Chasing the Dragon

Disclaimer: Once again I am forced to reminded everyone that I do not own these characters… no matter how much I’d like to. With that said I will have to ask that no one sue me, I have enough problems.

Thank you to the lovely Lucy for all her help and encouragement.

Now on with the show


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My day so far has been just peachy. First Blaise failed to wake me up in time for breakfast; is making sure I’m a wake in the morning too much to ask a so called ‘friend’? Then after taking a shower I realize I have no clean towels, damn house elves. But worst of all, I was plagued by disturbing yet terribly erotic dreams all night… about Potter. A part of me wanted to stay in those dreams forever, although the rational part of me insists on killing the other; so I will push the dreams aside and pretend they never happened. I arrive to potions just in time; although it’s not as if Professor Snape would have punished me… I am his favorite student after all.

I push the door of the Potions room open and step inside. Looks like we’ll be partnering today… perfect. I am positive I will be partnered with Potter since Snape loves nothing more than to torture him. Little does he know the Golden Boy has gone mental and would love nothing more than to spend time with me. Obviously Potter is aware of this as well, since he is now standing with his things ready watching me mischievously. As the inevitable happens he makes his way over to me, a smirk in his face, - which to the casual observer would appear that he is not happy with the current arrangements. I know better… I’ve seen that look before - and it has nothing to do with anger.

He sits down beside me, giving a little wink in the process, which I return. He seems slightly shocked by my actions, but recovers quickly - lightly running his hand over my inner thigh raising his eyebrows, reminding me of yesterday’s events. Never fear mon petit chaton, I remember very well… and you will be punished. We begin our assignment and save for a few accidental touches, we work without incident. All is quiet now and I take the opportunity to strike… without warning, without hesitation.

“Damn it Potter, get your hand off my thigh… I told you I will not have sex with you. No means no!” See what happens when you play with snakes… you get bit.

I try my best to keep from laughing, while he… looks positively murderous. He opens his mouth to protest my ridiculous accusation but is cut off by an awaiting Snape.

“Mr. Potter, if you would do so kindly as to keep your lust for Mr. Malfoy under control so we can continue our lesson in peace… and 20 points from Gryffindor for trying to molest a fellow student.” Damn, hadn’t thought about that… I’m in trouble.

“But I didn’t do anything.” Well no, not in the last ten minutes anyways.

“Come on Potter… you know you want me” We both do.

He takes the opportunity to glance around the room, as do I. The Slytherins are laughing hysterically - all except for Blaise… what’s his problem? The Gryffindors look absolutely scandalized and Weasley looks as if he wants to rip my head off, but thankfully a shake of Potter’s head seems to calm him down a bit. Mr. Grabby Hands however is seething. He turns his attention back to me and steps closer… dangerously close. He stops only millimeters from me, eyes locked with mine, jaw clenched so tight I fear he may break it.

“In your fucking dreams Malfoy.” HEY, who told him about those?

The room is deadly silent, no one moves, no one dares even breathe. They’re waiting for the fireworks I suppose, but as I begin to form a rebuttal Snape intercedes.

“Potter, I warned you about such language in my presence… go to Dumbledore.” That, was completely not my fault.

He looks over at our beloved Potions Master who is currently pointing to the door, looking incredibly incensed. Then he leans in closer, if that’s even possible, and whispers in my ear.

“You’re going to pay for this Draco.” Oh no, he said Draco… that can not be good… I am so fucked

“POTTER, OUT NOW!” Could you be a little quieter next time? Some of us have sensitive ears.

After giving Snape one of his new inappropriate hand gestures… he leaves. I am feeling very proud of myself at the moment. Although I am fairly certain I am going to pay for this later. Serves him right though… now maybe he’ll learn… no one fucks with a Malfoy. Well since he’s gone I guess I’ll need to finish this potion myself. If you ask me I think it was very selfish of him to get kicked out of class leaving me here to do all the work myself. But I guess there isn’t all that much left to do, let’s see I ne-

“Hey Draco?” Yes Mr. Can’t wake somebody up.

“What do you want Blaise?” Can’t you see I’m busy.

“When are you going to give it up?” Please, I gave it up to you months ago.

“Give what up?” Come to think of it, that probably wasn’t what he was referring to.

“This Potter thing, I saw you know… his hands weren’t anywhere near your leg.” Maybe not now but they were earlier… so ha.

“Shut up Blaise, as a matter of fact why don’t you g- oh oh, oh god.” Oh shit

“Draco… are you ok?” NO, there’s a hand on my ohh… damn Potter and his invisibility cloak.

“Y-yes, I’m f-fine.” Not again.

