New Addiction
Author: tinyscribbles80
Title: New Addiction
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, just the plot
Summary: A light hearted fiction where Draco is back at Hogwarts helping with the repairs as his community service after the war. While doing so, he heard a rumor about the boy who lived. He was hexed with a mistletoe curse and became a kissing maniac whenever it appears. And he only kisses the boys.
Chapter 1: The Mistletoe Curse | Chapter 2: Draco Malfoy The Curse Breaker | Chapter 3: What Malfoy Wants, Malfoy Gets | Chapter 4: Marksmanship | Chapter 5: Little Games | Chapter 6: Shaun Jansen
Cue A Jealous Draco Malfoy
Utter betrayal. That was what Draco felt the moment he watched Potter kissing the bloody Ravenclaw git back - soft and sweet. Fuck! Potter had never kissed him that way before and it was making his blood boil at the sight of it. Pansy sniffed disdainfully and whined to him, her hands clutching tightly to his bicep. “It’s not all that great isn't it Drakey? I’m a much better kisser aren't I?”
Finally an excuse to glare, he so hated the stupid nickname that Pansy had taken up to calling him. “Don’t call me that!” He snapped. “In fact I do suggest you take a lesson from that bloke there.” His friends snickered at that and Pansy’s eyes brightened with hurt. It took a lot of self-control to not just hex the girl and his temper was frayed a little bit more when he heard Potter laughing softly albeit a bit awkward. So he chose to drawl. “Going to turn into a Hufflepuff are you?”
“No I’m not!” She scowled and proceeded to ignore him by sipping her butterbeer. Draco rolled his eyes, like he cared for her attention, what a daft bint! He huffed irritably and caught the bloody Gryffindor watching him with a frown.
“You’re mean.” Potter mouthed quietly. Draco turned his sharp nose at the boy and with a frosty glare, he mouthed as silently back. “And you’re a slut.”
His remark must have stupefied the boy for a second before those emerald green eyes narrowed with anger. The pure smug satisfaction that Draco felt however diminished entirely when Potter whispered to the Jansen boy and they left.
Draco expelled a frustrated breath and closed his eyes. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT! No matter how he tried to calm down, he just couldn't. Chugging down his butterbeer, he called Rosmerta for a pint. The voluptuous bar owner who hadn't quite forgiven him for casting imperius on her stalked away and returned with a scowl slamming his drink onto the table slopping some of his whiskey. He huffed again. It looked like the day wasn't going to get any better. Blaise chuckled from across him.
“What?” Draco snapped and took a swig of his drink savoring the burning trail down his throat.
“That just lost you Potter mate.” Blaise smirked with a shake of his head. Draco gritted his teeth trying to rein his temper before he obliterated the Italian before him for stating something as rubbishy as that. He did not lose Potter to anyone!
“I didn't. He’s addicted to me.” He finally answered confident of his claim. He just needed Potter to get back into the game again. Blaise laughed at the conviction - an utterly annoying and mocking laughter grated his eardrums.
“I’m sure he is Draco.” Blaise smiled patting his knuckles patronizingly and the glass in Pansy’s hand burst drenching her with butterbeer.
0o0o0o
Potter was supposed to be addicted to him. Potter wasn't supposed to pay any attention to any bloke accept him. Potter wasn't supposed to eat off from someone’s fingers which he hadn't even done. Potter was supposed to be fucking addicted to him!
Draco sliced his steak with a little more aggression than it was needed to.
“You’re mutilating your steak.” Millicent said, finally getting annoyed by the loud scrapings and clinking.
“Yeah? I didn't notice.” Draco grounded and viciously chewed, his eyes still on the Gryffindor who was blushing like the virgin he was. Wait. Was he still? The thought had him stabbing a tomato. Blaise tutted impatiently and wiped the juice which had squirted onto his hand while Millicent sighed. “Just go there and snog him if you want him so badly Draco.”
“What? And be a bloody Gryffindor or a - Merlin forbid, a Hufflepuff? I think not.” He snorted, glaring at his two friends.
“Then be a bloody Ravenclaw or a Slytherin! Surely you remember how.” Millicent returned his glares with a scoff. Blaise delicately patted his lips with a napkin and smiled that hateful smile. “Finally admitting are you?”
Draco’s glares became icy as he turned them onto the boy. No. He was not admitting anything and sighed tiredly. All this anger and j - not jealousy were giving him a headache. He needed an outlet for release.
“Want to have fun Milli?” Draco drawled skimming his fingers over her thick waist. Blaise squawked indignantly.
“Hey, lay off she’s mine!”
