I Saw Malfoy Suck Cock

WARNING: Heavy graphic material containing GAY sex acts. If this offends you, why are you even reading this?

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*~I Saw Malfoy Suck Cock~*

Chapter eight


Malfoy was sat on top of one of the stacked up desks next to the wall when I came in.

“Hey,” I nodded to him, closing the door behind me.

Malfoy gave a curt nod and watched me wearily.

“So?”

I stopped. ‘So’?

Malfoy’s icy like sculpture crumbled, “Did you tell them!?”

It was almost maniacal how he had asked that, or well, shouted it.

“No, actually.”

Malfoy watched me get closer, his arms around his keens tightening.

“Why not?”

“Thought you didn’t like the idea of me going to tell my friends and that.”

“Yeah well, I don’t like waiting for you to get to it either. Drives me mental.”

Now that I got closer, I could see the dark circles under his eyes.

“Didn’t sleep much, did you.” I observed like the proud git I was.

Malfoy grimaced and just hid his face in his hands.

“So, so, so snappy today, Malfoy. How come?”

I smirked; I think I knew the answer.

There was a mewling a bit more of a growl, if possible, coming out from Malfoy’s throat.

Taking the last step towards him, I curled my hand around his calf.

Malfoy was entirely aware of it at once, practically jerking back as I let my hand travel up and behind his
curled up knee.

He bit his lip as my hand went down his thigh, eyes stuck on mine.

Then, the heavy breathing began.

Low, dragged out from Malfoy’s very soul as his body trembled underneath my hand.

Without need of me saying it, Malfoy opened his legs for me, offering whatever I wanted in such a wanton
display.

“Potter...” he pleaded.

I let my fingers climb up his hardened cock.

It was amazing how I could feel the heat of it through his clothes.

I squeezed my hand and it was instantaneous.

Malfoy’s legs were around my waist just as his arms clutched around my shoulders in need for a desperate release.

He shivered so helplessly in my arms, like the need of a drug only I could give him.

It gave me a feeling of such power, of ownership, that I welcomed Malfoy’s clinginess with my arms pushing him tightly against me.

I could see the withdrawal, now.

Malfoy pulled at my clothes, not caring as I stumbled back due to his added weight or that I struggled to find a balance with his quick jerks.

I knelt both of us to the floor then, as quickly as I could.

Malfoy was too busy to complain about a rough landing.

“Are you going to beg for me today?” I breathed, just as Malfoy brilliant silver eyes lifted to mine and he dragged my t-shirt off my skin.

I ripped it off his hands, threw it behind me, and dove for Malfoy’s wrists placing them at either side of his head on the ground as I loomed on top of him.

His sweet breath fanned my mouth constantly; it sent tickles of something on it and caused the hairs on my arms to rise.

I dipped my head low, not resisting it anymore.

I placed my lips on his skin, on his neck to be more precise, and left bites and sucks and...kisses.

The moans coming out Malfoy were more than rewarding, but I was greedy, I wanted more from him.

Again, his legs tried to circle around my lower half, his hips snapping up seeking contact and all the while, I
could feel the tiny bones in his wrists tensing as he tried to struggle his hands free.

“Potter, don’t tease, don’t tease, don’t tease Potter...”

I growled, leaving his writs to rip his own shirt apart, exposing the milky expanse showing off a few ribs as
Malfoy breathed in such an erratic manner.

I realized then, that Malfoy had been a good boy and not moved his hands from where I placed them.

I passed my hand down his chest, marvelling still at how smooth it was, down his stomach...

“I’m on fire...”

Malfoy rested his head to a side against one of his curled up hands next to his head looking as if he was struggling for air. His pouty lips were of a deep pink, his cheeks completely flushed and his eyes lit as if
with fever.

Oh bloody Mary, the boy was...Malfoy was....

“I’m on fire...Potter.” he wheezed.

The skin underneath his eyes flushed prettily as he twisted his sinuous body invitingly underneath mine.

“What...” I actually stammered, shaky hands tugging at his pants, “What do you need?”

Malfoy’s golden head went back as he moaned once I got his pants down.

“Co..!” He gasped, my hand ripping off his boxers next. “Cock!”

There it was out, twitching and already so gorgeously flushed it could have rivalled Malfoy’s cheeks.

