Bloody Kisses

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Draco Malfoy



It has become apparent I have totally given in to my emotions. I don't even care anymore if everyone thinks I'm loony. Because the truth is, I am loosing my fucking mind. I need Potter and I won't rest til he's mine. Nothing is going to stand in my way. Not Ronald Weasley, not my father, not my pride, not any of the pathetic school rules, not anything. Well, not anything except myself. My conscience is all that's left in the way. I can't help but hate myself right about now. I'm in love with Harry fucking Potter. Day in and day out I can't stop thinking about him. What a dreadful existence I'm forced to live.



"Well, umm, I guess I'll see you after Christmas, Draco."



Crabbe spoke softly from the doorway of the dorm we shared, as if not wanting me to explode at him again. He had just finished packing his bags at the bed closest to mine and was watching me seated at my desk. The past week I've been screaming at people left and right, appearing even more insane with every confrontation. Anyone who even mentioned Harry Potter around me received a lashing from my insults and curses. I fear it will only get worse until the day I finally take the world renowned Gryffindor boy for my own.



"You're sure you wanna stay here?" Crabbe eyed me, looking worried, "I mean, maybe it'd be better if you spent some time away from Hogwarts?"



I looked up from the blank piece of paper on my desktop, glaring. The big oaf has no idea what I'm going through. Why should he care, anyhow? It's not like he's really my friend or anything.



"Just go," I hissed through my teeth, my eyes falling back to the paper before me.



Crabbe slumped his shoulders, sighing in defeat as he stomped off down the stairs and out through the Slytherin common room. Goyle had tried pulling the same thing on me earlier, having to be practically forced from the room just so he would leave.



Sitting alone in silence again, I stared at the paper before me. How could I tell my father I wasn't coming home this Christmas break? Yesterday, I had found out Harry was staying at Hogwarts for the holidays. This was possibly my only chance to speak with him without Ron or anyone else hovering nearby. I must write something convincing to my parents. I can't let a chance like this just slip away, not when my dignity and sanity was at stake. Why would I want to stay here, though? The gray owl my family currently uses for sending messages was perched on the window sill, awaiting my finished letter.



"Do you have any ideas what I could write, owl?" I grumbled to the dumb bird.



It hooted in return, leaning over to pick at it's wing feathers.



"Great help you are...," I slumped down in my chair, dabbing my quill in some ink and writing 'Dear Father' across the top of the paper.



Well, at least it's a start.



Harry Potter



It's been nearly two weeks since Malfoy had attacked Ron and things were just beginning to feel normal again. Before I knew it we were on the verge of Christmas break. Hermione and Ron would be away for the holiday so I'd have some much needed time to myself. Still, it was sad to see them go.



"Goodbye Hermione," I hugged my friend, "Have a great Christmas! Write to me if you find the time, all right?"



"Oh, I will," she smiled to me, picking up two suitcases, one for clothes and one for books, "Are you sure you'll be fine staying here over the break without me or Ron?"



I leaned back against a bookshelf, Madam Pince, the Librarian, glaring at me, "I'll be fine. If I get bored, I'll go and visit Hagrid."



"All right. Try and stay out of trouble, Harry," Hermione said her good-bye’s and began walking away.



Try and stay out of trouble? How much trouble can I get in without Ron here to egg me on? All I plan to do is sloth around my empty dorm and eat plenty of Christmas treats. Sounds like a good holiday to me.



"Oh, by the way," Hermione stopped and glanced around the room, "Have you seen Ron anywhere? I thought we were supposed to meet here?"



I shrugged, "Nope. He's probably still packing."



"No I'm not!" Ron stumbled up to us, dragging a large suitcase behind him, "Are you ready to go, 'Mione?"



She rolled her eyes, "I've been ready for hours! Let's go."



They both waved goodbye and left the library. I took a seat at a nearby table, opening a book called 'Eastern Dragons; Fire Breathers of China' that Hagrid had told me I might find interesting. The library was almost too quiet. It felt like I was the only person staying behind this Christmas, which wasn't entirely a bad thing.



"Hello, Potter," I jumped as a smooth, familiar voice called my name from directly behind me.



Turning in my chair, I came face to face with Draco Malfoy. For the past few weeks, I've been doing my best to avoid the Slytherin. It's been hard since he seems to turn up everywhere I go. Like now, for instance. I'm starting to think he's following me. Lately, rumors have been saying that Draco was losing his mind. The boy before me looked perfectly normal; his trademark scowl on his face, a book in his hands, and even his hair slicked back neatly, like always. But the fact that he, once again, was coincidentally in the same place I happened to be made me suspicious.



"Aren't you leaving, Malfoy?" I turned back around in my chair, flipping through the pages in the book. Maybe if I just ignore the creep, he'll go away.



"Nope," Draco snickered, "I'm staying here. My family will survive one holiday without me and... well, I just didn't feel like leaving. Rumor has it you're staying as well?"



"Yeah. That's just wonderful," I mumbled sarcastically, hoping he would leave soon.



The fact that Draco was staying here instead of running off with everyone else was quite unnerving.



I realized he was still standing behind me, "Don't you have anything better to do than watch me read, Malfoy?"



