Hate Me Damn It!!!

Ok, here’s my new chap and all. I got 5 reviews! So here we go. And yea...I’m in a icky mood. I think. @.@ I don’t know why tho...Eh, I’m just going on Chris Crocker’s myspace. Fan here. He bitch’s, I listen. Reminds me of Draco in this story...Hum...*goes back into notes to see who’s personality I based Draco on* Based on...me...*BIG sweat drop* .____.

Key: “ ” = talking
‘’ = thinking
/ / = Parseltongue
* *=flash back talk
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Warmth. That’s all Draco felt. Warmth on his skin. Warmth inside his body, incasing his heart. Warmth in his hair, soft and loving, stroking softly. Warmth on his lips. Tender, soft, caring. Draco slowly opened is eye’s, and realized he had no idea were he was. He was on a soft warm bed that felt like goose feathers almost. He pet the soft cotton bed spread beneath him and then looked at the red fur pillow next to him. He leaned over and took in it’s sent. Harry’s sent. Draco smiled a bit and burrowed him self under the soft red, comfy, warm silk comforter.

Suddenly it hit him. He was in a bed much bigger, more comfy and softer then the one’s at the club’s. And he was sure as hell it was not his bed. And why did it feel like a naked chest was on his back...?

Draco’s eye’s flew open and darted around the room. The wall’s were made of a red-ish oak, the curtain’s bore lions on them and were a brilliant red with gold trim. There were chairs made of red velvet, pictures and painting’s in fancy frames were on wall’s, tables and piece’s of furniture. The large room screamed ‘former Gryffindor’. Draco closed his eye’s, praying to every god, goddess, wizard and pop star that he worshiped that he was not were he thought he was.

He felt a pair of lip’s on his neck and heard a soft chuckle. “Morning sleeping beauty. Mummm...to bad you woke up so soon. I was going to give you a ‘better’ wake up call...Maybe I still can...”

Draco’s eyes widened as a hand pressed it’s self onto his chest and started to trace circles. The evil mouth kissed and sucked his neck, releasing it only after a purple hickey was administered. The hand traveled down and buried it’s finger’s into the hair just above his private area. His cock was getting more and more interested with each little tug that was given to the lower hair. ‘Oh god...just a little more. Please. Just stay a little longer. Just enough...’ Draco panted in his head, but then he remembered the night before. The lap dance, the kissing, the confession’s, the tumble for dominance, the loss. Of his virginity.

To Harry.

Harry was pushed to the ground off the bed, letting out a yelp of surprise when he hit the cold hard ground. He heard some one jump off the three mattress high bed and run into the bath room, the door slammed shut afterwards. He scrambled to his feet, grabbed a pair of boxer’s, and hopped to the bathroom door. He soon found that when you are in a hurry, putting on boxer short’s aint a smart thing (XD). He knocked on the door multiple times, calling out Draco’s name. “Go away!” a voice demanded from the other side.

“What in the bloody hell’s wrong?” Harry asked, his voice dipped in confusion and worry, a little anger mixed in. You get pushed off a bed onto a cold floor after trying to seduce you’re new lover and see how you feel. “What’s wrong? WHAT’S WRONG?! I’ll tell you what is god damn wrong! I woke up next to my rival! A god damn magical cop! Not to mention I’m no longer pure thank’s to you and you’re cock you basterd!” Draco screamed at the door.

He limped, mostly because his ass burnt a bit, over to the bath tube and searched for cloth’s. He found a black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans that fit him well. A little tight in the ass but Draco decided he liked that. He then sat on the bath tubes edge and slide into the empty tube just as the door opened. ‘He’s sooooo predictable’ Draco sneered as he got ready for Harry and any spells. “Draco, I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to talk about last night.” Harry called as he searched the room for the blonde. ‘Yeah we have a ton to talk about.’ Draco thought in bitter sarcasm.

