Tag! You\'re it!

Author\'s note: Hello, boys and girls! This is the other author of Tag! You\'re It! That\'s right, this is Nephimar. Lady Shade hasn\'t been updating with the regularity that I would like, so I decided to do it for her! She will probably beat me for my impudence later, but I\'m willing to make that sacrifice for all of the loyal Tag! readers out there. I think I should be rewarded for my selfless act with reviews praising how well Harry\'s POV is written and declarations your undying love for my clever witticism and charm. *waggles eyebrows and gives a cheeky grin*



Anyway, on to the story...



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**********Draco\'s POV******


Pain. Lots of pain! I figured he’d be inexperienced... But unprepped!! Unless he did it on purpose... Would he be that cruel? Tears were streaming down my face and he was still moving. I wrapped my legs around him and forced him to stop moving.



“You’re supposed to prep me first. That way there wouldn’t be a lot of blood, unlike right now.” He looked really confused. His eyes widened as what he had done finally dawned on him.



**********Harry\'s POV**********



Ah, fucking hell... I knew I should have asked Justin about this. Stupid fucking instincts...

I pulled away and stared in horror. “I...I didn’t mean...I’ve never,” I stuttered. I hung my head and looked away. “I’m sorry.”



**********Draco\'s POV**********



“Just get my wand. It’s next to where the lotion was.” He could have warned me that he was pulling out. At least now I didn’t have to worry that it was intentional...



He handed me my wand but refused to look at me. I healed the internal bleeding and tossed my wand back on the table. “Come here, Harry,” I said calmly. He complied and came to lie beside me. I put my arm around him and he curled into me.



**********Harry\'s POV**********



I felt bad. Really bad. I had definitely killed the mood. Not only had I shown my inexperience and lack of sexual prowess, I had hurt him. Yes, I had beaten him bloody only hours ago and felt a sadistic jolt of satisfaction from it, but this was somehow... different. Now, if I had meant to cause him pain, I wouldn’t be feeling so sorry. However, that hadn’t been my intention... far from it in fact.



Once he was healed, be beckoned me to rejoin him. Through it all, I refused to look at him. Well, refused isn’t quite the right word. That implies that I had a choice. I couldn’t look at him. What would I see on his face? Still lingering tears? Contempt for my inconsiderate actions? I didn’t want to see. So when I lay beside him and felt his arm around me, I responded to his touch and buried my face in the crook of his neck. I closed my eyes and listened to his even breathing.



I owed him this. Gentleness in exchange for roughness. I knew it couldn’t counteract what I’d done, but it was all I could give. And to be honest if felt kind of... nice.



Once again, I muttered, “I’m sorry.” I felt his arm tighten around me and then move up my back. His warm fingers stroked the hair at the knap of my neck softly. Wait a minute, I thought, is he trying to comfort ME?! I should be the one doing the consoling; I had literally ripped him a new ass.



With this in mind, I draped my arm over his waist and ran my thumb along a small stretch of his spine. A sense of calm and contentment washed over me and I hoped he felt a little of it too.



His breathing slowed and his fingers gradually moved less and less until they stopped completely. Very quietly I whispered, “Malfoy?” No response. In an even softer tone I said, “Draco?” His fingers brushed at my neck, but he made no other movement.



Asleep again, I thought. Damn, how can he sleep so much? I wasn’t able to drop off. The nap I had taken earlier in the other room assured me that I still had several hours of wakefulness in me. But I stayed on the bed and continued rubbing his back with my thumb. I was afraid of staying and of leaving. I’d caused enough damage here and should be going. But I didn’t want to face Ron and Hermione. How could I possibly explain this? Yesterday they’d seen me threaten and bind him in ropes. Today, I was lying naked with him in my arms. I didn’t even understand it; they never would.



I stayed for a few hours and just experienced the feel and warmth of the sleeping boy. Thoughts and reflections circled each other in my mind, but I didn’t pay much attention to them. The only thought that prompted any action from me was, It must nearly be dinner. Usually, being the teenage boy that I am, that thought would prompt mejumpjump up and race to the nearest plate of food. But not this time.



Leaving while he was sleeping seemed rude, but it was infinitely easier. And if I left while everyone else was in the Great Hall, I could make it to Gryffindor Tower without notice. That convinced me.



I carefully extracted myself from Malfoy’s embrace and slid off the bed. He wrapped his arms around himself and pulled his legs up. The loss of my body warmth had probably made him a bit cold. As quietly and delicately as I could I managed to pull the covers out from under him and put them over his nude form.



