The sexual escapades of Draco Malfoy
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Beloved Friends...
The sexual escapades of Draco Malfoy
Author: Silver7772
Translator: James Black
Beta Reader: Mindy (Thank you!!!)
Chapter8
Beloved Friends...
The morning after this second Slytherin-Party was the absolute horror for Harry. The partly pitiful, partly curious glances he got from everyone and the constant whispering behind his back nearly had him on the verge of despair.
"I won't go to breakfast." He said stubbornly, as Hermione approached and asked him to come. She looked at him worriedly.
"Harry." She said carefully. "Look, if you walk grumpy through Hogwarts all the time and don't go anywhere anymore and retreat into your shell, then they will more then ever think, that the situation with Malfoy hit you hard."
She threw a worried glance at Harry to make sure she hadn’t gone too far.
"And you don't want that, do you?"
"Who even said Malfoy hit me hard?" Harry snarled irascibly at her.
Hermione didn't know what she should respond. "Well... eh... You had..."
"You did too!" Harry nearly screamed. Why couldn't they all let him alone?
"And generally... Who hasn't?" He banged his fists on the table and on his face appeared something like despair, before he sank on his chair again, burying his face in his hands.
"Everybody has! Everybody, damn it! Even you! But with me, they all put up a horrendous fuss!"
Hermione looked at his friend and seemed to think convulsively, she didn't want to say the wrong think now.
"Yes, you're right, I had sex with Malfoy too, but... But it didn't mean anything to me..."
"Neither to me!" She was interrupted by Harry, who glanced at her in disbelief...
"Well... a little bit it seemed so... your reaction... and like you looked at him as Millicent read the story about the both of you... and like you stared in jealousy at Blaise the whole evening..."
"I'm not jealous of Blaise!" Harry yelled agitated. "I don't give a fuck about Malfoy's perverse escapades! He could do what he want with whom he want! And I won't justify myself for something, the whole school is doing anyway!" With these words he hurried out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
Indeed, he had to concede a point to Hermione: If he didn’t go to breakfast, he would give the impression that Malfoy meant something to him, after what happened last evening. But he didn't care about that at the moment anyway.
At the moment he needed distance! Just for a while... maybe till dinner.
He would lap around the lake... or perhaps rather the Quidditch pitch, after what happened the night before yesterday night, the lake didn't seem to be a good place...
He would walk a little bit and after that he would go into his dormitory or into the Room of Requirement, anywhere, where he could think uninterrupted.
After that he surely would feel better, be in an good mood and would ignore Malfoy, so all would think he really didn't give a fuck about him...
-
"Hey Draco, Potter seemed to be mauled by the whole story; at least he wasn't at breakfast, today!" Millicent grinned, as she entered the Slytherin common room with Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle.
"So what? I wasn't there either." Draco said, laying on the couch with his head on Blaise's lap. Blaise absently ran his fingers through Draco's blond hair.
Somehow he drank a bit too much Firewhiskey on this damn party. Well, it was just so boring, until the thing with Potter happened, so what should he do if not drinking himself stupid...
Anyway, this morning when he woke up he had had a terrible hangover, but he couldn't just asked Snape for an anti-hangover potion, because he's the best friend of his father and surely would tell Lucius immediately about Draco's alcohol excess. And because he didn't want to be seen in this state, he didn't show his face in the great hall. Eventually his friends went without him to breakfast and Blaise had promised to bring along something to eat.
"That's a very different beast. I don't believe Potter feels nauseous, he didn't drink a lot yesterday" Millicent said untouched.
"Maybe he did, but haven't the heart to ask Snape for a potion, fearing to get poisoned." Pansy grinned and all laughed.
"Or he really have a crush on Draco and now cries his eyes out." Millicent assumed in feeding frenzy. She won't just give up.
Blaise glared at Millicent, but Draco just grinned. "C'mon, Millicent, Potter isn't that stupid to pride himself on that night, and not at all if he read my diary."