When the foot steps got closer Draco crouched even more. They finally stopped in-front of the tube and Draco pounced. Harry could barley blink before he was pinned to the floor by Draco, his wand pressed into his neck. “What ever happened to last night?” Harry muttered. “Shut up” Draco hissed, pressing the wand deeper into Harry’s neck. “Last night was a mistake! The air...it...it had something in it.” Draco muttered, the explanation sounding lame even to him.

Harry finally flipped himself ver so Draco was smashed between him and the floor. He grabbed his wand as Draco struggled to get free. Harry was thrown off and Draco, deciding it was time to go, made a mad scramble for the door. He nearly got to the door when his ankle was grabbed and he was pulled back. Harry pinned the struggling blonde onto the ground and sat on him. “GAH,” Draco yelped as he was sat on. “Get...off...me!!” Harry couldn’t help but smile when he heard Draco pant out. “No.” he replied smugly. “Now, listen to me of bitchy boy,” Draco glared over his shoulder but it was ignored. “There was nothing in the air but lust. Now what the hell happened? Last night you were screaming my name but now you’re trying to kill me! Again!”

Draco looked away from him, pouting angrily. Harry sighed. “I’m not getting off until you answer me.” Draco’s eye widened. No way did he want to answer the other man, but he didn’t like being a chair either. He tried to roll, but Harry just moved to the opposite, counteracting his movement. “Fine! I’ll answer you’re fucken question! I don’t know why I did it, ok? I just felt...” Draco allowed his words to drift. Harry frowned.

“Continue Draco, or I’ll hex you into next week.” Draco tensed. He wished two thing’s. That he either had a gun or that he had his wand. Or both...
Draco pressed his lip’s together and buried his head in his hand’s. ‘Let him hex me. I don’t care.’ Draco thought bitterly. Instead of the stinging pain of a hex or curse, he felt a hand on his ass and also felt it slowly rub both cheeks. He groaned but refused to talk. “I’m not going to stop until you answer me.” The Golden Boy purred, continuing his tormenting actions. He slid his fingers between the crack and teased the clothed opening.

Flashes of the night before went flying through Draco’s mind. How safe he had felt. How loved. How...

*Weak. Love is weak you pitiful boy.*

Draco screamed in anger and horror as he flipped Harry off him and got up. Harry was then kicked into a wall with enough force to move a boulder. Hands grabbed his hair and he was slammed into the floor face first. As he laid there, not hurt to much, just stunned he heard the door fly open and foot steps running away. Harry got up and rubbed his nose. He muttered a spell and cloths, a red t-shirt with a black cobra on the back and light blue jeans (yet agin NO underwear), appeared on him. He raced out of the room and searched his bed room. Draco’s wand was missing from it’s place on a table along with his broom.

The brunette haired male raced down the hall and stopped dead in his tracks at the stair case. Draco was hopping down the stairs two at a time. “Stupify!” Harry yelled as a red light flew out from his wand. The light just missed Draco, who wheeled around and pointed his own wand at Harry. “Incendio!” Harry jumped out of the way as a stream of fire flew out of Draco’s wand. Harry rolled, stopping on his knees. He was about to use another spell, but the blonde was gone. “Fuck!!” Harry screamed in anger, slamming his fist’s into the floor.

He looked at the door, steaming in anger. Draco was his. And he didn’t let his thing’s go so easily.

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Three hours, fifty-five minutes and two seconds. Three hours, fifty-five minutes and three seconds. Three hours, fifty-five minutes and four seconds. Three hours, fifty-five minutes and five seconds...

Draco signed, finally looking away from the watch he had stolen. It had been three hours, fifty-five minutes and about six seconds since he had left Harry, and he felt miserable. “Why do I feel lower the Peeves?” Draco asked him self. He was currently sitting on a rock over looking the ocean. He hugged his knees closer to his chest, shivering in the salty wind.