“No I’m not. You just like pumping your cock into my mouth.” She coolly stated. A second year who had obviously overheard that snorted and coughed into her pudding. Millicent can be so uncouth sometimes but he smirked anyway when the darker skinned boy blushed and apparently getting aroused by the image if the way he was shifting in his seat was any indication.
“Let’s have a threesome then.” Draco saucily suggested. Blaise shot him a dirty look and Millicent laughed a beautiful sound thoroughly at odd with her appearance. Blaise softened at it and Draco raised a rather amused eyebrow. The Italian cleared his throat at being caught. Well, well.
“So, Draco who are you going to ask to the Christmas Ball now that you are out of the running as Potter’s boyfriend.” He jibed.
Draco’s snappishness had somewhat cooled down by then and answered airily. “I’m asking Milli.”
Blaise immediately scowled at that making Draco snicker. Millicent rolled her eyes and stood, collecting her bag. The boys made their move too and they tracked their way to the dungeons listening to Blaise grumble about having potion right after lunch.
A little along the way, the Slytherins caught up to Draco’s chagrin, Potter and Jansen. The temper he had just reined in began to claw at his stomach as he watched the younger Ravenclaw slipped his hand into Potter’s. It galled him to see how the messy haired boy responded with a happy smile chatting softly as they got lower beneath the castle. Draco swallowed the hurt that was tightening his throat.
The chatter of their classmates echoed around as they got closer to their classroom. Potter and Jansen had stopped and the shorter boy was being backed up against a wall. Draco sucked in a painful breath at the sight of Potter’s blissed face as the Ravenclaw bent to kiss him and he just lost it, sending his strongest stinging hex at the boy who dared touch what was his. Jansen yowled.
A stricken Potter spun around and spotted them. Well, spotted him more like it. “Malfoy! What did you do that for?!”
Draco flashed him a particularly vindictive smile when they leveled. “There’s no need to show off your toy boy Potter.” He drawled walking passed them. He heard Potter protesting and a second later felt a curse zipped pass his shoulder. Draco smirked. An opportunity.
He whipped about and flung a levicorpus startling the boy into dropping his wand. Draco stalked forwards ignoring his friend’s hisses and yanked the boy’s hair wishing he could just rip a chunk off. Jansen grunted focusing hateful eyes at him. “You didn't think you’d get away with that did you?”
“Malfoy don’t!” Potter yelled countering the jinx. Draco snickered as the boy fell in a painful heap and pushed Potter out of the way when the Gryffindor rushed to the Ravenclaw. He pressed his wand tip between the boy’s eyes and whispered menacingly. “Try it again and I’ll make you suffer.”
“You think so? You’re a coward Malfoy. Everyone knows that.” Jansen jeered. Draco could hear Blaise hissing behind him and he was aware of Potter becoming very still.
“Of course I am.” He smirked. Oh how he had learned that and kicked the younger boy. “That’s why it will hurt even more.” He gave him another hard kick and Potter shoved him away, glaring furiously before turning to the Ravenclaw.
“Come on Draco, that’s enough.” Millicent said tugging his arm. He shook her off sneering at the boys and stormed off. His friends kept their distance knowing how angry he was and they reached the classroom just as Snape flung the door opened and ordered them in. He stalked to the back alone and silently set up half listening to the Professor’s drawled instructions on Draught of the living death.
Merlin! He needed a complex potion to focus his barbed energy on and revising that draught was certainly not it! He screamed internally stomping unbecomingly to the ingredients store. When he came out with an armful of it, Snape was just docking points off Potter for being late and it pacified him a little when the boy made his way to the only available table. His.
“Prepare the ingredients and don’t go near the cauldron. Lord knows how abysmal you are at it. One wonders how you got into NEWT class.” Draco drawled. Potter scowled, his jaws locked tight and began preparing without answering his jibes. It nettled him. But he’ll just have to see how long Potter can keep his silence because he knew that the boy was just as angry as he was or maybe even more since he had beaten up his boyfriend. He scowled at the term pouring two cups of water into the cauldron and stirred the wormwood in.
“You shouldn't have done that Malfoy. ”
See. Draco knew Potter wouldn't be able to keep it in.
“I don’t like his face.” He said adding the powdered root of asphodel and stirred the brew twice clockwise.
“Malfoy! You don’t go around hexing people just because you don’t like their face!” Potter grounded. Draco only grunted and added the sloth brain into the mix.
“I do. Now add in the juice and stir this.” He commanded stepping back from the cauldron. Potter glared and Draco nearly shrieked when the boy crushed the beans instead of cutting it like instructed. He wanted to rage at the boy but copious amount of juice trickled into the bubbling potion. He forbade himself from being impressed.
