Love you to death

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Harry Potter stealthily crept ever closer to the blond head that just barely cleared the ring of the tub. Draco was about to pay for his extreme foolishness if the vampire Gryffindor had anything to say about it... and he would by krikey.

Kissing Blaise Zabini indeed! Draco was his and it was high time Harry re-staked his claim on the haughty Slytherin.

Draco Malfoy lay back against the side of the tub with his eyes closed, sighing as he let the warm bath soak away the tension in his body. It had been a long time since he had been able to let his guard down enough to be as relaxed as he was now. It seemed that Harry bloody Potter haunted his every step at times.

God knows the annoying git haunted his mind often enough. Draco hadn’t had a really peaceful moment since the attack at the manor. That sort of worry had eventually begun to wear at his consciousness, making him paranoid and irritable. Draco sighed again, he had to get a grip on his emotions.

Unfortunately for Draco, the grip, when it came, was not his, and it came not on his emotions but in the form of a steel fist grasping his hair as he was unceremoniously and quite excruciatingly hauled up and out of the tub.

Draco shrieked in surprise and pain as strong fingers twisted in his blond mane and he was then turned to face his attacker. Fury further whitened Draco’s already pale features as gray eyes locked with furious green.

“Potter!” He spat.

“Hello Malfoy.” Harry said, wicked intent flashing in those sinful green eyes . “Missed me?”

“Don’t I always?” Draco bit out, fear and anger making him reckless. “You’re not allowed here Potter. Get out!”

“Are you going to make me if I don’t?” Harry said, looking pleased.

Adrenaline shot through Draco. “Yes!” He lashed out at Potter’s smug face, hitting him square on the jaw and then he was frantically struggling, kicking and punching as Harry just stood there appearing amused.

Harry decided just to wait him out. Holding Draco firmly as the infuriated blond slowly wore himself out with his efforts.

Finally, panting and exhausted, Draco ceased his fight. “What do you want Potter?” he said miserably.

“Draco…. Draco.” Harry smirked, raking the blond boys wet, naked body with a brutally hot leer. “I think you know what I want.”

Draco felt that gaze like a perverted caress, skittering over his exposed skin and setting every nerve ending he had on fire. Draco’s breathe caught in his throat as he fancied he could see murder flickering in those verdant eyes. “Have you come to kill me then Potter?” He whispered.

Harry threw his head back and laughed at him. “Trust me when I tell you this Malfoy,” he chuckled darkly, “if I wanted you dead you would have been dead a dozen times over by now.”

The mocking laughter was still ringing in Draco’s ear. “W-what then Potter?”

“You at my mercy.” Harry said, practically fucking purring in his ear. “On your knees taking everything I want to give you and hearing the oh so sweet sound of Draco Malfoy begging me for more. That’s what I want Malfoy.” Harry smiled sadistically. “That’s what I intend to have.”

“W-why me?” Draco gulped, “You h-hate me…y- you always have…”

Harry chewed his bottom lip and looked as though he were actually searching for an answer. “Maybe that’s why Malfoy.” he said after a moment. “ I know my feelings for you are genuine. Hell, you’re one of the few people that can make me feel anything at all.”

Confused storm gray eyes regarded him warily. “Don’t you see Draco?” Harry sighed, “I've had many cases of love that turned out to be just infatuation; but this hate I feel for you is the real thing. Its alive.”

Draco stared at Harry, gob smacked. In a way that almost made a sort of twisted sense.

One long finger almost gently stroked Draco’s cheek. “I don’t feel dead inside when I’m with you.” Harry murmured.

Draco was trembling with fear under Harry‘s hungry gaze. “I don’t want this Potter.” he whimpered.

“I know.” Harry nodded as his eyes came to rest on the black stone dangling from a chain at Draco’s throat. “Not that it matters…..”

He moved in closer to get a better look at the amulet. “What does it do Malfoy?” Harry demanded.

Draco lifted his chin defiantly, he had forgotten he was wearing the cursed stone. “What it does Potter,” he sneered, suddenly feeling more confident as he remembered he still had some powerful protection. “is make my blood poison to you.”

Harry’s eyes flicked back up. “Oh, I know it cant kill you,” Draco smirked, “but it can make you suffer enough to wish you were truly dead. I am the only one that can remove it. Not even magic can call it away from me and if you touch it you will suffer!”

“Is that so?” Harry drawled.

“Yes its so!” Draco snarled arrogantly, “Now release me you utter pr…”

Harry seized the black stone and stiffened as the curse hit him. Malfoy hadn’t been making idle threats.

As soon as Harry touched the amulet a sensation much like a strong “Crucio” hit him square in the gut.
White hot agony shot through his entire body. A weaker wizard or a less determined vampire would have backed off immediately, however, Harry was not “the boy who lived” for nothing. Gritting his teeth and refusing to let go, he firmly latched onto the offending jewelry and yanked with all his might, ripping it free and sending it skittering along the floor.

Draco stared, wide eyed and disbelieving, as his last hope went careening across the tiles.