Bleed Me An Ocean

Harry stood in the hallway just outside of Potions, only vaguely aware of the other students’ chatter as they all crowded outside the classroom’s door waiting for the unusually late Professor Snape. His thoughts were more focused on Draco and wondering whether or not he would show up. Malfoy had been absent from all other classes they shared that day and it made Harry more than a little worried.

He chewed his bottom lip and contemplated, What if Draco really did open his eyes and see me there? He truly didn’t know but he had spent the larger portion of his day trying to convince himself against that thought. But what if? What if he did?, he thought anxiously. Surely the answer was no; it must have been his own exhaustion from the entire ordeal playing tricks with his eyes.

Looking down the length of the hall again, absentmindedly worrying the abused flesh of his lip even more in his anxiety. He sighed in relief. There was Draco, walking down the corridor dreamily, his face vague and his eyes slightly unfocused. The corners of Harry's mouth tilted down into a frown, freeing his lip from its prison. It seemed that Draco had already been drinking. Was he trying to get caught or did he truly not care? Although it saddened him to think it, Harry was sure the latter was his answer.

Draco let his eyes go slightly unfocused, his gaze wandering around the hallway aimlessly, looking at everything and seeing nothing. Well, nothing that is, until they raked across Harry who had a slight frown on his face. Gods those lips. The bottom looks redder than normal…he must have been chewing on it again. He is so tempting when he does that. . . His thoughts froze in his mind…Harry was frowning…Harry was frowning at him. His eyes focused more solidly on his walking fantasy and he forced a sneer to his lips. Harry couldn’t return the look for long and was soon looking towards the floor. The pale, blonde boy looked as though he had been shaken violently from his waking dream; the pain in that face had cut him to the bone

"Alright you super geniuses, into the classroom," Snape's voice cut in, dripping with sarcasm as he rudely pushed his way through the thronging students.

Once the door was unlocked, students started to file slowly into the classroom, many wearing expressions of unease while some looked downright terrified. Harry made his way into class with Ron and Hermione and as he took his seat, he could feel the nearly tangible weight of Draco’s stare on his back as the young Slytherin made his way to his seat at the front of the room. When he had finally passed Harry’s table and the pressure of that platinum gaze lifted, Harry sighed in relief. At least now he had some respite from the warring feelings of lust and denial that were only stirred around Draco.

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Once in front of his class, Snape made a curt apology for his tardiness and launched into that day’s lecture, letting the mention of Draco’s near all day absence from his classes slide. Naturally, the Potions professor was well aware of Draco’s absences that day, but he really didn’t care for the moment. As long as he made it to Potions, he was satisfied. Snape was sure that Draco had his reasons for missing classes, until he let his gaze settle heavily on the boy and took notice of his unkempt and uncharacteristically disheveled appearance. He began to wonder how credible and legitimate those reasons could be. And was that dust all over the hem of his robes?

Still deciding against questioning the young man, Snape contented himself with merely observing him until he could come to further conclusions. Perhaps there was a good excuse and he was just over reacting. Yet, after taking into account Draco's appearance, he wasn't entirely convinced anymore, just unwilling to think there could be something bad going on with his favorite pupil.

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Harry scribbled notes furiously, not really even paying attention to what he was writing. He was just trying to avoid looking at Malfoy. His initial denial had passed once more, as it had on and off all day, now it was simply lust again. A simmering, animal lust that was hard to ignore. He replayed the events of the last night over and over in his mind, finally resolving to try and keep a very close eye on Draco.

The taste of his semen was a phantom on Harry's tongue. He was aware that the flavor was long gone, but he swore he could still taste it there. He wanted to taste it again for real. Still writing, but no longer looking at his parchment, he watched Draco's thin face, still vacuous and totally uninterested in anything the professor was saying. Harry's imagination flickered through a thousand enticing and arousing fantasies of what he could do to Draco.

Yet, through it all, a certain sadness for the boy lingered, causing Harry to pause in his dirty thoughts and once more see the sad, moon-washed face at the window. The firm, sensuous lips turning down in a grimace as whiskey burned all traces of hurt away for the time being; the shudder as the liquor hit his stomach and flooded his system with reprieve. What, he wondered, does he look like when he has a blade against his skin? Does he look as relieved when the metal bites into his soft skin and his blood runs rose red across that alabaster flesh?

Irked with his tragic, semi-poetic thoughts, Harry still could not lose himself in the smutfest he had been enjoying. It was like a split screen in his head, on one side he was sliding deep into Draco's tight ass, while on the other side he held Draco as he wept, trying his damndest to understand the whys of what had created the mess that had once been an arrogant prat. Rolling his eyes heavenward Harry looked back down; wrote his notes and let his traitorous brain play on uninterrupted.

By the time Snape announced that class was dismissed Harry's thoughts had come full circle to play the image of Draco yelling his name over and over again. A not-too-gentle nudge in the ribs by Ron brought him back to the present moment and he gathered his things, dawdling a bit as he watched Draco rise and make his way from the class. He seemed a bit more focused than he had upon first arriving . . . and was none too happy about it from the looks of the scowl that creased his forehead. Pinching the bridge of his nose and massaging it gently, he ambled out of the class, Harry once again in hot pursuit.

"Longbottom come get your damned toad off my desk!," Snape shrieked in a borderline rage, startling both Harry and Draco.

Draco stopped cold in his tracks, like a deer caught in headlights and Harry plowed right into him, knocking them both over the threshold into the corridor. Already in a vile mood from his 'waking hangover' Draco turned quickly, mouth open and wand raised, ready to give whatever moron it was that had nearly trampled him a piece of his mind when he froze, eyes wide with surprise. He stood face to face with Harry, barely and inch separating them.

Not being able to help himself, Harry grinned broadly at him like the cat who ate the canary, his eyes sparkling with mischief and sex, "Malfoy," Harry said coolly, tipping an imaginary hat at the gaping Draco as he walked around the flustered young man and made his way out of the dungeons.

I really should not have done that, Harry mentally kicked himself on his way to Gryffindor Tower. But the look on Malfoy's face had been too much to take. It had brought back all of his memories and fantasies in a rushed tumble that snuffed out all of his common sense. He simply hadn't been able to control himself. Bloody Gryffindors. Always so impulsive. We really don't know how to think, he sniped in his head as he reached the painting. "Unspeakable," he whispered to the Fat Lady.

Smiling cheerfully she opened the painting and Harry ducked inside, heading for the boy's dorm. He had some serious . . . thinking to do.


A/N: Another rather short one, I know. But I think it's longer than 7 and just stick with me. I am working on a longer one. One that hopefully will be MUCH longer. I appreciate all your patience and support. Means a lot to me. Please, give me more. And again, a special thanks to Rain for coddling me on the trials of this chapter. My exhausted brain wasn't playing nice tonight with it. lol