“You really are an arse Malfoy." The boy griped and began stirring the contents counter-clockwise. "Shaun didn't do anything to you and you should just bloody apologize!"
"I am not apologizing to anyone! Especially not to Shaun." Draco snapped crowding behind the Gryffindor, his hands clawing into Potter's hips. The boy startled but kept on slowly stirring the potion. "I hate him so don't you mention his name in front of me."
“Hate?” Potter scoffed. “That’s bloody typical of you Malfoy. Not that I blame you because that’s just how you are. You can’t help hating anything that’s good and Shaun is and you’re just a fucking bastard.”
Draco stiffened, his anger soaring high like the heat of the classroom. Fucking Saint Potter! He’ll pay for that. What right had he to make Draco feel so worthless? Nothing he ever did was good enough. He was always the bad bloke wasn’t he? Well, if he thinks I’m bad, then I’ll just have to be bad. He casted a wandless notice me not charm followed quickly by a muffliato and bit Potter’s shoulder.
“Malfoy!” The boy gasped, the stirring rod in his hand jerked to a near stop.
“Keep stirring. You don’t want that to blow up in our faces.” He growled and gnawed Potter’s earlobe, the sting had the Gryffindor hissing. He didn't care. Right now, he just wanted to hurt the boy as much as he could.
“So you think Shaun is good?” He whispered harshly, his hands moving to the front of Potter’s pants squeezing the soft member. “Was he really good Potter? Did he touch you there?” He asked as he fondled him roughly coaxing the boy’s cock to harden. Draco smirked, yanking the flyer down and it sprung free. He thumbed the slit letting the beads of precum coat his pad. “Did he do this to you?” He asked again raking his nails down the rigid length. Potter jerked with a whimper.
“Stop it Malfoy!” He hissed, clutching hard onto Draco’s wrist as he tried to wrench away. Draco growled pinching the hand hard till the boy released his grip and he wrestled it behind pressing it to Potter’s back. The potion lay forgotten as he fought wriggling in earnest to get away. Draco’s cock hardened in response hissing with pleasure that the boy stilled completely. “Obviously he didn't touch you here.” He snickered snatching his other hand to the back, securing it with the other in his iron hold.
“You’re a good boy aren't you Potter?” He whispered, licking a line down his nape, his hand wounding once more around to the waiting cock which had wilted a bit. He tutted. “Now that just won’t do.”
Draco began his aggressive ministration again. His strokes were fast, his caresses rough. Potter groaned as he began pumping into his fist. “Yeah, you’re a really good boy.” He hissed grounding his own cock into Potter’s pert bottom just enough to get a little pleasure before steeling himself to let go of the lust and concentrated on getting Potter off. He knew that the boy was getting closer to climaxing and two fierce tugs later combined with another deep bite onto Potter’s shoulder, the boy gasped and shuddered as he came, panting with relief.
Draco released him spelling his hands clean. He watched Potter collapse onto his knees leaning his face into the table. “No time to relax Potter. Ladle those in.” He ordered cancelling the charms just as Snape barked out his instructions.
He frowned a moment later when no curt comeback came. He narrowed his eyes at the boy crouching beside him and sneered, voice quiet so as to not attract attention now that he had taken down the spell. “What Potter? Jansen couldn't get you off like that? Was he less than satisfactory?”
“No one touches me like that.” Potter whipped around and Draco stopped breathing. Hurt stared out of those beautiful green eyes, glassy with tears, streaming down his face. There was a small whine as he scrubbed his face dislodging those ugly glasses. Draco distractedly reached out righting it back and his hand was swatted away as he snatched his bag from the table. “No one touches me like that but you Malfoy (sniffles) and I fucking hate you.”
Draco watched him leave while Snape yelled after him. The remaining trio looked on worriedly and glared around at him and Draco just quietly ladled in the botched potion into vials letting guilt punch his guts till he felt like vomiting.
0o0o0o
It wasn't much of a nightmare. No. He wouldn't call it a nightmare when he wasn't even sleeping. The memory of Potter crying stayed with him throughout the day, the evening and now the night. He sighed pulling himself to sit and listened to the snores and grunts of the occupants in the other beds. He surely lost Potter now. Why couldn't he be more patient? Gentler? Or honest? If he had been honest and admitted to himself that he wanted the boy and been fucking selfish as to not let the boy go, they would have been… Friends with benefit?
Draco groaned. No he didn't want that. He wanted acknowledgment. He wanted Potter to notice him and notice only him. He wanted Potter to be exclusively his and not because he’s the fucking savior. Not because he wanted to ride the name of the fucking savior and certainly not because he wanted to make a trophy out of the fucking savior.
