Bloody Kisses

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Harry Potter



When class let out, I asked Hermione and Ron to wait for me this time. No way was I getting left alone with Malfoy, not again. The three of us gathered our books and ambled from the room, Hermione laughing at something Ron had said. After glancing over my shoulder, I couldn't keep my attention on Ron's joking. Draco was following close behind us, watching me and speaking softly to Crabbe and Goyle. This can't be good. As we headed down the hallway, I heard an all too familiar voice call out to me.



"Hey Potter!" Draco chimed, his bodyguards snickering. Ron and I stopped as Hermione walked on, chatting now with Ron's little sister, Ginny.



"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron glared.



Draco's smile faded, "Shut it, Weasel. I was speaking to Potter."



I cleared my throat, trying not to sound as nervous as I was, "Well, what is it?"



"Nice scratch you got there, Potter," Malfoy grinned again, “Who gave it to you?"



Why was he asking me this? He knew bloody well who it was.



Ron rolled his eyes, "No one did, Draco. He got it during Quidditch practice. Someone ought to give you one, though."



"Oh shut up, muggle-lover," Draco glared at him, "I know how he got it, I was there."



My face flushed again. Was he going to tell Ron? If anyone finds out, I'll get sent home for sure. Or was he going to mention that awful kiss? Oh God, I'd die right here in the hall. 'Please don't say anything' I silently begged Malfoy.



Yet, the conversation continued, "I was merely asking who gave it to him." Draco sneered at me, watching as I grew more uneasy. It was obvious he enjoyed this immensely.



"Ignore him," I pleaded with Ron, nearly dragging him away before he could respond again, "Let's just go."



"What a complete idiot!" Ron scoffed, shaking his head, "No one gave you that scratch. You ran into a bloody pole! "



Crabbe and Goyle laughed at this, yet Malfoy remained silent.



As we walked away, Draco called angrily to us, "Honestly, I don't know why Potter hangs out with you, Weasel!"



Ron turned at this, racking his brain for a snappy reply.



Draco resumed before Ron could so much as glare, "You're an embarrassment to the word 'Wizard', Weasel! Your pathetic family is dirt poor, you're a terrible wizard, and you're shagging that nasty mudblood, Granger! You may as well roll over and die now! It'd be a damned improvement!"



There was a hush throughout the hallway. For a moment, I thought all hell was going to break loose. I was proven correct. Ron dropped his books, turned, and ran at Draco. Before he could even reach Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had knocked him hard to the ground. I stood, completely dumbfounded, watching as Malfoy pocketed his ring and rolled up his sleeves. His friends held Ron down as Draco began punching him as hard as he could, an intense rage in his eyes. Suddenly, the life came back to my legs and I rushed to my friend's defense. Just as I reached Draco, tearing him from Ron and pressing him up against a wall, a group of 6th year Ravenclaw's pulled his cronies off of my friend.



I leaned in close to Draco, whispering loud enough for only us to hear, "You stay the fuck away from my friends, Malfoy! Whatever business you have is with me. Not Ron. Not Hermione. Not anyone. With me. You got that?"



Draco smiled at me in a way that made my skin crawl. Feeling suddenly uneasy I let him go and backed away. I turned to help my injured friend to his feet.



Fluorescent red with anger, Ron spat blood from a fresh split lip and cursed at Draco, "Fair fucking fight, Malfoy! If you didn't have those knuckle-heads helping you, I could beat your sorry arse any day! You fucking chicken shit!"



Malfoy just laughed, sounding more like a mad man than usual. He held one of his bloody, raw knuckles to his lips and, as the entire hallway watched in horror, licked Ron's blood from his skin. He immediately spat it out onto the floor, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.



"It's just not the same..." Malfoy purred at me, his eyes radiating a sort of twisted amusement as he stared deep into my own.



By now even his thugs were looking at the blonde boy strangely. With a swoosh of robes and another unsettling laugh, Draco headed off in the direction of the Great Hall. A vast, awkward silence consumed the hallway, students whispering quietly to each other as they watched the Slytherin strutting away. After much hesitation, Crabbe and Goyle rushed to catch up with Malfoy.





Draco Malfoy



I made a point to follow Potter and his moronic friends from the classroom. Earlier, I overheard a first year girl tell a Hufflepuff boy that Potter's injury was from Quidditch practice. So, Harry hadn't told anyone about our little scuffle? How unlike him not to brag... In class, I used the false information I had obtained to my advantage. Crabbe and Goyle were rather amused when I told them Potter's new injuries were from me.



"We had a rather rough Quidditch practice yesterday", I said, trying not to snicker.



In ways, it was true.



All of this was set into play when Harry and the Weasel left class, Hermione bounding ahead of them talking with Ron's annoying runt of a sister.



"Watch this," I nodded to my friends, yelling down the hall to Potter.



Like always, as I tried to talk with Harry his little friend Ron continued to interrupt us. Always in the way.... well this was it. This was the last shit I was going to take from Weasley. With a few smart words and a rude comment about him and the Granger girl, I had the bastard charging at me. Funny, I never knew he was that sensitive about Hermione. Maybe they are fuck-buddies? Crabbe and Goyle knocked the little nitwit down as I pulled off my fathers ring and tucked it safely away in a pocket. This time there would be no identifying scratch. I didn't really intend to give away the fact it was I who had punched Potter. I just wanted to scare The Boy Who Lived a little. My friends held the Weasel to the ground as I beat on him. I had been holding plenty of rage against Ronald Weasley inside me these past few years.