I scissored my fingers around the crown of his cock, wiggling it around non-to-gently as a drop of pre-cum
bubbled out.

Malfoy’s body surged, it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

Lost in his pleasure, Malfoy’s entire body arched, glistening in its pure naked and very much aroused form.

The moans coming out of his mouth were like pleas, like agony...

My cock pulsed against my zipper and I rubbed it with my other hand—hell I was so turned on.

“Look at you, Malfoy...Liking that I’m playing with your cock just like the dirty little boy that you are.”

The pre-cum atop his dick bubbled over then, sliding down towards my fingers.

I wrapped my full hand around it, pumping it all over enjoying the squishy sounds it made.

“P-Potter!”

“If I squeeze you enough you are going to give me some more juice aren’t you, Malfoy?” I taunted him.

Malfoy twisted helplessly, mouth parted in a struggle to breathe and moan at the same time.

I halted my pumping; his cock tight in my fist and watched him try to calm down even if his body shivered beyond
his control.

“So where’s your answer?”

The blond hair was covering his eyes, stuck oddly to his forehead because of the sweat yet he still looked so
fucking exquisite—like I could eat him.

All of him.

“Yeah...Yes.” he swallowed and the begun panting again. “I’ll cum...S-soon.”

I opened my pants, I don’t know how I managed with my left hand while in such a state, and eagerly stroked my
own dick.

I laughed at him.

“My other question.”

Malfoy licked his lips, hands going in his hair pushing it up from his face.

I could see that his eyes were closed tightly, his face on the border of despair as I held him on the brick of
an orgasm.

“What-which...”

When his eyes opened they fell on my cock.

Under the heated gaze, I felt my cock stir, calling the blond closer.

Once again, the hunger I saw in those silver eyes took my breath away.

“What you need..?” I breathed, repeating my question yet totally mesmerized by this Malfoy so out of control.

He licked his mouth again, Dear God, his eyes lifting to me.

“Cock.” He said, with much more control and intent.

I almost didn’t see it, but Malfoy manage to leap towards me reversing our positions.

Malfoy’s body on top of mine was like a ball of energy, scorching.

He hid his face in my neck and before I knew it, he was bitting me.

Hard.

The pain/pleasure went right between my legs like a bolt of lightning; I couldn’t explain it how it felt so
good.

My hips snapped up, immediately, and Malfoy’s weren’t slower in meeting them.

“Fuck!”

I went to grab Malfoy’s hair, ripped him off my neck and flanged myself on top of him again.

He screamed in frustration, his nails digging in my skin yet his hands seeking to get me closer.

I gasped; there was blood at the corner of Malfoy’s lip.

“What, you freaking vampire slut now?”

Malfoy’s pupils were completely dilated and the provocative smile that curled on his lips gave almost an eerie
effect.

“I’m whatever you want,” he whispered sexily, “anything, everything...”

“Malfoy...” his words echoed in my head, fuck he was so entrancing like...fuck, like I was been hypnotized.

His hands were touching my shoulders and climbing up my neck as he pushed himself closer to me.

I ran my hand around his hip and down to his ass to lift him more to me.

We both whimpered as I begun rutting against his cock.

“No. Tell me exactly what you need.” My voice was a growl, not recognizable to my own ears.

Malfoy held me closer, his hand gripping my hair sinking nails down my scalp as he rocked against me.

I needed more; I couldn’t stand it any longer.

I grabbed Malfoy against me as I sat back up on my knees and quested for his hole with my fingers with haste.

The pre-cum that had slid down his cock, surpassed his balls and with a little help of my fingers, circled
around his winking hole.

The slut was so ready, it was way too easy as he accepted my finger, and then another.

“I need you!” Malfoy practically yelled to the ceiling atop of his lungs as I found his prostate.

I hit it again, harshly.

“I need your cock—fuck me, fuck me!”

There were tears in Malfoy’s fired eyes as he came to look down in mine as I fingered him steadily.

He gripped my hair, his whole body jerking to the rhythm of my fingers.

His hot breathed fanned my face, we were so close, we were so close.

“Put it—in—me...Aah—Now!”

It was quick; I took my fingers out and helped my aching cock inside of his ass.

Malfoy sank on it with the biggest appreciative sigh I had ever heard.