He wanted Potter because - because he was just Harry. He had been drawn to the boy since the first time he laid his eyes on him at Madam Malkins. He was drawn to him because he was genuinely nice for befriending that oaf Hagrid. It had baffled him because he and anyone he knew wouldn't even spare him a second glance for being the half breed that he was and he liked it that Potter wasn't a pushover even though he was nice. It pissed him off though when he defied him by choosing Weasley over him. He could admit to himself now that he had admired it because no one had ever dared to refuse his friendship. The list of why he liked the boy goes on. So he stopped. It was only depressing him more. He had totally ruined it before whatever they had or not have - Fuck! His head was in a jumble of thoughts chasing and overlapping. He didn't know what to think anymore.
His stomach growled in rebellion for missing dinner. Damn the hunger that decided to strike now when it was already - he casted a tempus, bloody two in the morning. He couldn't very well sleep now could he? Not with all those rumblings. Not that he was sleeping before.
Draco sighed moving silently through the dorm and common room. He climbed up to the upper floor and darted quickly when he heard Filch. Bloody man never sleeps! He climbed down the steps and made a beeline for the portrait when it suddenly swung opened. He hurriedly casted a disillusionment charm over himself and quietened his breathing.
Shaun Jansen appeared with a tiny picnic basket. Anger started to well again. Potter! Were they going to have a little moonlight tryst? Draco plastered against the cold wall as the younger boy passed. His hunger was all forgotten and Draco dogged the boy’s steps all the way up to the seventh floor.
A door stood in the middle of the normally empty wall. Draco shivered involuntarily. It was the room of requirement. Dread washed over him at the glimpse of memory. He stomped it back to a darker part of his mind, slipping behind Jansen before the door could close.
“Hey beautiful.” Jansen said and the reply wasn't in Potter’s voice. Red hair glinted in the firelight from a grate as Ginny Weasley greeted the boy with a passionate kiss before pulling him to the ghastly decorated queen bed. Draco’s eyes widen. The cheating scum!
“I’m hungry. What did you get? I hope it’s something sweet.” The girl Weasley dug through the basket and smiled taking out a little custard pie and iced tea. She took a bite and hummed with approval. Jansen chuckled adoringly tucking her hair behind an ear.
“So, how is everything?” She asked after she finished. “Any development?”
“Sadly no, he’s definitely a tough nut to crack.” Jansen answered with a frown marring his forehead. It matched Draco's own. What are they talking about?
“Well, hurry up Shaun! The Christmas ball is only four days off and I want my revenge on Potter!” Weasley whined. Draco started to grit his teeth but stopped. He'd been doing too much of that lately and stilled himself from any sudden movements even though his hand was twitching to hex them. It will not do to expose himself.
“But Ginny. I feel like throwing up every time I have to kiss him let alone having to fuck him. Can’t we just leave it?” Jansen pleaded cupping the girl's face tenderly peering with beseeching eyes.
“No!” She snapped then simpered climbing onto the Ravenclaw and wiggling her bottom provocatively onto his crotch. Draco wrinkled his nose at the sight and winced at the sugary voice. “Don’t you want me Shaun?”
The boy nodded eyes beginning to glaze with lust, latching his hands onto the girls hips. One inched into the waistband of her skirt while the other slipped into the front of her blouse. Weasley smiled letting Jansen pull up a cup of her red bra and suckle her tit. She groaned throatily before pushing away, her pink nipple glistening with saliva.
“Then do this for me Shaun. Fuck him then dump him. What could be better than breaking his heart on a holiday? Let him feel undesired when you cast him away. Make him feel so lonely. Make him see that he is nothing, not worthy to love and hold.” She pushed Jansen onto his back stroking the obvious bulge and giggled at the groans and canted hips. She took a chip of ice from the empty glass smearing it onto her lips before putting it into her mouth, chewing it slowly as her hands busied with the fly of Jansen’s jeans. Swollen purple cock sprung eagerly and the boy was already panting with anticipation. Draco couldn't believe he was witnessing this, body shivering with revolt.
Weasley licked the head holding firmly onto Jansen's hips as he tried to push himself into her mouth. The boy whimpered in protest. Weasley just smiled and tutted, blowing at the wet tip. Her next words were seductively soft. “If you do this for me then I promise you I’ll break up with Edward and I assure you of something even wetter and warmer.”
With that said, she swallowed the cock and Draco forced himself to watch. No. He hadn't lost Pot - Harry yet.
