Bloody Kisses

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Draco Malfoy



I headed down to breakfast feeling more like myself again. Finally, I thought, maybe everything is out of my system. Maybe I'll have control over myself now. Maybe...



My thoughts were cut short as I spotted a fairly disheveled Potter seated at the Gryffindor table.



"Bloody hell, he's still sexy," I muttered, taking a seat and finding my gaze locked on him once again.



Even though his hair was sticking straight up on one side and he looked like he'd slept in his robes, I found myself wanting Potter more than ever. Great, just great. I'm still hot for the bastard. Feeling my new-found hopes crushed, I glared at Potter and noticed his food sat untouched before him. A small scroll lay on the table. Harry was hunched over it with an ink quill in hand. Strange, Potter's usually a big eater at breakfast. I wonder what he's writing? I stood up and sauntered over to the Gryffindor table. I only tripped once while crossing the room which didn't help my attempt to appear normal.



"What you got there, Potter?" I managed a smile, taking a seat across from him.



Potter gasped, dropping his quill and nearly falling from his seat in surprise.



He snatched up the scroll and tucked it away in his robe, "Nothing. I-I have to go."



Potter jumped to his feet and fled from the Great Hall, a small pack of Hufflepuff girls watching us and whispering to each other.



Completely dumbfounded, I picked up the quill Potter had left behind and stood staring at the doors. What was that about?



I turned to the whispering girls, embarrassed and angry.



"Got a bloody staring problem, do you?", I growled, their eyes widening in fear.



There was a hush through the almost empty Hall as I stomped from the room in search of Potter. After checking every room I could possibly think of, I headed back to Slytherin in defeat. Great, now even Potter is acting strangely towards me. Maybe that library incident yesterday finally creeped him out. I stumbled through debris in the common room which remained a mess from the previous evening. I sighed and laid down on a black leather couch. Since there was nothing else to do, I closed my eyes and slowly began to drift off to sleep. During a most curious dream of Potter spying on me, I awoke to a familiar tapping sound. Sitting up and stretching on the plush couch, I staggered to my feet and headed towards a window.



"All right, All right! Quit your tapping already, you damn bird!" I opened up the window and a great white owl flew in the room. It dropped a letter into my hands.



I stared suspiciously at the owl, "And who are you from? I don't recall seeing you before."



Receiving only a hoot in response, I slumped back onto the couch and flipped the letter over in my hands. No return address? I peeled open the letter curiously, pulling out a piece of paper and reading it:



Dear Draco,



I know why you’ve been behaving so strangely. It's because of me. I'm sorry for everything I've done, intentionally or not. You were right, I never gave you a chance. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, anything at all, please tell me. There's a lot I would rather say in person. Meet me in the Gryffindor common room at 11:30 tonight. The password is Frog Boogy. You can send your reply back with my owl, Hedwig.



Harry Potter



I read the letter twice, bewildered. Potter knows why I've been acting so strange? What does he mean by that? How much does he know? In the letter, he said it was his fault? How could he possibly know that? Anyhow, that doesn't matter right now. What matters is I'm meeting him in the Gryffindor common room tonight! Feeling overly giddy, I lept to my feet and pulled Harry's discarded quill from my pocket. Hedwig, the owl, sat perched on the windowsill, waiting patiently for my reply. Before I scribbled an answer across the back of the letter, I flipped it over again and scanned through it again. I had missed the P.S. at the bottom.




P.S. I left an invisibility cloak on your desk. That way you won't get caught by Filch in the halls.



An invisibility cloak? I didn't even know he had one! Wait a second, the cloak is on my desk? How in the hell....



Dashing up the stairs, I stopped in the doorway to my dorm and spotted a folded piece of luxurious fabric on my desk. Oh wow. I picked it up and played with it in the mirror. Then I froze.



Potter was in here last night!? How exactly did he get in here? How come I hadn't seen the cloak this morning?



Feeling the throbbing pain in my head, I remembered the rum. I also remembered through a haze everything that went on last night. If Potter had an invisibility cloak and he was lurking about in my room last night....



What if... what if he saw me...



Even if Harry didn't walked in on me jerking off he still saw me naked as I slept. Maybe that's why Harry changed his mind about me? I know I tend to be vain, but what if this time I was right? I took the cloak and walked stiffly back down the stairs, Hedwig following me patiently. I rest silently back on the couch and stared at the folded fabric on my lap. Or what if this is a trick and Potter actually hates me? No, he apologized in the letter and it seemed sincere. Potter isn't really one for tricks. Pushing the cloak aside, I looked closely at Harry's message and picked out words and phrases that might be clues to what he was thinking.