"Well, who could take this ill" Blaise said and a thoughtfully expression appeared on his face.
"His reaction after all was weird."
"He didn't say anything. He didn't even react." Draco objected.
"No..Yes, but he... well..."
"He looked like he was going to cry!" Millicent interrupted and Blaise nodded thoughtfully.
Draco really didn't want to hear it anymore.
"Now stop that idiocy! Blaise, since when do you suffer from persecution complex? And you, Millicent, Pansy, you're just fuckin' hooked of gossip! So, stop annoying me with Potter and let him calm down and get over me." He said shirty.
All starred at him appalled. Millicent took a step to him and laid a hand on his forehand, pretending to take his temperature.
"You stick up for Potter?" Pansy asked puzzled.
"I don't give a fuck about Potter" Draco said with cold voice, after pushing Millicent away and laying his head down on Blaise's lap again.
"I just don't want to see Potter going more and more wrecked, and in the end, I'll have nobody venting my anger and trying forbidden curses on."
They all grinned.
"And now I need some fresh are and something against my headache. So, if you please excuse me." Draco said in a bored tone, kissed Blaise good bye and without paying attention to the others, left the room.
"Eh, Blaise.", Pansy began as Draco left. "You and Dray... are you together?"
Blaise looked at her surprised, as he noticed he didn't know the answer either. He never really thought about this. "I dunno...", he answered truthfully. "In some way... yes. But we are no SO together like you think... We're best friends... who somehow are together... but..."
They all grinned at Blaise, who got angry. But he didn't know why: Because that damn grinning of the others or because he couldn't define his relationship to Draco?
"Do you need to pigeonhole everything, Pansy?" Blaise asked therefore in a bored-arrogant way. This strategy of deflection seemed to work, because Pansy blushed and left the room giggling but with an offended expression on her face. Millicent shrugged, sighed and left the room after her friend.
Blaise laid down on the place Draco had used before, crossed his arms behind his head and starred at the ceiling while he, without wanting it, thought about his relationship with Draco...
Author: Silver7772
Translator: James Black
Beta Reader: Mindy (Thank you!!!)
Chapter8
Beloved Friends...
The morning after this second Slytherin-Party was the absolute horror for Harry. The partly pitiful, partly curious glances he got from everyone and the constant whispering behind his back nearly had him on the verge of despair.
"I won't go to breakfast." He said stubbornly, as Hermione approached and asked him to come. She looked at him worriedly.
"Harry." She said carefully. "Look, if you walk grumpy through Hogwarts all the time and don't go anywhere anymore and retreat into your shell, then they will more then ever think, that the situation with Malfoy hit you hard."
She threw a worried glance at Harry to make sure she hadn’t gone too far.
"And you don't want that, do you?"
"Who even said Malfoy hit me hard?" Harry snarled irascibly at her.
Hermione didn't know what she should respond. "Well... eh... You had..."
"You did too!" Harry nearly screamed. Why couldn't they all let him alone?
"And generally... Who hasn't?" He banged his fists on the table and on his face appeared something like despair, before he sank on his chair again, burying his face in his hands.
"Everybody has! Everybody, damn it! Even you! But with me, they all put up a horrendous fuss!"
Hermione looked at his friend and seemed to think convulsively, she didn't want to say the wrong think now.
"Yes, you're right, I had sex with Malfoy too, but... But it didn't mean anything to me..."
"Neither to me!" She was interrupted by Harry, who glanced at her in disbelief...
"Well... a little bit it seemed so... your reaction... and like you looked at him as Millicent read the story about the both of you... and like you stared in jealousy at Blaise the whole evening..."
"I'm not jealous of Blaise!" Harry yelled agitated. "I don't give a fuck about Malfoy's perverse escapades! He could do what he want with whom he want! And I won't justify myself for something, the whole school is doing anyway!" With these words he hurried out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
Indeed, he had to concede a point to Hermione: If he didn’t go to breakfast, he would give the impression that Malfoy meant something to him, after what happened last evening. But he didn't care about that at the moment anyway.