Chapter 8: Addiction
TBC… Love it hate it? Comments are very much appreciated even if it’s tough love.
Title: New Addiction
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, just the plot
Summary: A light hearted fiction where Draco is back at Hogwarts helping with the repairs as his community service after the war. While doing so, he heard a rumor about the boy who lived. He was hexed with a mistletoe curse and became a kissing maniac whenever it appears. And he only kisses the boys.
Chapter 1: The Mistletoe Curse | Chapter 2: Draco Malfoy The Curse Breaker | Chapter 3: What Malfoy Wants, Malfoy Gets | Chapter 4: Marksmanship | Chapter 5: Little Games | Chapter 6: Shaun Jansen
Cue A Jealous Draco Malfoy
Utter betrayal. That was what Draco felt the moment he watched Potter kissing the bloody Ravenclaw git back - soft and sweet. Fuck! Potter had never kissed him that way before and it was making his blood boil at the sight of it. Pansy sniffed disdainfully and whined to him, her hands clutching tightly to his bicep. “It’s not all that great isn't it Drakey? I’m a much better kisser aren't I?”
Finally an excuse to glare, he so hated the stupid nickname that Pansy had taken up to calling him. “Don’t call me that!” He snapped. “In fact I do suggest you take a lesson from that bloke there.” His friends snickered at that and Pansy’s eyes brightened with hurt. It took a lot of self-control to not just hex the girl and his temper was frayed a little bit more when he heard Potter laughing softly albeit a bit awkward. So he chose to drawl. “Going to turn into a Hufflepuff are you?”
“No I’m not!” She scowled and proceeded to ignore him by sipping her butterbeer. Draco rolled his eyes, like he cared for her attention, what a daft bint! He huffed irritably and caught the bloody Gryffindor watching him with a frown.
“You’re mean.” Potter mouthed quietly. Draco turned his sharp nose at the boy and with a frosty glare, he mouthed as silently back. “And you’re a slut.”
His remark must have stupefied the boy for a second before those emerald green eyes narrowed with anger. The pure smug satisfaction that Draco felt however diminished entirely when Potter whispered to the Jansen boy and they left.
Draco expelled a frustrated breath and closed his eyes. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT! No matter how he tried to calm down, he just couldn't. Chugging down his butterbeer, he called Rosmerta for a pint. The voluptuous bar owner who hadn't quite forgiven him for casting imperius on her stalked away and returned with a scowl slamming his drink onto the table slopping some of his whiskey. He huffed again. It looked like the day wasn't going to get any better. Blaise chuckled from across him.
“What?” Draco snapped and took a swig of his drink savoring the burning trail down his throat.
“That just lost you Potter mate.” Blaise smirked with a shake of his head. Draco gritted his teeth trying to rein his temper before he obliterated the Italian before him for stating something as rubbishy as that. He did not lose Potter to anyone!
“I didn't. He’s addicted to me.” He finally answered confident of his claim. He just needed Potter to get back into the game again. Blaise laughed at the conviction - an utterly annoying and mocking laughter grated his eardrums.
“I’m sure he is Draco.” Blaise smiled patting his knuckles patronizingly and the glass in Pansy’s hand burst drenching her with butterbeer.
0o0o0o
Potter was supposed to be addicted to him. Potter wasn't supposed to pay any attention to any bloke accept him. Potter wasn't supposed to eat off from someone’s fingers which he hadn't even done. Potter was supposed to be fucking addicted to him!
Draco sliced his steak with a little more aggression than it was needed to.
“You’re mutilating your steak.” Millicent said, finally getting annoyed by the loud scrapings and clinking.
“Yeah? I didn't notice.” Draco grounded and viciously chewed, his eyes still on the Gryffindor who was blushing like the virgin he was. Wait. Was he still? The thought had him stabbing a tomato. Blaise tutted impatiently and wiped the juice which had squirted onto his hand while Millicent sighed. “Just go there and snog him if you want him so badly Draco.”
“What? And be a bloody Gryffindor or a - Merlin forbid, a Hufflepuff? I think not.” He snorted, glaring at his two friends.
“Then be a bloody Ravenclaw or a Slytherin! Surely you remember how.” Millicent returned his glares with a scoff. Blaise delicately patted his lips with a napkin and smiled that hateful smile. “Finally admitting are you?”
Draco’s glares became icy as he turned them onto the boy. No. He was not admitting anything and sighed tiredly. All this anger and j - not jealousy were giving him a headache. He needed an outlet for release.
“Want to have fun Milli?” Draco drawled skimming his fingers over her thick waist. Blaise squawked indignantly.
“Hey, lay off she’s mine!”