His ass was all too happy to embrace me in...Fuck he was so tight...

“You feel so good...” he murmured, his arms around my neck as he shivered.

I gulped, those same words mute in my mouth as I circled my hands around his back.

“Ride me, come on...”

Malfoy placed his feet flat on the ground at either side of my hips causing for my dick to sink even more in him
if possible.

Malfoy moaned right in my ear and my own fire in me combusted to a new level.

I begun swinging my hips towards him, the pace harsh and deep---fuck I couldn’t wait for him any longer.

Malfoy was quick to catch up though.

His hips begun descending on mine, bumping to such a different rhythm that it sent me falling on my back.

Malfoy remained on top, holding himself back with his hands around my knees that almost served as a back-rest to
the position we were in.

I couldn’t look away from his eyes, total abandon was in them, and it was surreal.

“I’m going to make you feel so good...” Malfoy said, beginning to move on my cock again.

“Yeah?” I breathed, “Well hurry up, huh?”

Fuck. I tried to sound unaffected or less than I really was—heck, I tried to sound even a little bit bored but...

But the batted gasp, the high pitched squeak that left my throat soon after threw my two knuts worth bravado to
the dumpsters.

Malfoy—I don’t even think he realized my gaffe—was impaling himself on my cock with ferocity.

His body was arched like bow and it was almost excruciating that I couldn’t see the light burning in his eyes as
we both consumed in a pleasure I’m not quite sure we’ve ever reached before.

This was different...I don’t know...I couldn’t...

Malfoy’s undulating hips were so pronounced it reminded me of snake dancing before taking their victim.

“Touch me.”

Malfoy took my hands pressing them on his naval as he still danced on top of me.

“Touch my body.”

Malfoy’s head went back again, my hand moving on his skin almost on their own accord.

“Yes...There...Touch me...”

I took hold of his cock, it was glorious.

“You are going to cum in me.”

My eyes might have just rolled back in pleasure as Malfoy spoke and then so smoothly came to rest his chest on mine.

“Fill me up with...Your seed?”

The question could have been almost shy expect that it radiated of Malfoy’s hunger.

Oh.God.

I moved my hands to his ass cheeks and squeezed them without mercy.

They were round and so soft in my hands; I really did like holding them as Malfoy impaled himself on my dick.

“You’ve been a good boy?” I asked throatily, right to his ear.

Then, my hands made the tempo quicker.

“...Yes!”


“Think you deserve my hot cum?”

“Oh fuck, Potter..!”

“Do you?!?”

“YES! I do! Potter, I do—I want it, oh fuck--!”

“Say it.”

“..P-Potter...”

I growled, hips snapping up so suddenly Malfoy curled his hands in my hair as he yelped in pain.

“Say it!” I roared again.

Fuck, so close, so close...

I felt something wet where Malfoy was hiding his face against my neck and I knew it was his tears of frustration
falling.

“P—please, Pot—”

I slapped his ass.

“Harry!” he gasped, “Oh shit I can’t I can’t—!”

It was the moment in which Malfoy’s body went in rigid bliss.

His ass practically spammed around my cock, forcing an orgasm out of me beyond my control.

My mouth fell apart in my own pleasure as I watched almost trough someone else’s eyes, Malfoy sit back up with
his arms crossed in front of his face.

Malfoy’s shout of ecstasy was guttural, widening to the centre of his mouth, climbing up to starving crescendo.

Lights danced in front of my vision, around Malfoy, as I my cock spluttered his insides with my seed.

Merlin, it felt so bloody excellent.

With the last of my remaining energies I grabbed at his elbows, forcing them apart.

I wanted to see his face, goddammit! I wanted...

Malfoy was crying, eyes looking misty almost sedated under the thrumming pleasure we were experiencing.

Yet, the corners of his parted mouth were lifted, and the light now in his eyes, was certainly one of
satiation.

Sound and colour suddenly rushed back in me, and I became aware of my own laboured breathing.

Malfoy was staring back at me, his chest rising and lowering steadily as well as he still sat with my cock deep
within him.

“Harry.”

Malfoy curled down, against me.

It made me wince as the movement affected my softening cock.

It was only when Malfoy’s warm breathe fanned my face yet again that I noticed he was hovering above me.

“Harry.”

