Picking Up the Pieces

I ran from Davis' office, doing the best I could to hold back the shit-eating grin that threatened to consume my entire face. I was on cloud nine. I had gotten what I wanted and I was on top of the world again. Harry Potter was untouchable.

I slowed as I reached the common room, my eyes scanning the area for a place to collect my thoughts. As I looked around, my gaze settled on the window seat and the blonde that occupied it.

Draco sat sprawled out, oblivious to everything around him. He stared intently at the street below, his face bathed in the soft glow of the street lamps outside. His champagne hair shone silver in the gentle light, his pale skin a perfect porcelain. He looked so serene...so...angelic? I laughed a little at the thought.

I continued to study Draco. He really was quite attractive. With his eyes of molten silver, his smooth skin, his defined jaw and his pouty lips, he possessed a sort of androgynous beauty, one that I could certainly appreciate.

To my surprise, my cock began to stir ever so slightly.

Ha, Draco Malfoy? Who would have thought?

Well, I guess I shouldn't have been all that surprised by the sudden tenting in my pants. I had always known that Malfoy was good-looking, beautiful really, even in school. But my hatred for the prat had always trumped any other thoughts I had had about him. And as a result, he was never anything more to me than an obnoxious, Death Eater wannabe that always managed to get in the way.

But seeing him in front of me in his raw form, exquisite, statuesque, as well as heartbreakingly vulnerable, I felt like I was really, truly seeing him for the first time. There was no haughtiness, no arrogance, no mask, just a stripped-down version of Draco, a broken young man that had been to Hell and back and somehow managed to get out alive. I felt bad for him. He had been through so much, and really, my heart did ache for the former Slytherin. But unfortunately, I never really paid that much attention to my heart. I ruled with another, more prominent part of myself—my dick. And it seemed that my dick wanted to fuck him.

My next mission was to conquer Draco Malfoy.

I took a seat in the chair closest to window, lazily propping my feet up on the table in front of me. Draco looked up at the disturbance.

“Potter,” he acknowledged with a nod. “Are you here because you have reconsidered my offer?”

“I have,” I said with a smirk.

“Really? Well then we need to get a game plan together. We need to figure out how we’re going to do this.”

I held a finger to my lips.

“This isn’t something we should discuss openly,” I whispered as I glanced around the room. “Follow me.” I stood up, Draco following suit, and walked briskly out of the common room and down the long corridor. I peered in every door we passed, searching eagerly for the doctor and the orderly that were on duty. After looking in every room on that floor, I finally spotted Davis in the last one before the stairwell--Emerson's room. That was one authority figure accounted for.

I ran up the stairs quickly, taking two steps at a time.

“Where are we going?” Draco asked, out of breath.

“First we are looking for Orderly Smithson, and then we are going to my room.”

The blonde narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Why are we looking for him and why do we have to go to your room?"

"Trust me; I just need to know where he is. And we are going to my room so no one will overhear us," I stated matter-of-factly.

"I see...Promise me you're not trying to pull a fast one. You're not going to like, try and beat me or anything the second the door shuts, are you?"

A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. The honest answer was yes, but I was sure he wasn't referring to the kind of beating I had in mind.

"I swear. Now come on." I tip-toed quietly. Faint voices from somewhere down the hallway, the game room maybe, getting louder and louder with each step that we took.

After a few more steps, when we reached the game room, I paused outside of the door and peered in. Smithson sat at a table towards the back of the room, his back to us, talking to Adam, a boy we referred to as the "lifer." They looked deep in conversation and it seemed as though they were going to be occupied for a while. Perfect.

I grabbed Draco and pulled him hastily towards my room. When we got inside I shut the door behind us, pushed Draco aside, and immediately began concentrating, focusing my mind. I closed my eyes, my hands facing upward and pictured bubbles of lustrous magic forming in each palm. I pushed and strained and worked them inside of my head, bigger and bigger, until they were both the size of grapefruits. Then carefully, my eyes still closed, I worked my hands over the door until a glittery web of magic stretched over it, covering it completely.

Fatigued from pushing myself so hard, I stood there a moment, frozen in place, trying to catch my breath. After a few minutes, I finally willed my heavy eyes to open so I could examine my work.