I turn my attention away from Blaise, trying desperately to slap away the invisible hand creeping up my thigh. Oww, damn it, he bit me… now he’s sucking on my fingers one by one while simultaneously trying to get his hands successfully into my pants. I place my free hand under the table, trying in vain to release myself from Potters death grip, but every time I try to pull away he bites down harder. We need to get out of here… NOW.

“Draco? What are you doing?” Blaise, of course… I really don’t need this right now.

“None of your business.\" Sod off

“Damn it Draco, I told you about doing that shit in public… go to the bathroom if you just can‘t wait.” Bathroom, great idea… thanks Blaise.

I jump out of my seat successfully freeing myself of the oversized leach and practically shout at a startled Professor Snape.

“Professor, may I be excused?” To shag Potter in a bathroom.

“Why Mr. Malfoy?” What part of shag Potter did you not get the first time?

“I need to use the loo.” Really badly.

“Fine, but make it quick… that potion will not make itself.” Really?

I all but run out of the potions room, not even stopping to acknowledge Blaises “I wasn’t serious” comment. I need to find a bathroom… and fast. I think there’s one just around this corner - yes. I step inside and realize that I am alone. I hope I didn’t lose Potter, I’m not in the mood to go all over the castle searching for his invisible ass - not that I would. I am reassured I was indeed followed when a pair of invisible lips press firmly against mine. I return the kiss for a moment before taking a step back and relieving my companion of his cloak.

“What the hell were you thinking? You could have gotten us both expelled!” And where the hell did you learn that anyway?

“I was bored.” He smiles at me and shrugs his shoulders.

“You were bored?” That is the lamest excuse I have ever heard.

“Yeah, so? Anyway you started it” Your point being?

A predatory grin appears on my face as I converge on him, effectively pinning him against the wall, hands on either side of his head. Thank the gods classes are in session… no interruptions.

“Are you bored now?” Although I really don’t see how you could be with me here… but humor me.

“What do you mean?” He looks at me innocently - head tilted to one side, oh no… you’re not getting out of it that easy.

“Come on Potter, you are far from naive and we both know it… now finish what you started” I nod down and he grins… yes finally.

“As much as I would love to, I don’t have time right now… I have to go see Dumbledore” I really would prefer to not think of Dumbledore right now

I assume he’s joking since he is now sliding down my body very very slowly… down… down... Yes - NO, he just crawled out between my legs… that bastard, he’s serious.

“You can’t be serious.” I spin around to face him and he’s smiling… I’m beginning to believe he’s doing this on purpose

“Sorry to say but yeah… don’t look at me like that, if you would have kept your mouth shut, none of this would have happened, would it?” And I’m sure you trying to fuck me in a public corridor had nothing to do with it.

He turns to leave and I grab his hips, bringing his body to mine and beginning to rock us gently.

“Are you sure?” Please please stay… I need this.

He pushes me away, shaking a finger at me.

“Now now, I told you… I have to go.” He’s gone… now what to do about my newly acquired problem?

I glance over to the stalls - No, I will not stoop. I quickly exit the bathroom and begin my search for someone to alleviate my… ache. After searching for about ten minutes or so I come across a group of Slytherin sixth years - hey wait what are they doing out of class… oh like I care. I approach the most attractive one; she turns to me and motions for her friends to go on.

“Hello… Mary is it?” Gods I hope I’m right.

“It’s Rebecca actually” Damn damn damn, how am I supposed to keep them all straight?

“Oh yes, Rebecca of course. Listen Rebecca, I was wondering if you could help me with a particular problem.” I lean in close twirling a section of her hair around my finger, she smiles sweetly - Ah ha victory, now where to go - wait, why is she laughing?

“Sorry Malfoy, but I don’t get off with head cases… maybe ‘Potter’ can help you with your little problem.” Little my ass - hang on, did that bitch just turn me down… AND MOCK ME?

She walks away laughing and I am in complete shock. No one and I do mean no one has ever turned me down. And what was that shit about Potter, and the hand quotation thing - Pansy and Blaise are going to die. I cannot believe they have been telling people about that incident in the hall. Now all of Slytherin and then the school are going to think I’m, insane. I am so kicking Zabini’s ass, and maybe Parkinson’s too. Shit… potions, I almost completely forgot. I run back as fast as I can but upon entering I realize that this is not my class… but some third years, and unfortunately the same Professor.

“Mr. Malfoy, so happy you decided to return… however as you can see, your session has ended.” Is that so? Ten points to Slytherin for your excellent observation.

“Sorry Sir.” Not really but…

“Care to tell me where you’ve been all this time?” You wouldn’t believe me if I did.