This is for making Harry hate me!



This is for keeping him away from me!



This is for ruining every chance I ever had with him!



And this is for just being a general arse!



Every swing had a reason.



All of a sudden, hands were pulling me from Weasley. At first, I thought it was some random bystander so I turned to give them a beating as well. Before I could react, however, I was slammed against a wall by Potter. He leaned in close holding me tight to the stone and whispering some interesting threats in my ear. I couldn't help enjoying being this close to Harry once again. I must of gave him one hell of a wicked look because Potter suddenly pulled away, his eyes wide. But again I felt left behind as he ran loyally to his beaten friend's side. I watched as Potter helped the Weasel to his feet.



The bloody bastard deserved that, Potter. Leave him there to rot.



Ronald Weasley was yelling and cursing his little red head off at me, spitting out blood left and right. How could Potter side with that idiot? He shouldn't be with Weasley all hours of the day. He should be with me. But watching Ron spit blood everywhere gave me an idea. Although, thoroughly disgusted with what came next, I knew it must be done if I wanted Harry's attention directed back to me.



With a great deal of reluctance, I licked the blood-covered knuckles of my right hand slowly, hoping it would get the point across to Potter.



Oh god this is sick.



For some strange reason, Ron's blood tasted nothing like Harry's. Possibly because Harry's blood was richer and, well, not from a Weasley? Either that or it was simply all the mudblood shagging he does clogging his system. Nearly gagging, I spat out the putrid blood to the floor and wiped my mouth. Catching Potter's gaze, I reminded him once more of the previous night, hoping he would understand what I had meant.



"It's just not the same..."



Laughing again, (at this point I was hoping to appear insane) I walked off down the hallway towards the Great Hall for dinner, feeling quite good. Crabbe managed to catch up with me, Goyle following close behind.



Crabbe patted me briskly on the back as we walked. "Nice right hook," he snickered, "You really clobbered the dork."



"Weasley's not a dork!" I snapped back at him, "Longbottom's a dork! Weasley's a complete arse, that's what he is! He doesn't deserve the air he breaths! Let alone the company he keeps!"



Crabbe looked over at Goyle who just shrugged, as confused as he was.



He stared at the ground as the doors to the Great Hall shut behind us, mumbling, “Uh, sorry Draco."




Harry Potter



The crowd eventually dispersed as I helped Ron pick up his books. He said he wasn't really hurt though the blood on his face was making me think otherwise.



"Bloody fucking hell," Ron grumbled, wiping the blood from his lip with the back of his hand, "I'd really like to kick his sorry arse into next week."



My mind was still abuzz with what had just taken place. Why did Draco take his ring off this time? Why did he say Ron's blood didn't taste the same as mine? Most of all, why did he attack Ron in the first place? He has nothing to do with what happened between us last night. This is just... chaos!



Ron and I decided on skipping dinner that night. We went straight to the infirmary where both of us were cured of our wounds. Madam Pomphrey didn't ask many questions, which was a good thing. Quidditch continued to be our excuse. Afterward, we headed back to the Gryffindor common room and tried to play a game of Wizard's Chess. Ron, looking much better than he had after the fight, was unable to keep his mind on the game.

"There's one thing I don't get," he watched as my Knight sliced one of his Rooks in half.



"What's that?" I pushed my glasses up on my nose, trying to decide my next move.



"Why exactly did Malfoy lick my blood off his hand? That's just... damned disturbing!," Ron frowned.



I began to feel uneasy again, trying to focus on the game, "Cause he's insane?"



Ron thought for a moment, his pieces protesting up at him as he made yet another horrible move. This has to be the worst game of Wizard's Chess Ron has ever played.



"Maybe you're right," Ron continued as he leaned back on the couch, ignoring his angry chess pieces, "Or maybe he's some sort of vampire, eh?"



"I doubt that," I mumbled, knowing quite well why Malfoy had done what he did. He was reminding me of the kiss. That bloody, disgusting kiss he had so forcefully placed on my own damn lips. But why had he gone out of his way to remind me of that? The whole school thinks he's a loon now. Why would Draco Malfoy harm his precious reputation for a weird kiss? This just keeps getting stranger and stranger.



Trying to block from my mind that disturbing look Draco had given me when I pinned him to the wall, I quit the game and went up to our dorm room, laying on my bed. What a day. I sighed to myself and stared blankly at the roof. An odd thought crept into my head. Wait a second... what had Draco said to me when he spit out Ron's blood? That it wasn't the same? When he kissed me the other night, he hadn't spat anything out at all. In fact, I had to pry the little creep from my lips. So, he was telling me that my blood's better than Ron's? That doesn't make sense. Ron was a 'Pure Blood' wizard where I was only 'Half Blood', so he couldn't be refering to that? Maybe Draco was focusing more to the kiss than the quality of the blood itself? No, then he'd be saying that he had enjoyed that horrible bloody kiss. I felt my face flush again. Oh... That's it, that's what he had been trying to say. Draco was telling me how, for some strange reason, he liked kissing me. That look he gave me when I had him against the wall, it was the same as the one he made last night before forcing me to kiss him. I bet if all those people weren't watching he would of happily kissed me again! I sat upright, feeling queasy at the thought of Draco's lips on my own again.



What if Ron had been right when he was joking with me yesterday. What if Draco Malfoy actually did have the hots for me?



"No, no that's just too fucking weird."


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