Just looking at the door, I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, so I slowly extended my hand towards it, index finger first, in hopes of getting some sort of confirmation that my efforts had paid off. And just as my finger was about an inch away from the door, it was abruptly stopped by an invisible force. I pushed again, harder, and a faint, shimmery glow shone back at me like a force field of tiny, sparkling diamonds. The second I pulled my hand away, it disappeared.

It had worked.

I turned my attention back to Draco and sat down next to him on the bed.

"So...we were going to talk strategy, right?" I asked. I did my best not to seem too eager. After all, I didn’t want to scare him off.

But Draco didn't respond. He sat there, unmoving, his jaw on the floor like he had just seen a ghost. I waved a hand in front of his face.

"Hello??"

"Potter, what the hell did you just do?" he asked incredulously. He stood up and began to pace the length of the small room.

"What? I put a silencing charm on the door. We don't want anyone to hear our plans, right?"

"Oh, a silencing charm, that’s all?” he said in a mocking tone. “Are you serious?"

"Yeah...why, what's the big deal?" Shit...was he catching on to my plan?

"Potter, we don't need a fucking game plan. You can do wandless magic--that's all we need to get out of here! Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?”

“Oh, uh, I guess I didn’t think it was important.”

“Ha, not important? Seriously? Tell me Potter, why the hell haven’t you broken out already? I would have been long gone if I didn't need a wand.”

“Well, it’s not that easy,” I sighed. “There are a few things to consider.”

Draco stopped pacing and walked back over to the bed, taking a seat on its edge. He looked at me expectantly, a genuine look of curiosity on his face.

“Like what,” he asked.

“Well, first off, there are wandless magic detectors in the building. So if anyone uses it or attempts to use it, an alarm sounds in the doctors’ offices and in the therapy rooms.”

“So that’s why you were checking to see where everyone was,” he stated knowingly.

“Right. And doing that kind of magic can sometimes take longer, so I have to make sure the staff is good and occupied, and that they will be for a while. Otherwise I run the risk of getting caught.”

“Is that it?--because that seems pretty easy to get around to me.”

“Well, even though I can do wandless magic, I don’t want to bust out of here without my wand. And my wand, along with everyone else’s, is locked up in Davis’ office.”

"And? We should be able to get them with no problem. I'm failing to see the issue here."

"I guess there is no issue now. I couldn't do it before because I was working alone. With two of us though, blowing this joint should be cake." Draco's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. He scooted over on the bed, closer to me, his head only inches away from mine.

"Potter, if I didn't despise you so much, I could hug you right now." Draco's warm breath danced across my face sending tingles down my spine and making the hair on the back of my neck, and my dick, stand at attention.

"Is that so?" I said, a smirk spreading across my face, but I didn't move. I sat there and allowed the tension between our almost touching bodies to heighten, to thicken to the point that it could be cut with a knife. And surprisingly, Draco didn't move either. He too just sat there, his steely grey eyes boring into mine. The silence between us grew increasingly awkward, neither of us making an attempt to break it.

What better place then here, what better time than now? I thought to myself.

I leaned in slowly, my eyes still locked with Draco's. He wasn't flinching, he wasn't backing away, so in one swift motion, I swooped in, crashing my lips into his. I kissed him deeply, his warm, plump lips molding into mine. And for a split second, I swore he kissed me back.

Draco reached up, tangling his fingers into my ebony locks. I readied myself, anxiously awaiting him to intensify our kisses, but instead he pulled my hair, wrenching my head away from his. He stood up quickly and looked down at me.

The look on his face was hard to read--it wasn't of pure hatred, like I expected. It was more of shock, confusion maybe.

"Jesus, Potter. I know you have been in here a while but that doesn't mean you have to jump the first decent looking thing to cross your path. Now let me out of here."

I closed my eyes and quickly disassembled the shield covering the exit. When I opened them again, Draco had already opened the door and was leaving.

"Get ahold of yourself, man," he called over his shoulder as he disappeared out of sight.

I lifted my fingers to my mouth, brushing them lightly against the place where Draco's lips had just been. It felt cold, empty.

Even though things hadn't played out like I had hoped, I wasn't going to let one failed attempt break my stride. I would have Draco Malfoy, one way or another.