Malfoy took my glasses off, and brushed the hair out of my eyes away from sticking on my heated forehead.

As he did this, he came lower pressing his lips just above my scar as his hand trailed down my face.

“Harry...”

My heart still had to slow down; I could feel it thump against my neck as Malfoy pushed his fingers there.

The blond pressed his lips underneath my eye, and I closed my eyes somehow thinking that Malfoy’s lips were
petal-soft against my heated skin.

I felt the soft bump of his nose on my cheek as he trailed his mouth on my chin.

I felt so light.

My bones, my head, my mind...

I was...Somewhere else.

And my eyes, which I had closed, felt so heavy and I was more than content to leave them like that.

I breathed out, the air escaping me meeting Malfoy’s.

“Harry.”

The gush of air was sent back in my mouth so quickly I could taste a different note in it.

I found myself swallowing it down, wanting to taste it fully.

I groaned, weakly. “Don’t.”

The lips on my chin faltered a moment longer before pressing on my neck as Malfoy nestled his face there.

~~~

I woke up to find Malfoy and I pretty much in the same position.

Malfoy had somehow slid down on my side with his upper waist resting on top me, his head using my chest as a
cushion as he held on to my shoulders.

I yawned, wanting to stretch, but I found it difficult with Malfoy on me.

Not because he was heavy...but I actually didn’t want to wake him.

I just wanted to get up and go, really.

I looked down at him; he was sleeping soundlessly with not a care in the world, his face so relaxed it was
almost boyish.

Taking his hands off my shoulder, I pulled him on the floor.

He didn’t wake up or complain in his sleep, just followed the movements and curled at my side.

A quick check of the room told me we had made a mess with our clothes and it was still daylight.

There was a dull ache on my neck and I remembered Malfoy sinking his teeth there.

Oh shit, it had been so hot.

It suddenly came back to me, the franticness of our fucking.

“Holly...” I traced the bitten area with my fingers and took them back to study them.

No blood.

But there had been blood on the corner of Malfoy’s lips.

A wolfish grin crawled on my face; Malfoy had been so desperate for a fuck he had turned wild.

Fishing out my wand from my pants, I conjured a mirror on the wall to check my neck.

There was, surprisingly, a small mark nothing major compared to how sore my darkened skin felt there.

“Mmhm...”

I turned around expecting Malfoy to be awake.

But the blond had simply shifted on the place I had vacated on the ground, his naked bum wiggling happily as he
steadied himself in the warm spot.

I sniggered.

~~~

Malfoy curled to his other side, facing me, and opened his eyes.

“Potter?”

“Hello.” I grinned.

Malfoy stretched then, his hands up reminding me of a cat in the sun, and sighed contently as he sank back in
the bed.

He seemed to realize then too, that he was on one.

“When did you...”

“While you were sleeping,” I answered, somehow distracted by how I was always comparing Malfoy to a cat.

“I think you mentioned once about a bed, and I think I agree.”

Malfoy was still naked and although I had dressed myself, he didn’t seem effected by that.

Malfoy seemed to be, well, completely comfortable with his naked body.

I trailed my eyes down his legs as he stretched again, expanding himself on the impossibly big mattress.

“Thanks.” He said as a tentative smile formed on his face.

I blinked quickly, thinking if I was any slower I’d lose sight of it forever.

Malfoy popped his head against his hand, his back a curve that was followed by his curled knees towards me.

Again, my eyes trailed on the lovely contours his body made, especially his ass, before I looked back at him.

“It’s fine. It’s just a flick of the wand, really.”

Malfoy bit his lip, his silver eyes dancing on me, “I didn’t mean about the bed although, thanks for that
too...” he trailed off.

I caught him frowning at me before I looked away.

“Are you...Blushing??” he asked in disbelief.

“No.” I replied somewhat self-righteous.

Was I?

Oh for crying out loud...

Malfoy burst out laughing.

“What??” I demanded, completely baffled now.

Even if it was all bordering to embarrassment, really.

I poked him, but he just batted my hand away as he crossed his arms around his stomach and laughed, face squished in the mattress.

“Malfoy!”

A new-found amusement came out in the form of muffled laughter as Malfoy’s shoulder shook with it.

I caught sight of his wiggling ass, and I spanked it.

“Oi!” I was getting frustrated now, I didn’t like been part of a joke I didn’t know about.

