Bloody Kisses

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Draco Malfoy



Even as I took sanctuary in the Slytherin house, I realized I wasn't safe from Potter. He was still with me, haunting my every thought. Screaming, I kicked objects across the room, ripped down pictures (to the horror of the people occupying them), tossed someone's discarded Quidditch gear at a wall, anything to get my mind off that blasted Gryffindor boy. After nearly an hour of destruction I stumbled up the stairs to the boys dorm and slammed the door shut behind me, collapsing onto the nearest bed. In no time, I felt myself fall to a fit of uncontrollable sobbing.



"Fucking Harry Potter! You'll be the end of me!" I wailed before burying my head in a pillow.



After a few moments of wallowing in self pity I noticed which bed I was occupying. Reaching under Goyle's mattress I pulled out a large bottle of spiced rum. He had stolen the rum last week from Snape's desk along with two larger bottles of whiskey. Thanks to my friend's love of alcohol I can hopefully rid my mind off that Gryffindor boy. Sitting up and wiping my eyes I twisted off the cap to the rum. I guzzled down half the bottle before Potter's face could invade my mind. My eyes watered as the liquid burnt my throat.



"Take that!" I sputtered to myself, coughing.



Feeling a bit better, I sat back against a pillow and drank the rest of the luke-warm alcohol. As I held the empty bottle in my hands, I closed my eyes and waited for my drunkeness to carry me away. Instead, a vision of Potter corrupted my mind once more. He was watching me, his face filled with worry. It was the same look I saw while running from the library. Except, this time, he was sprawled on his back across my bed, arms and legs tied tight to the posts, a thin sheen of sweat glistened across his trembling, naked body. Awakening with a start from the dream, I cried out and hurled the bottle at a wall. I watched it land hard against the stone, feeling what was left of my own dignity shatter along with the glass.



"Why won't you leave me alone!", I cried out, as if Harry could hear my last desperate pleas for sanctity.



I flung my feet over the side of Goyle's bed and rubbed my hard cock through my pants. There's one way I can, at least for now, resolve this. I threw my robe to the ground and pulled my shirt over my head. Rubbing the tears from my eyes with my shirt, I tossed it aside and shivered. The icy winter air that filled the castle felt quite nice on my bare skin. I began to relax a little, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them along with my boxer shorts to the floor.



Do I want to do this? I asked myself as I sat naked on the bed staring down at my erection. It's just not right... How can I think about Potter while...while...



Reaching for my cock, I sighed in defeat, "I just know I'm going to regret this..."



Harry Potter



Bursting though the entrance of the Gryffindor house, I rushed up the stairs to my dorm. Where is it? Where the hell is it! After tearing apart my bed and a nearby chest, I began to grow frantic. Maybe Ron accidentally took it with him! Searching frantically through my desk, I removed my father's invisibility cloak from the top drawer.



"Ah-ha!" I shouted in triumph, staggering back to my feet amidst the mess that was once my dorm room.



Earlier, I had watched the many people unfortunate enough to get in Draco's way depart from the halls, suitcases in hand, ready to escape the madness that was taking over Hogwarts, or at least the Slytherin side of Hogwarts, mainly Draco. The castle was practically vacant. I hadn't expected so many students to go home for Christmas Break. Though, after Draco's display, some students had changed their minds about staying here for the Holidays. As I headed back towards Gryffindor, one thing had stuck in my mind about the library incident. Why hadn't Malfoy left along with his friends? He was always bragging about his father and his family. I would think Draco would be glad to go home covered in lavish presents. What the hell is wrong with him?



Thinking of Draco gave me an idea. I felt I needed to find out what was going on. Hermione may of told me not to get into trouble over the holidays, but when have I really listened to her in the past? I'm always up for a little adventure. So I decided I'd take my beloved invisibility cloak and break into Slytherin house. Once there, I can spy on Draco to see why he's been acting so strange and, most of all, why he's blaming me for his behavior. Don't think you're doing this for his sake, I reminded myself, you just don't want to be blamed in the end when he goes completely loony. I almost believed that. Draping the cloak over my shoulders, I silently crept out into the halls.