“No I’m not. You just like pumping your cock into my mouth.” She coolly stated. A second year who had obviously overheard that snorted and coughed into her pudding. Millicent can be so uncouth sometimes but he smirked anyway when the darker skinned boy blushed and apparently getting aroused by the image if the way he was shifting in his seat was any indication.
“Let’s have a threesome then.” Draco saucily suggested. Blaise shot him a dirty look and Millicent laughed a beautiful sound thoroughly at odd with her appearance. Blaise softened at it and Draco raised a rather amused eyebrow. The Italian cleared his throat at being caught. Well, well.
“So, Draco who are you going to ask to the Christmas Ball now that you are out of the running as Potter’s boyfriend.” He jibed.
Draco’s snappishness had somewhat cooled down by then and answered airily. “I’m asking Milli.”
Blaise immediately scowled at that making Draco snicker. Millicent rolled her eyes and stood, collecting her bag. The boys made their move too and they tracked their way to the dungeons listening to Blaise grumble about having potion right after lunch.
A little along the way, the Slytherins caught up to Draco’s chagrin, Potter and Jansen. The temper he had just reined in began to claw at his stomach as he watched the younger Ravenclaw slipped his hand into Potter’s. It galled him to see how the messy haired boy responded with a happy smile chatting softly as they got lower beneath the castle. Draco swallowed the hurt that was tightening his throat.
The chatter of their classmates echoed around as they got closer to their classroom. Potter and Jansen had stopped and the shorter boy was being backed up against a wall. Draco sucked in a painful breath at the sight of Potter’s blissed face as the Ravenclaw bent to kiss him and he just lost it, sending his strongest stinging hex at the boy who dared touch what was his. Jansen yowled.
A stricken Potter spun around and spotted them. Well, spotted him more like it. “Malfoy! What did you do that for?!”
Draco flashed him a particularly vindictive smile when they leveled. “There’s no need to show off your toy boy Potter.” He drawled walking passed them. He heard Potter protesting and a second later felt a curse zipped pass his shoulder. Draco smirked. An opportunity.
He whipped about and flung a levicorpus startling the boy into dropping his wand. Draco stalked forwards ignoring his friend’s hisses and yanked the boy’s hair wishing he could just rip a chunk off. Jansen grunted focusing hateful eyes at him. “You didn't think you’d get away with that did you?”
“Malfoy don’t!” Potter yelled countering the jinx. Draco snickered as the boy fell in a painful heap and pushed Potter out of the way when the Gryffindor rushed to the Ravenclaw. He pressed his wand tip between the boy’s eyes and whispered menacingly. “Try it again and I’ll make you suffer.”
“You think so? You’re a coward Malfoy. Everyone knows that.” Jansen jeered. Draco could hear Blaise hissing behind him and he was aware of Potter becoming very still.
“Of course I am.” He smirked. Oh how he had learned that and kicked the younger boy. “That’s why it will hurt even more.” He gave him another hard kick and Potter shoved him away, glaring furiously before turning to the Ravenclaw.
“Come on Draco, that’s enough.” Millicent said tugging his arm. He shook her off sneering at the boys and stormed off. His friends kept their distance knowing how angry he was and they reached the classroom just as Snape flung the door opened and ordered them in. He stalked to the back alone and silently set up half listening to the Professor’s drawled instructions on Draught of the living death.
Merlin! He needed a complex potion to focus his barbed energy on and revising that draught was certainly not it! He screamed internally stomping unbecomingly to the ingredients store. When he came out with an armful of it, Snape was just docking points off Potter for being late and it pacified him a little when the boy made his way to the only available table. His.
“Prepare the ingredients and don’t go near the cauldron. Lord knows how abysmal you are at it. One wonders how you got into NEWT class.” Draco drawled. Potter scowled, his jaws locked tight and began preparing without answering his jibes. It nettled him. But he’ll just have to see how long Potter can keep his silence because he knew that the boy was just as angry as he was or maybe even more since he had beaten up his boyfriend. He scowled at the term pouring two cups of water into the cauldron and stirred the wormwood in.
“You shouldn't have done that Malfoy. ”
See. Draco knew Potter wouldn't be able to keep it in.
“I don’t like his face.” He said adding the powdered root of asphodel and stirred the brew twice clockwise.
“Malfoy! You don’t go around hexing people just because you don’t like their face!” Potter grounded. Draco only grunted and added the sloth brain into the mix.
“I do. Now add in the juice and stir this.” He commanded stepping back from the cauldron. Potter glared and Draco nearly shrieked when the boy crushed the beans instead of cutting it like instructed. He wanted to rage at the boy but copious amount of juice trickled into the bubbling potion. He forbade himself from being impressed.