At the moment he needed distance! Just for a while... maybe till dinner.
He would lap around the lake... or perhaps rather the Quidditch pitch, after what happened the night before yesterday night, the lake didn't seem to be a good place...
He would walk a little bit and after that he would go into his dormitory or into the Room of Requirement, anywhere, where he could think uninterrupted.
After that he surely would feel better, be in an good mood and would ignore Malfoy, so all would think he really didn't give a fuck about him...
-
"Hey Draco, Potter seemed to be mauled by the whole story; at least he wasn't at breakfast, today!" Millicent grinned, as she entered the Slytherin common room with Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle.
"So what? I wasn't there either." Draco said, laying on the couch with his head on Blaise's lap. Blaise absently ran his fingers through Draco's blond hair.
Somehow he drank a bit too much Firewhiskey on this damn party. Well, it was just so boring, until the thing with Potter happened, so what should he do if not drinking himself stupid...
Anyway, this morning when he woke up he had had a terrible hangover, but he couldn't just asked Snape for an anti-hangover potion, because he's the best friend of his father and surely would tell Lucius immediately about Draco's alcohol excess. And because he didn't want to be seen in this state, he didn't show his face in the great hall. Eventually his friends went without him to breakfast and Blaise had promised to bring along something to eat.
"That's a very different beast. I don't believe Potter feels nauseous, he didn't drink a lot yesterday" Millicent said untouched.
"Maybe he did, but haven't the heart to ask Snape for a potion, fearing to get poisoned." Pansy grinned and all laughed.
"Or he really have a crush on Draco and now cries his eyes out." Millicent assumed in feeding frenzy. She won't just give up.
Blaise glared at Millicent, but Draco just grinned. "C'mon, Millicent, Potter isn't that stupid to pride himself on that night, and not at all if he read my diary."
"Well, who could take this ill" Blaise said and a thoughtfully expression appeared on his face.
"His reaction after all was weird."
"He didn't say anything. He didn't even react." Draco objected.
"No..Yes, but he... well..."
"He looked like he was going to cry!" Millicent interrupted and Blaise nodded thoughtfully.
Draco really didn't want to hear it anymore.
"Now stop that idiocy! Blaise, since when do you suffer from persecution complex? And you, Millicent, Pansy, you're just fuckin' hooked of gossip! So, stop annoying me with Potter and let him calm down and get over me." He said shirty.
All starred at him appalled. Millicent took a step to him and laid a hand on his forehand, pretending to take his temperature.
"You stick up for Potter?" Pansy asked puzzled.
"I don't give a fuck about Potter" Draco said with cold voice, after pushing Millicent away and laying his head down on Blaise's lap again.
"I just don't want to see Potter going more and more wrecked, and in the end, I'll have nobody venting my anger and trying forbidden curses on."
They all grinned.
"And now I need some fresh are and something against my headache. So, if you please excuse me." Draco said in a bored tone, kissed Blaise good bye and without paying attention to the others, left the room.
"Eh, Blaise.", Pansy began as Draco left. "You and Dray... are you together?"
Blaise looked at her surprised, as he noticed he didn't know the answer either. He never really thought about this. "I dunno...", he answered truthfully. "In some way... yes. But we are no SO together like you think... We're best friends... who somehow are together... but..."
They all grinned at Blaise, who got angry. But he didn't know why: Because that damn grinning of the others or because he couldn't define his relationship to Draco?
"Do you need to pigeonhole everything, Pansy?" Blaise asked therefore in a bored-arrogant way. This strategy of deflection seemed to work, because Pansy blushed and left the room giggling but with an offended expression on her face. Millicent shrugged, sighed and left the room after her friend.
Blaise laid down on the place Draco had used before, crossed his arms behind his head and starred at the ceiling while he, without wanting it, thought about his relationship with Draco...