He sighed sadly. He knew why he felt low. Because he had just ran from the one man who had loved him. His mother had cared for him, loved him. But his father didn’t. Never did. Never would. He thought back to a time when he was only eight years old...
When he had learned the truth about love.

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Draco walked down a dark hall only lit by a few candles, moving slowly in an almost trance. He stopped before a tall black door and pushed it open with his small, eight year old body. Inside was a large library, it’s wall’s covered with books. Sitting on a chair near a fire place dressed in a elegant green dress and pearls was his mother. Her hair was draped around her shoulders, and it bounced a tiny bit as she turned to face him, smiling.

Draco ran up to her and crawled upon her lap. They embraced and he felt safe. He felt warm as she kissed his forehead. He felt loved as she whispered four simple words. “I love you Draco.” Suddenly he was ripped from his mothers arm’s and thrown to the floor, only to face his sneering cold eyed father. “Love is weak. Weak, you pitiful boy.” His mother rose from her chair but was only slapped by his father. Lucius climbed onto his wife and Draco could only watch in horror as his mother was raped in front of his eyes.

When his father was done and had left Draco finally looked at his mother. He hair was a mess, her dress torn, he pearl necklace broken, the beads littering the floor. She was sitting in the chair and had a life less look in her eyes. Draco walked up to her and slowly, gently, took her hand into his.

Instead of pulling him into her lap, she screamed and retched her hand free. She slapped him and ran from the room screaming, leaving Draco alone. His father’s word’s replayed in his mind. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak. Love is weak...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Draco screamed and sat up, jolting awake from his nightmare. He was sweating despite the cold sea wind blowing onto him. He twisted his head around, sweeping his eye’s over the area, and found that it was now night and he was alone. He curled up into a ball and laid on his side. That day he remembered well. Ever since that day his mother was unhappy, never smiling and never telling him she loved him again. That day he became truly unloved.

‘That’s why I run from Harry. I want to love him, but I can’t be weak...’ Draco thought sadly in his mind, closing his eye’s, praying that something would come and show him the way. Or kill him. Either would do.

When he opened his eye’s, unsurprisingly, he was still alone and still left with the burning question of ‘What now?’ He couldn’t go home, he couldn’t go back to the club, he had no friends who could successfully hide him from the bloody magnificent Harry and the damn Ministry was after him. He stared at the edge of the rock. An idea gathered. He could not kill himself by cuts, but maybe by a fall. The rock he currently sat on was perched on a forty foot cliff, with deadly high current water’s, sharp rocks, and probably a few area’s were you could get sucked under the mighty cliff.

Draco stood, pulled out his wand and placed it next to his broom. He then wrote a small, simple, yet saddening note to Harry, who would undoubtedly find his broom and wand. The note simply read:

Dear Harry,

I’m sorry for every thing I have ever done to you. Currently and in the past. I really did love what you did to my body, but I can’t go on like this. I want to love you, if that word is to strong I’m sorry, but my past hold’s me back. When I was little my father raped my mother in front of my eye’s and after that she denied me any love. So I can not return love with out remembering that day, and remembering how my father called love weak. It’s a nightmare for me. Maybe in the after life we could start over, but for now I can’t live on any more. Forgive me.

~Draco.

Draco placed the note under his wand so the harsh wind would not take it away, and walked over to the edge of the cliff. He stopped at the edge and looked down. Nothing but blackness stared back at him. He shivered and hugged him self. He closed his eye’s and took that final step. Then he was falling. Wind rushing into his face, sea salt stinging his face. Memory’s flashing in his head. A voice. A male’s voice yelling. Screaming his name. Some one yelling out “Wingardium Leviosa!”

He stopped. He jerked. He started to lift. He was suddenly back on land. He opened his eye’s, and winced. Before him was a very, very, VERY angry looking Harry. Angry tears leaked from his eye’s which were full of red rage, his fist’s clenched and his teeth slightly beared. ‘He look’s sexy when he’s pissed...’ Draco thought, then half slammed his head onto the rock under him. ‘Bad time for pervish thought’s!’