“You really are an arse Malfoy." The boy griped and began stirring the contents counter-clockwise. "Shaun didn't do anything to you and you should just bloody apologize!"
"I am not apologizing to anyone! Especially not to Shaun." Draco snapped crowding behind the Gryffindor, his hands clawing into Potter's hips. The boy startled but kept on slowly stirring the potion. "I hate him so don't you mention his name in front of me."
“Hate?” Potter scoffed. “That’s bloody typical of you Malfoy. Not that I blame you because that’s just how you are. You can’t help hating anything that’s good and Shaun is and you’re just a fucking bastard.”
Draco stiffened, his anger soaring high like the heat of the classroom. Fucking Saint Potter! He’ll pay for that. What right had he to make Draco feel so worthless? Nothing he ever did was good enough. He was always the bad bloke wasn’t he? Well, if he thinks I’m bad, then I’ll just have to be bad. He casted a wandless notice me not charm followed quickly by a muffliato and bit Potter’s shoulder.
“Malfoy!” The boy gasped, the stirring rod in his hand jerked to a near stop.
“Keep stirring. You don’t want that to blow up in our faces.” He growled and gnawed Potter’s earlobe, the sting had the Gryffindor hissing. He didn't care. Right now, he just wanted to hurt the boy as much as he could.
“So you think Shaun is good?” He whispered harshly, his hands moving to the front of Potter’s pants squeezing the soft member. “Was he really good Potter? Did he touch you there?” He asked as he fondled him roughly coaxing the boy’s cock to harden. Draco smirked, yanking the flyer down and it sprung free. He thumbed the slit letting the beads of precum coat his pad. “Did he do this to you?” He asked again raking his nails down the rigid length. Potter jerked with a whimper.
“Stop it Malfoy!” He hissed, clutching hard onto Draco’s wrist as he tried to wrench away. Draco growled pinching the hand hard till the boy released his grip and he wrestled it behind pressing it to Potter’s back. The potion lay forgotten as he fought wriggling in earnest to get away. Draco’s cock hardened in response hissing with pleasure that the boy stilled completely. “Obviously he didn't touch you here.” He snickered snatching his other hand to the back, securing it with the other in his iron hold.
“You’re a good boy aren't you Potter?” He whispered, licking a line down his nape, his hand wounding once more around to the waiting cock which had wilted a bit. He tutted. “Now that just won’t do.”
Draco began his aggressive ministration again. His strokes were fast, his caresses rough. Potter groaned as he began pumping into his fist. “Yeah, you’re a really good boy.” He hissed grounding his own cock into Potter’s pert bottom just enough to get a little pleasure before steeling himself to let go of the lust and concentrated on getting Potter off. He knew that the boy was getting closer to climaxing and two fierce tugs later combined with another deep bite onto Potter’s shoulder, the boy gasped and shuddered as he came, panting with relief.
Draco released him spelling his hands clean. He watched Potter collapse onto his knees leaning his face into the table. “No time to relax Potter. Ladle those in.” He ordered cancelling the charms just as Snape barked out his instructions.
He frowned a moment later when no curt comeback came. He narrowed his eyes at the boy crouching beside him and sneered, voice quiet so as to not attract attention now that he had taken down the spell. “What Potter? Jansen couldn't get you off like that? Was he less than satisfactory?”
“No one touches me like that.” Potter whipped around and Draco stopped breathing. Hurt stared out of those beautiful green eyes, glassy with tears, streaming down his face. There was a small whine as he scrubbed his face dislodging those ugly glasses. Draco distractedly reached out righting it back and his hand was swatted away as he snatched his bag from the table. “No one touches me like that but you Malfoy (sniffles) and I fucking hate you.”
Draco watched him leave while Snape yelled after him. The remaining trio looked on worriedly and glared around at him and Draco just quietly ladled in the botched potion into vials letting guilt punch his guts till he felt like vomiting.
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It wasn't much of a nightmare. No. He wouldn't call it a nightmare when he wasn't even sleeping. The memory of Potter crying stayed with him throughout the day, the evening and now the night. He sighed pulling himself to sit and listened to the snores and grunts of the occupants in the other beds. He surely lost Potter now. Why couldn't he be more patient? Gentler? Or honest? If he had been honest and admitted to himself that he wanted the boy and been fucking selfish as to not let the boy go, they would have been… Friends with benefit?
Draco groaned. No he didn't want that. He wanted acknowledgment. He wanted Potter to notice him and notice only him. He wanted Potter to be exclusively his and not because he’s the fucking savior. Not because he wanted to ride the name of the fucking savior and certainly not because he wanted to make a trophy out of the fucking savior.
