent ring he wore catching and tearing her lip and knocking her to the floor. Draco cried out in horror and dropped to his mother’s side.

“What did you do to her?” he sobbed. He felt anger burn within him, scorching his insides. He flew up and threw himself against his father, his small limbs flailing wildly.

“You little—” Lucius was cut off as a small knee connected with his shin, sparking a sharp pain. His hand flew through the air once again, striking the boy down. He looked at the small form that lay before him.

“Just like your mother, aren’t you?” he spat. Draco just laid there, his head swimming. Lucius gave the child a swift kick in the ribs, satisfied with the loud crack that followed, before turning and leaving.

—End Flashback—

Draco could have sworn he felt that old pain in his ribs as he thought about what had happened so many years ago. He had never dared to anger his father like that again, nor had he ever told anyone what he and his mother had discussed that day. He knew someone had once held her heart before she was forced to marry Lucius.

Draco jumped at the pair of hands that grabbed his shoulders, his heart racing.

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So, what do you think? I got stuck after the Flashback part. Don't even ask about what Draco was singing. 've been listening to a lot of swing music lately and that song happened to be playing when I wrote that particular part. XD;

P.S. If you haven’t heard 30 Seconds to Mars, go check ’em out. :D