Darker Side of Me

Darker Side of Me –Chapter 6

Draco snapped out of his dream, breathing heavily and covered in a cold sweat. Harry was leaning over him, clearly very worried, holding his shoulder tightly to calm him down. The blond looked around a moment, bewildered and confused, trying to make sense of his whereabouts and his situation. Once he finally realized that he was still in Gryffindor tower, sleeping in Harry’s bed, he calmed down a bit and his breathing slowly returned to normal. Potter was sitting cross-legged under the covers next to him.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice husky from lingering sleep though his eyes were awake and intimate in their expression. Draco studied his lips for a moment; they seemed more pouted than usual and begged him to kiss them. He disregarded the thought, however, and tried to shake his dreams from his mind.

“I’m fine, why did you wake me?” he lied, rubbing his eyes and staring down at the covers. He felt cold. Harry leaned in closer and pulled the bed covers up around Draco.

“You were having a nightmare,” the Gryffindor replied carefully. Draco stared at him, a small and yet very fake smirk drawing itself on his face.

“I didn’t realize you cared so much,” he snickered, making a mock-pout at Harry. “I don’t need to be babied.” Potter frowned.

“I don’t care so much, but you were seizuring so violently and screaming so loud I couldn’t sleep.” Potter turned away and lay back down on the bed. Draco leaned over him with a smile.

“So it was entirely selfish?” Draco mocked him, running a finger down Harry’s cheek. “That concern on your face when I woke up, that was just you worried about getting your beauty sleep, was it?” Harry glared at him.

“You were screaming some pretty strange things, it was freaking me out,” he spat back, pushing Draco back and sitting up once more. Malfoy laughed.

“I was dreaming of falling off my broom into a fiery pit,” Draco lied quickly. “You probably just heard me scream from that.” Harry gave him a hard and piercing look. Draco might almost have flinched had he not been used to getting looks like that all the time.

“I think you are lying to me,” Potter stated matter-of-factly. Malfoy shifted in his position, trying to keep his cool expression.

“What makes you so sure?” Harry leaned forwards sneakily and stared at him, straight in the eyes.

“You were yelling ‘Stop it, father! Stop it! Please, no!’”

Draco froze. He stared into Harry’s torturous green eyes and attempted to call his bluff. But was he bluffing? Draco’s dream lingered heavily on his soul as he relived the moments of it. He weighed his words very carefully, trying to decide whether to deny it all or simply admit to the whole dream.

“I think you have more kinky fantasies in that scarred head of yours than you let on, Potter,” Malfoy replied, pressing a thin finger into Harry’s scar. Potter shook his head and pulled Draco into a kiss, running his fingers through the silver-blond hair. Draco reciprocated and leaned into the Gryffindor, hoping that their embrace might help him forget about the dream he had had.

“Hey wait,” Harry cried out, suddenly breaking the kiss. “It’s Christmas!” Draco had forgotten as well. He was mildly startled as he watched Potter leap out of bed. He observed him carefully, however, as the boy put on a pair of pants and hopped, one leg in his jeans, to the edge of his bed. Draco opened the hangings and watched him happily seat himself before a small pile of gifts. Draco raised an eyebrow.

“Who are all these from, your fangirls?” Draco jeered, picking up a pink and white polka-dotted package. Harry snatched it back from him.

“No, these are from the Weasleys, Hermione and Hagrid,” he replied, tearing open a package of joke items clearly from Fred and George Weasley. The items were marvelous and original in their nature, Draco almost felt jealous.

“Well, your friends clearly don’t mind sparing a penny for you,” Draco mumbled, picking at his nails. Harry looked up a him, unsure of how to reply.

“What do you mean by that?” a small frown had shaped on his mouth, tainting his dark features. Draco smiled at him.

“Nothing, just means they give you lots of gifts,” he answered, with no hidden meaning to his words. Harry furrowed his brows.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t have a pile three times this big waiting for you down in the Slytherin dormitory,” he said, pulling the paper off a Quidditch poster Hermione had given him. Draco laughed dryly.

“You wouldn’t, perhaps, but I would be,” he admitted. Harry looked at him perplexed.

“I would have thought that your parents would spoil you rotten,” Potter explained. Draco leaned forwards over the foot of the bed.

“You’d think that, but you don’t know,” he responded, the familiar silkiness back in his tone. “My father provides me with what I need to succeed and generally anything else is up to me to attain. He thinks that presents ruin one’s independence and will to accomplish goals. If I want something, I have to find a way of getting it myself.” Harry stared, his package of sweet from the Weasleys still only half open on his lap.

“Really?” he asked incredulously. “What about when your father bought all of the Slytherin Quidditch team Nimbus 2001s?” Draco nodded.