He wanted Potter because - because he was just Harry. He had been drawn to the boy since the first time he laid his eyes on him at Madam Malkins. He was drawn to him because he was genuinely nice for befriending that oaf Hagrid. It had baffled him because he and anyone he knew wouldn't even spare him a second glance for being the half breed that he was and he liked it that Potter wasn't a pushover even though he was nice. It pissed him off though when he defied him by choosing Weasley over him. He could admit to himself now that he had admired it because no one had ever dared to refuse his friendship. The list of why he liked the boy goes on. So he stopped. It was only depressing him more. He had totally ruined it before whatever they had or not have - Fuck! His head was in a jumble of thoughts chasing and overlapping. He didn't know what to think anymore.
His stomach growled in rebellion for missing dinner. Damn the hunger that decided to strike now when it was already - he casted a tempus, bloody two in the morning. He couldn't very well sleep now could he? Not with all those rumblings. Not that he was sleeping before.
Draco sighed moving silently through the dorm and common room. He climbed up to the upper floor and darted quickly when he heard Filch. Bloody man never sleeps! He climbed down the steps and made a beeline for the portrait when it suddenly swung opened. He hurriedly casted a disillusionment charm over himself and quietened his breathing.
Shaun Jansen appeared with a tiny picnic basket. Anger started to well again. Potter! Were they going to have a little moonlight tryst? Draco plastered against the cold wall as the younger boy passed. His hunger was all forgotten and Draco dogged the boy’s steps all the way up to the seventh floor.
A door stood in the middle of the normally empty wall. Draco shivered involuntarily. It was the room of requirement. Dread washed over him at the glimpse of memory. He stomped it back to a darker part of his mind, slipping behind Jansen before the door could close.
“Hey beautiful.” Jansen said and the reply wasn't in Potter’s voice. Red hair glinted in the firelight from a grate as Ginny Weasley greeted the boy with a passionate kiss before pulling him to the ghastly decorated queen bed. Draco’s eyes widen. The cheating scum!
“I’m hungry. What did you get? I hope it’s something sweet.” The girl Weasley dug through the basket and smiled taking out a little custard pie and iced tea. She took a bite and hummed with approval. Jansen chuckled adoringly tucking her hair behind an ear.
“So, how is everything?” She asked after she finished. “Any development?”
“Sadly no, he’s definitely a tough nut to crack.” Jansen answered with a frown marring his forehead. It matched Draco's own. What are they talking about?
“Well, hurry up Shaun! The Christmas ball is only four days off and I want my revenge on Potter!” Weasley whined. Draco started to grit his teeth but stopped. He'd been doing too much of that lately and stilled himself from any sudden movements even though his hand was twitching to hex them. It will not do to expose himself.
“But Ginny. I feel like throwing up every time I have to kiss him let alone having to fuck him. Can’t we just leave it?” Jansen pleaded cupping the girl's face tenderly peering with beseeching eyes.
“No!” She snapped then simpered climbing onto the Ravenclaw and wiggling her bottom provocatively onto his crotch. Draco wrinkled his nose at the sight and winced at the sugary voice. “Don’t you want me Shaun?”
The boy nodded eyes beginning to glaze with lust, latching his hands onto the girls hips. One inched into the waistband of her skirt while the other slipped into the front of her blouse. Weasley smiled letting Jansen pull up a cup of her red bra and suckle her tit. She groaned throatily before pushing away, her pink nipple glistening with saliva.
“Then do this for me Shaun. Fuck him then dump him. What could be better than breaking his heart on a holiday? Let him feel undesired when you cast him away. Make him feel so lonely. Make him see that he is nothing, not worthy to love and hold.” She pushed Jansen onto his back stroking the obvious bulge and giggled at the groans and canted hips. She took a chip of ice from the empty glass smearing it onto her lips before putting it into her mouth, chewing it slowly as her hands busied with the fly of Jansen’s jeans. Swollen purple cock sprung eagerly and the boy was already panting with anticipation. Draco couldn't believe he was witnessing this, body shivering with revolt.
Weasley licked the head holding firmly onto Jansen's hips as he tried to push himself into her mouth. The boy whimpered in protest. Weasley just smiled and tutted, blowing at the wet tip. Her next words were seductively soft. “If you do this for me then I promise you I’ll break up with Edward and I assure you of something even wetter and warmer.”
With that said, she swallowed the cock and Draco forced himself to watch. No. He hadn't lost Pot - Harry yet.
Chapter 8: Addiction
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