I watched him sleep for a moment and then impulsively I bent down to kiss his cheek. “Goodbye, Draco,” I whispered.



“Harry,” he mumbled thickly in his sleep.



I stepped away and left the room. I looked around the outer room and marveled once more that anyone destroy a room so completely. He had certainly trashed the place. I searched the wreckage and found my wand any most of my clothing. A single sock and my boxers wmissmissing. I gave the room one last scan and spotted Malfoy’s green silk boxers. What the hell. I grabbed them and hastily dressed. I swung theisibisibility cloak around me and exited the Zeter room. I then made my solitary way back to the sixth year Gryffindor boys’ dorm.



**********Draco\'s POV**********



It was just past sunset when I awoke. The sky was still shades of purple. I sat up and looked around confused. Where was Harry? I felt the place on the bed where he had been and found it cold. That bastard! How dare he leave me after what he did!



I went to the bureau and took out some clothing that would aid me in sneaking around the castle. I went into the main room and with the flick of my wand it was put in order with my clothing folded on the coffee table. Instead of my emerald silk boxers, there were his hideous red, snitch covered boxers.



After tossing the clothes in the hamper in my room, I went down to the kitchens. I ate and returned to my room. I did my homework and all the while my anger, both at Harry and his abandonment, festered.



The next day I left my room at dawn, changing the tapestry from Zeter the Goblin Leader to the same castle that’s on the tapestry to my inner sanctum, only minus the fire. It was also now password protected. No way anyone would be able to enter without permission.



I went to the Quidditch pitch to fly around for a while to free my mind of all my thoughts. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen seeing as he showed up.



**********Harry\'s POV**********



I spent a few hostarstaring at the canopy of my four poster wearing nothing but a pair of stolen emerald boxers. All I could think of was Malfoi>Noi>No, not Malfoy... Draco. After doing what we did, it doesn’t make much sense to call him by his surname. Well, maybe not aloud, but at least I’ll call him that in my head. I couldn’t get Draco out of my mind. Scenes of the events that had taken place in his rooms kept flashing through my head. Images of blonde hair, teeth marks, and sweat.



I gave a frustrated groan as I felt myself getting hard again. McGonagall in a bikini, McGonagall in a bi! Not even this mental torture would deflate my arousal. There was nothing for it, I’d have to take matters into hand... literally. I slipped my hand passed the waistband of my--Draco’s--boxers and got into a comfortable position.



I let visions of silver-blue eyes and smooth, fair flesh wash over me. I grasped my hardness and set a slow steady pace. I relived the moment I first saw his unclothed body. I remembered the feel of skin to skin and soft lips. My hand moved a bit faster.



The mental film playing in my mind altered and became fantasy. I was being fucked by Draco. He moved with long smooth thrusts. We moaned and gasped in unison. He fucked me faster and harder. Skin slapped against skin, the sound mingling with our cries and curses. Breath came in ragged pants and sweat glistened on our bodies. Draco’s hips jerked erratically as he threw back his head...



My fantasy ended and with a groan, I spilled my seed all over my hand. I stayed still for a moment just enjoying the after shocks of my orgasm. With a sigh I reached for my wand and muttered a cleansing charm. Despite the early hour (about 8 o’clock in the evening) I drifted into a light doze.



“Oi, Harry! Where’ve you been?” Ron’s voice jerked me into wakefulness.



“Humm?” I asked sleepily.



“Where’d you go after breakfast? We’ve been looking everywhere!”



I suddenly remembered, with a pang of guilt, that Ron and Hermione had been searching for me that after noon in the Zeter room. “Oh, I...um, I was with Malfoy for a while...” It was best to keep as close to the truth as possible. I’m a terrible liar when it’s friends I’m lying to.



Ron looked confused for a moment before comprehension seemed to dawn on him. I held my breath and waited for an accusation. “Did you beat his arse? That ferret certainly deserves it. I just wish I could have been there to help.”



I heaved a mental sigh of relief. Ron hadn’t guessed the truthank ank Merlin. But then, who would guess at such an unfathomable thing? “Yeah, I pounded his arse into the ground.” I wanted to laugh hysterically at how true the statement was.



Ron gave me a proud smile and set about getting ready for sleep. I closed the hangings of my bed and laid back. I hated myself for not telling Ron what had really happened. He was my best mate, I should tell him, right? But I couldn’t make myself do it. There’s nothing to tell, I rationalized, and there’s nothing between Draco and I. Nothing. It won\'t happen again.



I fell into an uneasy sleep...