I knew, deep down, I understood the cause of my concern for Malfoy. It was because no one else really seemed to care. Everyone's so afraid of his father, Lucius, that they just want to stay out of Draco's way. Dumbledore is off in Romania on business otherwise he'd be seeing to the boy. The rest of the Hogwarts staff is clueless at what to do with him without Dumbledore around to instruct them. As far as I've heard, they just left him in the Slytherin house alone. All the other Slytherin's went home for the holidays, obviously too freaked out about Mafloy's behavior to stay in the same dorm as him. I knew what it was like being alone, scared, not having anyone to talk to. Not that I planned on talking with Malfoy. I just... wanted to make sure he was alright. And that he wasn't still cursing my name.



I almost bumped into Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, as she patrolled the hall outside of Slytherin house. She stopped and stared in my direction, meowing as loud as her little voice could to alert Filch.



"Shhhh," I hissed, "Stupid cat!"



"What's that, Mrs. Norris?" Filch appeared around a corner in the hallway and hurried to her.



The cat meowed again, gazing in my direction.



Filch scanned the hall, shaking his head, "Ain't nobody here, Missy."



He bent down and picked up Mrs. Norris, "Must be gettin' tired. Think it's time fer a little cat nap, eh?"



Filch hobbled off, stroking the annoyed cat's head. I pulled the cloak tight around me and walked up to the brick wall entrance of Slytherin. Professor Snape had said something about Malfoy locking it. This shouldn't be too hard.



I took out my wand and pointed it to the stone, "Alohamora!"



Nothing happened.



"Bloody hell...," I muttered. Malfoy must of used a pretty heavy spell.



I was about to tuck my wand back into my robe and head back for Gryffindor when I remembered something from Charms class a few days ago. Professor Flitwick, the Charms professor, had mentioned a lesser-known method for locking doorways and entrances. It was worth a try anyway.



Hoping for the best, I pointed my wand at the wall again, "Alohamora Expotalious Mortema!"



And again, nothing happened. Of course, the professors would of tried that, right? I sighed, kicking the stone wall in frustration.



There must be a password at least. What password would Malfoy use?



After a moment I cleared my throat, trying out a few. After spitting out a line of awful sayings, including 'Draco Malfoy is the best wizard ever' I decided this approach wasn't working. Alright... what would crazy Malfoy use as a password?



I snorted a laugh and muttered, "Fuck Harry Potter".



The bricks moved aside and a gaping hole appearing where they had been. After a moment I smiled to myself and moved silently into the Slytherin common room.



Moonlight was streaming in through the windows, transforming the room into a parade of shadows. Empty. Malfoy must be in another room. I noted that the common room was even more of a mess than the hallways had been. Draco, apparently, had taken some time to trash everything in here. What could drive him to destroy his beloved Slytherin house? I can't be that big of a deal? There has to be something else. As I examined the room, a muffled noise came from behind a closed door at the top of a staircase. It sounded distinctly like shattering glass. Was that a window? I hurried through the rubble up the stairs, about to burst into the room when I heard Malfoy yelling. Pausing at the door, I sighed in relief. So he didn't go through a window, thank god. What had that shattering sound been then?



"Why won't you leave me alone!" Draco's voice echoed through the empty rooms.