I'm sorry for everything.



You were right.



Never gave you a chance.



Anything I can do to make it up to you, anything at all.



I noticed that the last 'anything at all' was underlined.



"Is he... is he wanting to... No, that can't be it," I flipped the letter back over, taking out the quill again, "Or can it?"



The way it was worded, the subtle hints, even meeting him at night. It was all right there in the letter.



Potter's... offering himself to me?



My heart fluttering, I wrote my reply on the paper and gave it to Hedwig. The owl promptly flew from the window, disappearing around to the other side of the castle. This is too good to be true.



Harry Potter



When I had rushed from the Great Hall earlier today, I retreated back to Griffindor and the safety of my empty dorm. I searched around for a quill at my desk after realizing I must of dropped my own. I took the scroll from my robe and laid it down before me. I can't believe I just ran from Draco. I must of looked like an ass. Why did I have to blow my chance to talk with him in person instead of writing this silly letter. I dabbed my quill in a bottle of ink and held it over the letter. Nervous tremors were making my hand shake. I seriously need to relax.



After last night I wasn't surprised at how jittery I'd become. Things were happening so fast. I found myself watching Draco almost the entire night. After listening to him scream my name while he... while he came, I didn't leave. It was all too mind numbingly, confusingly, and disturbingly amazing. Never before had anyone wanted me like this, not like Malfoy obviously did. It was driving him almost to the brink of his sanity. I watched Draco drift off to sleep. Asleep and without his usual scowl of anger directed at me, I realized he was actually fairly attractive. I mean, in a respectful sort of way. Was I falling for him? Nah, I didn't even like boys...



While watching the Slytherin rest I had wanted to reach out and touch his soft skin. The urge to caress Draco had startled me though I didn't fight it. He whimpered in his sleep as I very gently pet my hand over his cheek. I was afraid I would wake him. But it seemed he had quite a lot of that Rum to drink. Draco had been through so much lately with his emotions. He desperately needed someone to talk to, someone to hold him. No, someone just to talk to. I wished he could know I was there watching over him as he slept. Before leaving, I placed the cloak on Draco's desk. That way he could visit me. I hadn't realized he would know I had visited until later. I felt strange giving him that knowledge but there was no turning back now.



Writing my message as neat as possible on the letter, I handed it to Hedwig and sent her on her way. What will Draco's reply be? I wonder if he'll realize the thing about the cloak and me being there. Malfoy's smart, I'm sure he'll get it. There's no turning back.



I paused to look in the mirror at myself, frowning. Between the messed up hair and my rumpled clothes, I wasn't sure which was worse. I should really go and take a shower. I even smelled bad. That's the last time I stay up all night lurking about in an invisibility cloak ever again. Hah. Right.



Only a few minutes after I sent my owl to Draco, Hedwig returned with the letter along with... a quill? Taking both items from her claws, I flipped my letter over and read the neat handwriting across the back:



Potter,



Thanks for your concern. I apologize for frightening you earlier. I truly didn't mean to. I hope your not angry with me. You left your quill behind at breakfast, I thought you may want it back. I also found the cloak where you placed it last night. Anything at all? Are you sure about that? I'll be there tonight.



Draco Malfoy




I couldn't help but linger on the line 'Anything at all?'. It confused me at first.



Maybe he's ready to confide in someone? Draco's trusting me?



The realization of this was exhilarating. Malfoy and I may be sworn enemies, but I had to admit I never felt so strongly about anyone as I do him, good or bad. I read his message over again. I'd never seen this side of Draco before. He seems almost friendly? I don't even want to think what Ron and Hermione would say or how the rest of the school might react to us as friends. For once I was listening to my heart and no one else was here to interfere. This was between myself and Malfoy. He needs someone to be there for him. I think it's about time I gave him a chance.



Placing the letter into a pocket, I gathered some clothing from my dresser. Right before I left to go shower, I spotted my Quidditch equipment resting beside my bed. I had promised the team I would practice during winter break. This year we had such a good chance at winning the House Cup. My team was one of the best Hogwarts has yet to see. Since I have a few hours to kill and I need something to calm me down, why not go and practice for awhile? Changing my mind, I picked up my bag, leaving Gryffindor house and heading off towards the Quidditch arena.


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