And woke to faint predawn light. I cursed when I realized I was half hard. Dammit, I was dreaming about him. I ignored Little Harry and rose to take a shower. Once under the jets of water, I gave myself a quick burst of icy cold water and yelped. Well, at least the effects of my arousal had disappeared.



Once I was washed and clothed, I set off for the kitchens for some food. Dobby was ecstatic. Coming to see him two days in a row seemed to be the highlight of his life. I ate quickly and escaped the odd little elf.



I was halfway back to Gryffindor Tower, lost in thoughts of Draco and how to deal with the new circumstances, when I stopped walking. I was stressed and frustrated and many other unpleasant adjectives. What I wanted was to forget it all for a moment. I needed to fly.



I Summoned my Firebolt and set off for the pitch. I left the castle and watched my breath form small clouds as it exited my mouth. I walked onto the pitch five minutes later and cursed when I saw a blonde, broom-holding figure exit the Slytherin changing rooms.



**********Draco\'s POV**********



I was flying without thinking, my sharp turns and steep dives all subconscious actions. At least they were until I saw that bastard with his unruly mop of raven hair.



Note to self: consciousness resuming control of one’tiontions while in a suicide dive is a very bad, very painful thing. I tried to pull up but I was too low and the tip of the handle dug into the ground. I tumbled and slid along the ground for about a quarter of the pitch before landing flat on my back.



**********Harry\'s POV**********



He didn’t see me when I first arrived. He mounted his broom and soared into the air. A streak of smooth moving green and silver was all I could see of him. I was amazed. I’d never seen him fly like that during a quidditch match. He flew with an effortless grace as he sped along the pitch.



He had just gone into a difficult move when he spotted me. He lost control and crashed into the ground. I’d never seen a person roll so far. Once he came to a stop, he lay on his back and didn’t move.



Fucking hell, that looked painful. I hopped into my broom and dashed across the pitch. When I reached him I dismounted and bent over to get a good look. His hair was in disarray and he wore many grass stains.



He gave a feeble groan and I said, “Merlin, Draco, are you alright?” I didn’t even realize I had called him by first name.



**********Draco\'s POV**********



Fuck, that hurt! And of course, the first thing I see is a pair of emerald green eyes. I rolled onto my stomach and tried with all my will to fight the new wave of pain I experienced. “Fine, Potter,” I said through gritted teeth.



I slowly got up and hobbled over to where my Nimbus 2001 lay... in pieces! “FUCK!!” I yelled as I stormed closer towards the exit of the pitch. Just my luck, he was still following me.



**********Harry\'s POV**********



Potter? That made me pause for a moment. Somehow I had grown to expect him to call me ‘Harry’. My musing was cut short when I heard an exclamation of “FUCK!!” I turned and saw Draco examining the pieces of what was once a pretty good broom.



Suddenly he began stalking toward the exit without even looking at me. I was a bit offended by that. He’s hot, he’s cold... How am I supposed to know what to expect? I followed him in hopes of discovering the cause of his change of conduct towards me. He didn’t seem pleased by my decision to do so.



**********Draco\'s POV**********



“What the hell do you want, Potter?” I said whirling on him, “You just want to be around me when it’s convenient for you. That\'s unacceptable, you little fuck. Leaving like that... And you called me cold-hearted...” I turned back to the school, but apparently he still hadn’t gotten the fact that I wanted him to leave me alone.



**********Harry\'s POV**********



For the second time, I paused. I hadn’t thought of how my leaving might look from his point of view.



Oops, I thought. “I...” I began. But he appeared not to have heard as he turned and began walking even faster. I followed with a fierce determination only I posses.



**********Draco\'s POV**********



He just keeps following me! Why won\'t he just leave?! “Why do you insist on following me?” I yelled as I stopped and turned back to face him. \"You made it clear as fucking crystal, Potter, that you only wanted a quick shag. After I specifically said that I wanted something more permanent. If you’re going to tell me why you just left after what you did, tell me now!” I stood there waiting for his answer. It was really killing my bto bto be standing and walking around, but I guess he’s worth it... maybe.



**********Harry\'s POV**********



I glanced nd tnd to see if anyone might be around. I mean, really, did he have to shout so loudly? Anyone could hear him. Once I was assured no one had over heard, I answered his query.



“Look, I’m sorry. I just... I had to leave. Ron and Hermione were looking for me and...” I let out an exasperated sigh and searched for something to sat that wouldn’t earn me a nasty curse.



**********Draco\'s POV**********



“Stop hiding behind your fucking friends, Potter. Don’t be such a damn coward! Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear. I want the truth.”



**********Harry\'s POV**********



Coward?! The ferret thinks I’m a coward?! The frustration of the past few days solidified and became anger. s mos more than a little pissed off. He wants the truth, does he? Well then that’s what I’ll give him...