Malfoy’s yelp sounded more like a moan between his chuckles and he quickly sat up away from me as he tried to
calm himself down.

His eyes were slightly wide as he looked at me, his hand covering his mouth.

“Sorry, Potter.” He sniggered in his hand.

“Malfoy...” I warned.

Malfoy’s eyes went a little bit wider, his hand still on his mouth.

Sniggers mute.

“You noticed?”

I smirked, “Come here,”

He shook his head quickly.

“I said, come here!” I leaped for his feet and used them to drag him towards me.

The blond let out a sound of surprise as I manoeuvred him across my lap on his stomach.

I kept him there firmly with my hands.

“Ohoo, I noticed.”

Spank!

Malfoy thrashed on my lap but my hand was unyielding on his upper back.

But even if, again it happened—but this time, not partially hidden by laughter.

He moaned.

I slapped my hand down his cheeks again, Malfoy surged and I felt his hardening cock brush my tight as he moaned once more.

Oh my God, it was turning Malfoy on?

I brushed my hand over his red skin; I could feel the heat of the sting he was probably experiencing.

“How very interesting,” I rasped, my own blood heating up as I touched him.

Malfoy turned to look up at me, his cheeks as red as the ones of his ass.

“Is it?”

“Mmhm.”

Malfoy wiggled his ass against my hand, welcoming my touch and urging me to do more.

When I turned my gaze back at him I realized that he had been looking at me the whole time.

“Why are you all dressed?” He must have noticed my questioning look.

I trailed my fingers down his tailbone.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

There. Again.

It was that glint, that light in Malfoy’s silver eyes as he raised himself up so to be on my same eye level.

That light which made my arms feel stone-like as I became stunned in my recognition of it.

“Yeah, maybe I do.”

It was the ‘power’, he had been talking about.

I watched him as he accommodated himself on my lap, memories of last night flooding my mind as he locked his
legs around my back.

Malfoy’s hand touched the back of my neck as he pushed himself flat against me.

I felt him press his lips on my neck were my little bruise was and I suddenly sough for his.

Malfoy shivered when I touched him, leaving my skin wet from his tongue as he whimpered right next to it.

I trailed my finger around his mark; it was a far bigger bite that the one he had dared given me.

“Potter...”

“Harry.” I corrected.

Malfoy sighed, positioning his arms loosely around me and resting his head upon my shoulder.

With my free hand, I touched Malfoy’s spine.

Malfoy sighed in my ear again, “Harry...”

I traced the dent of his spine before sliding my hand flat on it.

Malfoy really had the smoothest of skins.

Lips pressed on my neck again and it shook me off my quiet state.

“Malfoy,” I begun, but Malfoy’s arms tightened as if he sensed a change in the air and pressed more kisses on my
skin.

“Malfoy.”

“Yes?”

I rested my other hand on his back, caressing his skin till the swell of his heated cheeks.