“Not really.” Well… I don’t.

“Alright then, get your things… I’ll write you a note for your next lesson.” It’s good to be the favorite.

“Thank you Professor.” He scribbles a quick note and hands it to me.

“Here you go… and I will see you at lunch.” Lunch?

“At lunch?”

“Yes, to finish your potion… I told you it wouldn’t finish itself, but if you prefer to fail…” No, I most definitely would not.

“No, I will be here at lunch.” Like I have a choice

“Very well then… you may go.” And you may go fuck yourself.

“Yes Sir.” Favorite my ass.

Damn damn damn, I missed breakfast and now I’ll probably miss lunch… this is all Potters fault. Maybe Snape will let me have some lunch while finishing my potion… I don’t see why he wouldn’t.

I think I’ll go the long way to Herbology, with this note I will not have to worry about getting detention or deduction of points and I am going to be late anyway. Well shit, I guess the long way isn’t as long as I had thought since I am now at the greenhouse. I step inside handing my note to Professor Sprout who didn’t seem all that happy with it. I glance around and my eyes fall immediately on Zabini… I think I should have a talk with him. I walk up to him and without warning grab him by the throat slamming him against one of the tables.

“I take it the bathroom didn’t go well?” No not really - HEY

“Shut. Up. I should kill you right now for this.” He glances around to our fellow classmates silently asking for assistance but no one moves… they know better.

“What… are you talking about?” As if you didn’t know loud mouth.

“What have you been telling people about me… and Potter?” I growl a little for emphasis.

“Draco let him go” Like hell.

“Fuck off Parkinson… this doesn’t concern you.” So go back to what ever brothel you escaped from.

“I would say it does… after all, I’m the one who told” I release my grip on Blaise and take a step towards her; Blaise begins to rub his neck - staring at her in disbelief.

“Pansy… you didn’t” Of course she did.

“Perhaps you should be more careful of whose feelings you hurt in the future Draco… or it may come back to bite you in the ass” Fucking vindictive bitch.

“I’LL KILL YOU” I lunge at her but Blaise stops me just in time.

“MR. MALFOY, go to Headmaster Dumbledore immediately.” I’m sorry… did I do something wrong?

I leave Herbology and am now on my way to the old man’s office. Shit… no one told me the password. I get one of the gargoyles to tell him I have arrived, as soon as the stairs start to move, I jump on. Once at the headmaster’s door, I knock twice then enter.

“Hello Mr. Malfoy”

“Headmaster”

“Care for a lemon drop?” Does anyone… ever?

“No thank you.” They’re probably three hundred years old anyway.

“Very well, so Mr. Malfoy… what brings you here today?” My feet?

“I tried to kill Pansy.” Unfortunately I was unsuccessful.

“Miss. Parkinson?” The one and only.

“And why may I ask would you do something like that?” Do I need a reason?

“Because, she was gossiping about me and I didn’t appreciate it.” No, I do not like it at all.

“Ahh… about you and Mr. Potter?” You know this how?

“How do you know about that?” I am so embarrassed.

“Word travels fast in small places.” A little too fast if you ask me.

“All right then, since we both now know why I am here… what exactly is my punishment?” Please please please don’t expel me.

“Well this is a very serious offence Mr. Malfoy but considering the vindictive nature of Miss. Parkinson I am only going to take one hundred and fifty points.” WHAT?

“WHAT? But sir -” I am going to get so much shit for this.

“Now now, I am sure you know I could have expelled you for this, so I do believe it is a more than fair punishment… don’t you?” Well I suppose.

“Yes sir.” Bite me.

“Good, now is there anything else you wish to discuss?” Hmm… how about the effects of nuclear warfare on the eastern hemisphere?

“No Sir.”

“Well then… you may go.” Finally.

“Thank you sir… good day” Ad may you choke on one of your beloved lemon drops.

Well that was… interesting. I guess the old man isn’t as senile as everyone thinks. Since Herbology is most likely over and due to the fact that I really don‘t want to go back there anyway… I guess I will just go back to potions. Why is everyone staring at me? And why is that girl pointing at me, great now she’s laughing… it’s official, I am the laughing stock of Hogwarts, my father will be so proud. This is all Potter’s fault.

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A/N: I know this didn’t exactly have the revenge some may have been hoping for but you need to remember this is about Harry chasing Draco, so I just can’t let Draco have the upper hand… not yet anyways. Since I already have the next chapter written it should be up pretty soon, it just needs to be typed and proof read. However I am going on a much needed vacation this week so it may not be up until after the weekend. Thanks for reading and a special thank you to my reviewers for taking the time to do so. Oh and mon petite chanton means my small kitten.