“I’m not fucking hiding behind anything. They’re my friends and they’re important. They care about me and I care about them. You think I’ll just forget about them and be with you?! They’ve always been there. Where were you? You were insulting and taunting them. So you you if you think I’m just telling you what you want to hear.” I glared at him and took a deep breath.



**********Draco\'s POV**********



His words were not unexpected. It was like he was reading a script of my internal dialog.



“That’s not what I meant and you know it. They may be your friends, but they’re not your keepers. If you’re just going to give excuses to why you abandoned me last night, or whenever it was that you left... then don’t. I may not have much anymore, but at least I have my pride.”



**********Harry\'s POV**********



I now regretted my decision to follow him. What was I supposed to say?! How could I possible articulate to him what was going on in my head? I didn’t think I could, but I gave it a valiant effort...



“I left because I had to. You were asleep and couldn’t stop me. Every time I tried to leave before something stopped me. I’d been there too long anyway, so I left.” I gave another frustrated sigh and continued. “And anyway... what would they think? I’m Harry fucking Potter, poster boy for all that’s good. And you’re Draco fucking Malfoy, spawn of evil. The two images just don’t mesh. And I just... you... ah, I don’t know!” I threw up my hands and started to walk away.



**********Draco\'s POV**********



“Wait.” Why is it that when I want him to leave, he stays; when I want him to stay, he leaves. I’ll be damned if I were toow how him after opening that can of flobberworms! He stopped walking and let out an annoyed sigh, then turned to face me.



“That’s what this is about, isn’t it? You think I’m just like my father. Well I’m not. If I didn’t think that it would push you farther away, I’d change my fucking last name. That way I wouldn’t be a goddamn Malfoy!” I knew I shouldn\'t yell at him, but I couldn\'t (didn’t want to really) stop.



“And don’t give me that ‘Poster Boy’ crap. That’s what they made you, not what or who you are.” I said, my anger dissipating and being replaced by the feeling of resignation. “And you do know. Maybe not here,” I tapped the side of his head, “but here,” I placed my hand flat over his heart, “you know. Whether or not you want to be with me, if you’d give me a chance.” We stood for what seemed like forever. my hand on his chest looking into each other\'s eyes. Next thing I knew, he steps toward me and wraps his arms around me and softly kissed me lips. Is he trying to confuse the hell out of me? Or is he just Schizophrenic?



**********Harry\'s POV**********



Once again, Hormones won over Rationality and Sensibility. The latter two didn’t put up much of a fight, though. Actually, I think they decided my hormones had the right idea from the start.



I moved my lips away from his and placed them on his neck. I spent a few moments enjoying this area and the feel of his hands in my hair. I then moved up to his ear and after giving it a gentle nip, I breathed, “Alright, I’ve give you your chance. But don’t you dare mislead or betray me,” I said the last part in a fierce whisper. I could not afford to be deceived. Too much depended on me for that.



**********Draco\'s POV**********



His hair is soft… Oh, wait… He’s talking…



“Alright, I’ll give you your cha Bi Bit don’t you dare mislead or betray me.” The fierceness of his voice made me shiver.



“I would never hurt you,” I whispered back. His lips crushed against mine, his hands roaming over my body. His hands brushed against my lower back made me hiss in pain and if it weren’t for his arms around me, I would have fallen to the ground.



**********Harry\'s POV**********



I was suddenly supporting most of his weight. I stumbled as I tried to keep the slightly taller boy up right. He winced sharply as my hand pressed into the small of his back.



“You should be in the Hospital Wing,” I mumbled as he clung to me for leverage. He nodded and I helped him up to the castle. Once we were inside I could hear the sounds of breakfast just beginning. I tried to hurry the limping Slytherin passed the doors to the Great hall and looked in when I we were almost past.

Oh damn…



From her place at the Gryffindor table, Herm wat watched our progress with a look of astonishment. I attempted to distance myself a bit from Draco but that proved to be disastrous. With the slight loss of support, Draco stumbled and I tripped over his foot. With an accusatory, “Potter!” we toppled to the floor. Lovely… now it wasn’t just Hermione that was staring at us, it was half of the Great Hall… Just lovely.



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More from the author: Pretty good, huh? Can\'t wait for the next instalment, can you? Well, you\'re going to have to because I don\'t know when Lady Shade will be posting again. However, I promise to pester her about it until she either updates or her head explodes. Hopefully, it won\'t come to exploding heads. Messy, that. *wrinkles nose with distaste*



Untill next time...



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