"Oh, fuck off, Potter," he huffed, walking over to the book shelves and disappearing between the aisles.



Draco Malfoy



This is going to be more difficult than I thought. Checking to make sure no one was around, I pushed some books aside on a shelf and peered through the gap. Potter was still seated at a table, reading some old book. Talking to him is nearly impossible, but what other options do I have? It's not like I can just jump Potter and tear his clothes off. Or maybe...



If the timing was right, if we were alone, if nothing was to disturb us.... Maybe I could have my way with him! Even if it was against his own will. All I would have to do is tie Potter down and keep him quiet. I'm sure he'd began to enjoy it eventually. Hell, I know I would...



"What the fuck am I thinking?" I whispered, backing away from the books and the sight of Potter just yards away.



Am I really considering raping Harry Potter? I must be loosing my mind! I wiped my damp forehead. Suddenly, a familiar feeling forced me to glance down. Oh please no, not here, not now... I moved my robe back and almost cried at the site of the erection pressed against my slacks.



This is...this is just sick! My face flushed as a wave of panic ran through me. I need to get out of here quick! Before Potter sees me like this!



Running out of the aisle, I knocked over a first year Hufflepuff boy.



"Hey!" the boy squealed, staggering to his feet, "Watch where you're going!" His whining created a sort of domino effect.



Madam Pince stood up from behind her desk, "Young man! There is no running in the library! I have to ask you to leave!"



"I bloody well am!" I yelled to old Pince, nearly giving her a heart attack.



Potter, looking up from his book, watched curiously at the scene playing out before him.



Stop it! Stop looking at me! I thought, panicking as he closed the book and gave me his full attention.



For once, his attention is not what I wanted. Trying to escape Harry's prying eyes, I made a mad dash for the doors. On the way, I bumped into a cart filled to the brim with back issues of the Daily Prophet, scattering newspapers everywhere. Two more students by the cart backed away, watching as I hurtled by.



Shit! Where did all these people come from? I thought the library was empty?



Before slamming hard into the exit doors, I managed to elbow a 4th year Ravenclaw girl in the stomach and knock over two more 1st year Hufflepuffs. I skid to a stop in the hallway and turned back to the library before the doors slammed shut behind me. Harry, standing now, was looking rather bewildered past all of the commotion. He stared at me and, to my surprise, lines of worry crossed his forehead. Did Potter actually care what happened to me? I felt the bulge in my pants ache as the doors creaked shut. Before I found myself back in the library on top of Potter in front of everyone, I took to my heels.



"I fucking hate you, Harry Potter!" I screamed as I barreled off down the hall, headed in a mad frenzy towards the Slytherin dorms.



People jumped out of my way left and right as I ran. Anything stopping me from reaching safety was taken out. Finally I neared the stone wall where the Slytherin dorms were hidden. I practically screeched the password. grabbing my wand from my robe pocket as I hurdled into the common room. I fell back to the ground panting and shaking. Safe at last.



I'm going mad. I really really really am.



Harry Potter



"What in bloody hell just happened?" I mumbled to myself, walking out into the hall to review all of the havoc Draco had caused. Everyone was looking as confused as I felt, stepping over the scattered debris. Two boys were helping a Ravenclaw girl to her feet.



"Well, that fruit Draco Malfoy just flipped out, yelled at Pince, and then ran down the hall screaming," A girl standing with her hands on her hips beside me answered, "Mandy was right, he truly has gone insane!" I gave her a funny look since I hadn't expected anyone to answer me and I had no clue who Mandy was.



"Draco's not a fruit. He's many other things, but I wouldn't go choosing that word to describe him. And he's not insane, either." Startled by own snappy reply, I took a step back from the girl.



"Why are you defending him?" she said, as surprised as I was, "You're Harry Potter, right?"



"Yeah," I muttered, suddenly feeling rather silly.



"When Draco ran off down the hallway he was screaming 'I hate you, Potter!'," She gave me an odd look then walked away, stepping over an upside-down chair as she headed off down the hallway.



I stood with my hands in my pockets thinking.



He hates me?



Oh, you know that already, don't act like you're surprised Harry. The girl was right, why had I defended Draco? He looked so distraught when he fled from the library, though. And somehow it's my fault? Maybe something is wrong with Draco. Terribly wrong. I followed the path of debris and scattered people down three long hallways, running into a disheveled Professor Snape on the way.



"Excuse me, Professor? Did Draco just come by here?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't take points from Gryffindor for me speaking to him.



Instead, Snape just stood there with a bewildered look on his face.



"Why yes, he did, Potter," the Professor muttered, staring blank down the hall in the opposite direction. He turned to me still rather out of sorts, "Malfoy shoved me out of his way and told me to 'get bent'. Is something wrong?"



Draco Malfoy telling Snape to 'get bent'? Maybe he has gone mad...



"I'm not sure," I kicked a fallen flower vase that had rolled up next to my foot, "Do you know where he went?"



"I've been informed that he's locked himself in the Slytherin house," Snape shook his head and turned away. He muttered to himself as he walked down the hall in the direction I came.



As I wandered back to the Gryffindor, I couldn't help but think...



Was it something I said?


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