/What. The. Hell. Were. You. Thinking?!/ Harry hissed angry. Draco was about to answer when he was grabbed by the pissed off man and pinned to the ground, his head hitting the rock non to gently. He shook away the dizziness and looked up ,in a bit of fear, at the man above him. “WHY?!” Harry demand. He put his hand’s on Draco’s shoulder’s and shook him a bit.

“I gave you every thing! I saved you! I could have brought you in by now! I could have watched you die! I gave you a new life and this is how you repay me?! Almost killing you’re self! I want to know why!?” Harry demanded, finishing with a sob. Draco watched as the wizarding world’s hero broke down into sobs, his eye’s closing and his fist’s clenching at Draco’s shirt.

Draco looked away from him and whispered emotionlessly, “The note.” Harry looked at him. “What note? Tell me!” Harry demanded and Draco winced from his harsh tone. Draco reached over and pulled out the note, showing it to Harry, who climbed off Draco and took it. As Harry read it Draco scrambled away from him and started to shake. He had not felt so afraid since that night he became unloved.

As the taller man read the note his eye’s widened from shock and his feature’s softened. When he was done he looked up and the other man, who was not looking at him and hugging him self, and his shoulder’s drooped. His arm’s fell limp and he released the note, which flew into the wind. “Draco...I...I didnt...” Harry was at a lost for words. He reached out to the other man to take him into his arm’s. Draco looked at him, his eye’s filled with sadness and a bit of rage. “No, you didn’t. That’s another reason I didn’t want you to take me as you’re slave. Because that would mean living with another person that I might be unloved by. Some one who would just hurt me, use me! Damn you Harry! You...you loved me that night! YOU CAN’T LOVE THE UNLOVABLE!!!” Draco screamed angrily at Harry, who looked even more shocked.

“Oh Dray...what the hell did he do to you?” Harry asked, all anger long past gone. He crawled on his knee’s to the sobbing dragon and incased him in his arm’s. “You’re not unlovable. You’re father just messed you up and hurt you badly. For that I wish I could make him pay, but you’re not unlovable. Never unlovable. You’re my strong, beautiful golden haired Dragon and I’ll never let you go. You were mine when we first met face to face. Do you know that every time we fought, argued and insulted each other I wanted nothing more then to pin you to the closest wall and kiss the hell out of you until you could no longer breath?”

To incisive his point, Harry kissed the shivering blonde. Draco closed his eye’s and slowly started to silent his sobbing. He just pressed his lip’s to Harry’s before his father’s word’s kicked in and he pulled away. Harry stroked his golden locks and hugged him closer with the arm still wrapped around his waist. “Second year was when I truly fell in love with you. But go Draco when I first saw you I half died.” Harry nuzzled Draco’s hair softly. “When the Ministry were going to put you to death I could not let that happen. If you died I would die my self. Please Draco...” Harry let his word’s trail off as he kissed Draco’s hair. “Please forget the past and let me love you.”

By now Draco was no longer shaking, nor was he sobbing, but tears were falling from his eye’s. ‘Can I? God It’s been so hard. It still is. But maybe...’ Draco looked at Harry with sadness in his eye’s. Harry wiped the tears away with his arm that was not wrapping it self around Draco, smiling sadly. Draco lip quivered and he buried his face into Harry’s chest. “God Harry I’m sooo sorry. Please please forgive me! I’ve been such a dick. It’s...it’s just I got scared and and and...” Harry put two fingers over Draco’s mouth, silencing him. “Draco, it’s ok. Really. I guess I should have waited for you to get used to this. We rushed into this, and I should have asked you first. Draco, just because you’re my ‘slave’ by law does not mean I want to treat you like one.” He pulled his fingers away and they shared a heated kiss.