He sounded as if he was crying. I pressed to the door, listening for another voice. Maybe someone's in there with him? Someone hurting him? Hesitantly, I pushed the door open a crack and peered in. The room was empty except a shadow seated on a nearby bed. I could barely make out Malfoy's messy blonde hair in the moonlight as he sat at the edge of the bed, facing the opposite wall. Curious, I slid quietly into the room, my cloak still covering me. Taking a few steps toward the bed, I looked down just in time before my foot landed with the source of the shattering sound. A liquor bottle. Or what was a liquor bottle, the crinkled label reading 'Admiral Nelson's Spiced Rum' lay at the center of shattered glass beside the wall. Had Draco been drinking? If he's so damned angry when he's sober I can only imagine what Malfoy's like after a few drinks. I stepped around the glass shards and what appeared to be a Slytherin robe, moving closer to the figure. The moon shown brighter now through the windows as it reappeared from under a cloud, lighting up the room and Draco's half naked form. Stopping dead in my tracks, frozen as I watched him stand up and pulled off his pants and boxer shorts. Draco sat back down on the bed in silence, obviously thinking about something.



I felt very, very awkward being in that room right then, though I couldn't turn my eyes away from Malfoy. The pale skin of his back seemed to glow in the blue moonlight. Although I couldn't see his face from this angle, his sadness and frustration radiated a strange feeling through out the room. I was eerily captivated by the scene. Watching my arch-enemy all alone, sitting naked and utterly defenseless in the glow of the moonlight somehow made me want to stay. That and my legs were frozen to the spot. I knew my life depended on Draco Malfoy not knowing I was there. Lord knows what he might do if he found out...



Draco, with his head bowed, whispered to himself, "Do I want to do this?"



There was a long moment of silence as if he was waiting for a response.



No, I thought. No, you want to put your clothes back on and lay down, read a book, take a nap even. I felt whatever Draco was thinking of doing wasn't right. He obviously didn't want to do it. And he seemed so sad. I found myself worrying he might hurt himself. What would I do then? I'd have to step in and stop him.



"It's just not right..." Malfoy brushed what I figured to be a tear from his eye.



I stood stock still wishing I could sit down beside him. There had been so many times in the past where I felt so incredibly alone. I would of done anything for a friendly face and a helping hand. I wanted to tell Draco that I'm here for him and everything would be just fine though I had no idea what wasn't right in the first place. And he might snap my neck if I tried. Either way, the next thing he said stopped me from taking off the cloak and doing something that would shatter the Malfoy-Potter hatred Hogwarts has grown to know and love.



"How can I think about Potter while...while..., " his voice was almost inaudible now.



I strained to hear what it was Malfoy couldn't do while thinking of me. I didn't have to hear him say it though as I watched Draco's hand disappear in his lap. Oh-Oh no. Not that.



He sighed, "I just know I'm going to regret this..."



Mortified, I stood unable to move, unable to breath, unable to think even as Draco began to masturbate. I shouldn't be seeing this. I really really shouldn't be here. But I can't leave, he'll hear me! I watched as the blond lay back on the bed, his hand sliding slow up and down his erect cock.



Oh god. I got a really good look at all of Draco Malfoy.



I looked away for a second, from embarrassment, but found my eyes drawn right back to him. Malfoy was fairly lean but toned from Quidditch and whatever else it was Draco did on his spare time. I tried to keep my eyes from his... privates but the way he was laying on the bed, where I was standing, I had a clear view. I felt as if I had nothing else to look at in the room just then. I'd never actually watched someone else masturbate before. Now here I was, forced to watch Malfoy stroke one off. There was something kind of... scary yet exhilarating about it. I couldn't pin point the feeling right then since my mind and heart were still racing. I found myself noticing how large Draco was. We were about the same size actually. Or was he bigger than me? I squinted in the dark as Malfoy's hand ran along his cock.



Oh god what am I doing! I quickly looked away. After collecting my wits, I found myself glancing back at Draco, although this time I tried to keep my eyes above the waist.



Malfoy's eyes were closed, his lips barely parted, his eyebrows narrowed in a look of worried lust. Horrified, I realized what he had said moments ago...



'How can I think about Potter while'... oh god, he's thinking about me!?



I bit my lip knowing, even though I was invisible, my face was flushed a deep shade of red that might never go away. But if he was... then that kiss... then he must...



Things were beginning to make sense.


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