“It was so I could be a first string Seeker….had nothing to do with my wanting the broomstick. It was for athletic advancement,” Draco explained honestly. He got up and retrieved his pants from the floor. Harry watched him in silence.

“I didn’t realize that,” he muttered sheepishly. Draco turned to him, shirtless and smiling.

“That’s the point.” He walked over to sit next to Harry. “No one is supposed to be any the-wiser about what really goes on in the Malfoy household. Never.”

“But you’ve just told me, haven’t you?” Harry asked, confusion etched on his features. Draco looked into his eyes, unmoving.

“Fancy that.”

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Harry stared at Draco for a long moment. His mind was racing. He pushed his gifts aside and pressed himself to the Slytherin, pulling him into a deep kiss. Draco allowed himself to be pushed to the floor as Harry leaned over him, placing one leg on each side of the blonde’s body.

Draco grabbed Harry’s head and pulled him closer, closing the space between them and feeling an intimacy that had never been present before with one another. Harry felt him close and allowed the warmth of Draco’s body to wash over him and drown him in the feeling of want.

“I wanted to get you a gift,” Draco whispered to him, breaking their kiss for a few moments. He pecked Harry’s lips once more.

“I thought Malfoys didn’t believe in gifts,” Harry joked, nipping at Draco’s ear. Draco played with his hair.

“No, I said my father doesn’t believe in gifts; that doesn’t mean I have anything against them.” Harry laughed and kissed him again, lying flat on top of the boy and running his hand down Draco’s arms.

Malfoy smiled into the kiss and lifted his arms, bringing Harry’s with them. He turned over and rolled his lover onto his back. Harry let Draco push on top of him, suckling gently at his bottom lip.

“So tell me, what would you have gotten me?” Harry mused as Draco sucked on his neck.

“Some hand cuffs,” he answered without hesitation. Harry looked at him seriously for a moment.

“Really?” Draco smirked and stared down at the Gryffindor. Harry cocked an eyebrow.

“No, but that would be useful wouldn’t it?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I would have gotten you a necklace.” The blonde continued his task of tantalizing Harry. Meanwhile, the Gryffindor stared at him, perplexed.

“What? A necklace?” Draco stopped and looked down at Harry, his face unbothered by his lover’s apparent confusion.

“Yes, a necklace. You put it around your neck….it’s a type of accessory.” Harry frowned.

“I know what a necklace is, you prat,” he spat. “What I meant was, why would you get me a necklace?” Draco nuzzled Harry’s neck.

“Not a girly one, you idiot,” he explained. “A black band with a little pendant. I wouldn’t give you anything to take away from your incredible manliness, after all,” he sneered, coyly kissing Harry’s jaw line.

“What would this pendant be?” Harry asked, still rather disbelieving of the whole idea. Draco did not hesitate for a moment.

“A tiny snitch.” Harry smiled at the absurdity of the comment and kissed Draco again. He would never have imagined that. He ran his fingers down Draco’s arms again as they embraced, but this time Harry’s fingers paused on a strange texture on one of his lover’s forearms. It almost felt like paint.

“What’s that?” he asked, his finger picking at a piece.

“What’s what?” Draco asked, ignoring his fingers and pressing against him more deeply. Harry reciprocated but would not let his fingers move from the spot they had found.

“On your arm, it feels like paint,” he explained. Draco pulled away from the kiss for a moment and laughed.

“You’re crazy, it’s nothing.” He tried to kiss Harry again, but the Gryffindor shook his head.

“No, it has to be something,” he defended. “It can’t be healthy, let me see.” Draco immediately pulled away, sitting up and taking his arms from Harry’s grasp.

“It’s nothing,” he repeated. “Just dry skin or something.” Harry sat up with him, his face serious and unwavering.

“Draco, let me see your arm,” he demanded, reaching for the Slytherin’s limb. Draco pulled away.

“Come on, stop babying me,” he refused, pulling away from Harry. “I told you it’s nothing.” Harry, however, pressed further.

“Just show me!” Potter demanded once more, snatching Draco’s arm and pulling it forwards to himself.

“Gawd you are persistent. It’s nothing!” Harry scratched away quickly at the dry area to see what it was. The flakes of what did indeed seem like paint fell away from his arm to reveal something that made Harry’s heart stop.

In dark black was the image of a skull with a curling serpent for a tongue, burned into Draco’s forearm.

“Nothing, just the Dark Mark.”


AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok so this chapter was much fluffier than the others for the most part, but I promise you, it gets darker. Also, I won't be posting any more chapters unless I get some reviews, for the sole reason that I need to feel like I'm writing for an audience and not simply wasting my time. And because reviews make me happy and I love the people who review. There are at least three more chapters of this planned, so yeah, if you want to see them, tell me! Thanks!