After what felt like eternity they broke the kiss and both gave small smiles, although a bit of sadness hung in Draco. But he could fix that later. He heard Harry chuckle and looked at him, confused. “You know, I wont treat you like a slave...but I have to admit. You would look hot in nothing but a collar.”

Draco blushed, glared, half heartedly smacked Harry in the head, crossing his arm’s and looking away from Harry. Harry rubbed his head and smiled. ‘Yep. His normal.’ Harry thought before hugging the pretending-to-be-pissed blonde. “Perv.” Draco muttered under his breath, and Harry chuckled. “Look who’s talking. I’m not the one who gave the other a lap dance.” Harry pointed out rather smugly.

That did it.

Draco slowly looked back at him, a real glare on his face, and Harry knew he was in deeeeeep shit. “What. Was. That?!” Draco demanded. Harry gulped and smiled nervously. “Are you calling ME a perv?! After that?!” Draco pushed a pointer finger into Harry’s chest and with each word poked Harry non-to-gently. “We just had a very emotional talk and then you have the nerve to call me a perv? And make that comment?” Harry grabbed Draco’s finger and pushed it away, not hurting him. “God Draco. You really are a bitch. You even sound like a woman.” Harry teased, glad that thing’s were normal, not noticing Draco’s face turn red.

“THAT’S IT!!!”

Before Harry knew it Draco had pinned him to the ground and had his face above Harry’s, growling. Harry blinked a few times in a little shock, not knowing the Dragon had it in him. When Draco’s mind finally downloaded just what the hell he was doing he blushed. He moved to get off Harry, but Harry grabbed him and kissed him. Draco was a little surprised, but non the less returned the kiss. Draco opened his mouth and there tongue’s met in a searing battle.

When they ran out of air they pulled back and gasped for the precious oxygen. Harry looked at Draco who was still panting in air, and noticed that he looked almost happy. His mind suddenly conjured a plan to show Draco how much he really loved him. Harry took Draco’s face into his hand’s and there eye’s met, emerald to smokey gray. “Draco, do you want to take me?”

Draco’s eye’s widened and his jaw dropped a little. He searched the other’s face for some evidence that this was a joke, but found none. “H-Harry...” Draco started, but Harry held up his hand. “Draco, Im serious. I want to show you that I really love you. If you don’t want to, I get it. But the offer will be open when ever you want it.” Draco was stunned and stuttering a bit. ‘Harry want’s me to screw-er make love to him? Can I? Or will I become even more unloved...?’ Draco asked him self.

Draco bit his lower lip and Harry half came there. He looked soooo hot when he was deep in thought, and him biting his lip’s was one of the signal hottest thing’s he had ever seen. Draco glanced at the other man and saw his face was a reddish color. Draco raised an eye brow and let his lips go. Harry groaned lustfully. Draco smirked in his head at the realization that he had power over Harry, aka the Boy who lived, The Golden Boy and the most powerful wizard in the world. Draco sighed, giving in, for the moment, and nuzzled Harry’s neck. “Later. Please later Harry. Right now all I want to do it sleep. With you and wake up with you and then try to fix my fucked up life. But I’m going to keep you on that offer...” Draco cooed softly.

Harry smiled. He had his Draco back. He didn’t know what the future would hold, but now that he had his lover back he didn’t care. All he knew was that Draco was back and now Harry could help him, and hope that Draco would stay.

Hope.

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OK! That’s the new chap! And next one will probably be a time skip. But until even buzz bye’s cuz for now, I’m super tired, my parent’s are coming over so we can go to dinner (o.o) and my dorm room is a mess!!! So buzz byes! And yes...there will be sex in the next chap. Sry if my plot line kinda sucks, but when I thought of this I pretty much thinking of the sex & love time’s soooo yea. I’m thinking I would be better at PWP or one shot’s. XD AND YOU PPL BETTER LIKE THIS CUZ IT TOOK ME ABOUT 50 TIME'S TO UP LOAD IT!!! T___T