“You’re welcome.”

~~~

“I’ve been worse than that, you know?”

I crossed my arms under my head and looked at him questioningly.

“Needing the sex.” He clarified.

Malfoy was curled into a tight ‘C’ next to me on the bed as he played with my Gryffindor tie between his
fingers.

“What did you do, jerk off like crazy?”

“It isn’t the same thing.” He whispered eyes intent on my tie.

I trailed my eyes on his body, “You like been naked don’t you?”

Malfoy half laughed, “Noticeable?”

“A bit.”

He shrugged, but kept on rubbing at the lion itched on my tie with the pad of thumb.

“It’s...Comfortable.”

I shifted on to my side and rested my head on my hand.

“Comfortable?”

“You know, free.”

I blinked. “Is that how your father trained you to think?”

Malfoy went red in a flash, his eyes finally meeting mine.

“What? No, not at all.”

“You sure? It would really pay off if you felt ‘comfortable’ and ‘free’ when naked around your clients, after
all.”

“Hey, you make it sound like I was been payed!”

I snorted, but I tried to push my jealousy aside.

“Payed? That’s the only thing they didn’t do.”

“Shut up, Potter.”

“You shut up, Malfoy.” I bit back.

Malfoy glared at me.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He searched my eyes with his.

He closed his mouth then, and I looked away not wanting to see the expression of understanding on his dam face.

“You are not one of my ‘clients’, Potter.”

“Whatever.”

“No, you’re—”

“Would you just shut up?”

I heard him breath heavily for a while, and looked back at him.

“I’m ‘helping’ you alright?”

Malfoy gave a firm nod.

“That’s all there is to it.”

Malfoy breathed in some more.

“So,” he started, “so...So, when are you telling your friends?”

The silver eyes, so bright now a bit spent lowered to my tie again.

He didn’t touch it this time.

“Soon. After, probably.”

“What are you...Going to tell them exactly?”

“The truth, of course.”

Malfoy sniggered, “So you are fine with your friends knowing that you’ve been fucking me up and about Hogwarts, no strings attached?”

I faltered, “Yes.”

What was he getting at?

“So when Granger realizes that—and you know that she will—it was us back there in the library...”

Oh.

“...And I did hear that she was quite upset...”

I gritted my teeth, “Out with it.”

Malfoy rolled on his stomach, resting himself on his elbows as his feet dangled crossed together in the air.

Now, the brightness in his eyes was back, full force.

“Oh nothing at all, you know...Just you friends finding out that you are one cruel bastard.”

“And you one cold slut.”

Malfoy sniffed.

“Face it, Potter. You don’t want your Saint Image to shutter.”

I really did, hate, HATE it so MUCH when he was right.

He looked at me, self-satisfied git that he was, and rested his chin on his curled fist.

“I won’t lie to my friends. Not for you, I won’t.”

It came out of me in such a rush I didn’t know if I actually meant it.

Perhaps I had just wanted to hurt him.

If that hurt him at all, he didn’t show it.

“For yourself then?”

I thought about it, and groaned.

“I can usually be, eh, secretive about things but something like this...I think Hermione would spot me lying
miles away.”

Malfoy smirked.

“Oh dear...”

Malfoy’s smirk widened.

“Oh dear, dear me Malfoy, what on earth are you thinking?”

I should have gotten worried, heck even annoyed, but somehow the glow he was setting off was contagious.

I held my lips tightly pressed together and waited for him to speak.

Malfoy looked away and sniggered, brushing his hand at the side of his nose as he recollected himself.

He looked back at me; when the eyebrow rose it hit me.

~~~

“No.”

“But it wouldn’t be a ‘lie’ per se, it’s bending the truth a little bit...Come on, Potter!”

I stormed away but Malfoy was quick to follow me.

It was already our full third circle around the bed.

“No way, I don’t want to ‘pretend’.”

Malfoy caught my wrist and turned me to him.

“It’s nothing really different to what we have been doing, you know? Just a little bit of acting, a little
‘extra’ around in public.”

I think I felt my face drain.

Extra?

Public?

I bolted, Malfoy hot at my feet.

“No definitely not—” I turned around suddenly, making Malfoy halt in his steps before he could bump into me.

I looked down at his naked body and rolled my eyes.

“And put on some clothes for God’s sake! I can be having this argument with you with your cock bouncing all about!”

Malfoy suffocated laughter.

“Sorry if my cock is of...Distraction?”

I took a lung-full, “Malfoy!”

The blond raised his hands in the air and turned around as he laughed.

“Ok, ok...I’ll go put my pants on.”

~~~

The marathon around the bed had finally ended and both Malfoy and I were sitting at the edge of the bed in silence.

And Malfoy was finally wearing his pants and his t-shirt was almost buttoned too, which was a relief.

I sighed, “Helping you is sure looking to be taking more out of me than I ever expected.”

The humorous mood from before was gone from the blond.

Very soberly, he looked at my face trying to understand what I had said.

“You regret it don’t you.”

“Do you think I do?”

“Feels that way.”

~~~

“Ok.”

Malfoy looked up; he looked confused more than stunned.

We had been in silence for an even longer while now.

“Fine.”

Malfoy stood up and looked at me closely.

“You mean...”

I nodded, “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Oh hell, I didn’t really want to think about what I had just signed myself for.

A grin bent Malfoy’s lips and he sat back down next to me.

“Ok, so this we will have a lot to talk about.”

I scoffed.

“We will have to reconstruct our behaviour towards one another,”

Reconstruct? I blinked at him.

“And definitely make up a story about how we,” Malfoy gestured with his hands, “fell in love.”

“In love!?”

I wish I didn’t squeak just then.

Malfoy frowned at me, “Well, yeah, if you want to make your friends and the rest believe we are going out and all.”

“We could just pretend we were going out without all the in love crap.” I argued.

“Potter,” Malfoy breathed, looking at me with such a pained expression it was like he was talking to a little
kid.

“These are your friends, Gryffindors for crying out loud! They are not going to believe that the ‘Son of

Deatheater Number One’ and ‘Saint Hero of the Wizarding World’ are just going ‘out’ just like that. Something bigger should have happened to you know...For us to...Overcome our ‘differences’ and whatnot.”

I felt highly disturbed.

“It looks like you put quite a deal of thought into this.”

Malfoy looked away.

“I didn’t Potter, it just makes a lot of sense...Eh, to me.”

I dag my elbows in my lap and buried my face in my hands.

Hell.Hell.Hell.Hell.Hell.Hell...

“Ok, so you might as well be under the Cruciatus curse right now.”

Malfoy stood up to gather his things.

“Wait, were you going?”

“Off to my little world again, Potter.” He spat sarcastically.

He shrugged a foot in his shoe, stuffing the socks in his pockets.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh as if you are going to help me!” He barked on, fake laughter following as he toed his other shoe from under
the bed.

“Just forget it,” he grumbled, finally retracting the shoe.

“Just forget about everything and it will all be fine. We can go back to our own lives as if nothing ever
happened.”

“Malfoy...”

I could tell that he was pissed, majorly annoyed, and it bothered me so much because he was getting to me.

He grabbed his jumper and hurriedly put it over his head.

He looked much like a kitten struggling blindly in a sack as he found his sleeves with his fists.

Argh, cat reference again.

Malfoy didn’t bother adjusting his uniform.

He looked so scruffy and just so...Angry it was strangely turning me on.

I sighed.

The blond finally fetched his bag, halting to check if something was inside of it and was ready to exit.

“My tie, Malfoy.”

Malfoy turned on the tip of his toes.

I opened my hand to him, smiling angelically.

He glared poisoned daggers at me, fished in his bag without looking and slapped the Gryffindor tie on my hand.

I took that moment to lock our hands together and I pulled him towards me.

His bag slid off his shoulder and to the ground as he was forced to step between my legs as I sat on the bed.

“Potter,”

“You know if you wanted my tie you could have asked.”

“As if I wanted your stupid tie, Potter!”

I crushed his hand in mine a bit more.

“Is that right...”

Malfoy gulped.

I exhaled again, dropping the taunting.

“Malfoy, I can't just let you go like that.”

His eyebrows met together.

“Why not?”

“It’s not that simple.”

Malfoy’s shoulders slumped as he let out a big gust of air.

He looked away momentarily, almost as if he was fighting back tears, and then looked right at me.

“You either want me or you don’t, make up your freaking mind.”

I know what he meant, but it felt as though he was trying to say something else altogether.

Malfoy’s rumbling stomach saved me from answering.

“Hungry?”

“A bit.”

I let his hand go, but he didn’t move away as I thought he would have done.

“Keep it.” I said, meaning the tie still in his hand.

Malfoy looked down at it, nodding.

He lifted his silver eyes to me; I couldn’t help watching him without saying anything.

Malfoy then, after a bit of gazing, cleared his throat and looked down at the tie again.

He began playing with it.

“I’ll do it, but it doesn’t mean it’s going to be easy for me, alright?”

Lords, was he pouting?

Still messing around with the tie, he nodded slowly.

“I need to get my head around it.” I said, my tone softer.

“So you will,” he coughed, “participate?”

I rolled my eyes at him and settled with adjusting the end of his jumper around his waist.

“Let’s go find something to eat so you can polish off the details of our great love story.”

Malfoy’s face reddened. “Hey, you are supposed to help too.”

“But of course, you need your leading man after all?”

Malfoy’s face returned to the softer looking bright eyed one of moments ago.

“Don’t get too carried away, Potter.”

Malfoy’s stomach rumbled yet again.

I hopped to my feet and pulled him around as I banished the bed.

“Come on Malfoy, before you not only become the damsel in distress/raped/used/ but also starved.” I said,
airily.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” He intoned.

Malfoy let me pull him away and out of the room without any further objection.

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