ATtD Ch 55 pt 1
Maybe if you would shut up-Argh, fuck! Gods, it hurts!
Draco pulled his arm free while Harry screamed mentally, catching the boy’s jaw with his fingers. “Look at me, right in the eye. Focus on me, Potter.”
Harry gasped and complied, eyes widening as they met silver. They stayed like that for ages, Harry gasping for breath, Draco doing his best not to blush to death. His body did not care in the slightest that the thoughts he was having were extremely inappropriate. Thankfully Harry showed no signs of noticing.
“…Better?” Draco asked, having to look away before he did something idiotic.
Pains fading… just a fucking amount of wild energy now… this energy… hurts still…
“Okay… well I suppose that’s good. You know, just refrain from punching me.” It was a little unsettling really, Harry’s normally semi-calm face glaring him down.
Harry smiled widely, eyes too bright. He pinned Draco’s wrists. I might just kill you.
“Don’t be so coy, Potter. It’s not like I saved your life or anything.” Rolling his eyes, Draco tried to slow the excited pounding of his heart.
You shouldn’t have done that… You should have let me die.
Draco shook his head. “Why the fuck would I ever do that?”
Fight me.
Oh hell… this was turning out a lot like… like… oh hell. “Umm… no. I don’t think that would be a very wise idea.” He mumbled with a false sense of calm, only to squeak in surprise immediately after. “Oi, don’t start with that wiggling thing!”
What… this? Harry moved deliberately against him. It doesn’t mean anything, you know.
“Oh… ohhh, it means something, Potter.” He answered breathlessly. This was getting very dangerous, very fast.
Not to me, Malfoy. You don’t mean anything to me. Harry gave a feral snarl, clawing at Draco’s wrists. Does that bother you?
Closing his eyes, Draco wondered when Harry had suddenly gotten so perceptive. “…I think… I think you’re looking for another hole in your chest.”
Harry laughed cruelly. That could be so. I have the overwhelming urge to tear you to pieces. I think you better start fighting back.
Draco shuddered, not from fear. “Don’t start this, Potter. Not now.”
I’m going to kill you. Harry promised down at him, his odd smile flickering again.
“No…” Draco swallowed, meeting Harry’s blazing eyes. “I’m rather sure you’re going to bludgeon me with a very hard part of your anatomy, actually.”
Harry’s smile widened. You’ve been talking to my Tail.
Draco nodded.
Well don’t believe everything you hear, Malfoy. I’m going to tear you to pieces.
“I certainly don’t believe everything you’re spouting.” Draco growled, catching the tone of cruelty so unfamiliar in Harry’s voice. “You can’t hurt me this way, so I don’t know why you’re bothering. This isn’t the time, Potter.”
I can hurt you. I will hurt you.
“Listen to me-ah!” Hurt really wasn’t the word as Draco squirmed from the claws digging into his arms. “You have some very big issues with repressed-shit, kinky bastard!”
You Veelas are all alike. Harry taunted. You couldn’t even sleep a full hour before wanking off. It’s not my fault it all turns into sex for you.
“Least I don’t hide from it. Do you even touch yourself? No wonder you need your Tail to get you some.” Draco snarled.
You ever consider the possibility that I don’t want some, you pompous ass? I don’t need anything from anyone, especially not from you.
“That’s good, Potty, because I sure as hell wasn’t offering. You have no idea what is happening to you right now, do you? Have you even kissed anyone?”
The darkness flashed, revealing an awkward kiss with a pretty Asian girl, Cho Chang.
“How about one where the girl isn’t crying from it being so horrible, idiot?”
Harry glared, wrenching Draco’s arms. Maybe I wanted her to cry.
“Maybe you haven’t kissed anyone else.” Draco shot back. “Ever kiss a boy, Potter?”
Wouldn’t you wish, you Veela perv. Harry glowered a bit before showing the impromptu, unwanted kiss with Clive.
Draco started, somewhat surprised. “Who the fuck is that?”
Jealous?
“Fuck off.”
See, Malfoy, you’re not the only idiot to get the whole healing thing confused. Harry showed the moment before, when he had been healing Clive’s arm while Draco squirmed. He wanted me, and not in a simple Heir manner, or even as a simple lover. That idiot pledged his soul to me. Can you feel his thoughts there?
Draco nodded. He could feel Clive’s buried hopelessness, and grief over the loss of his whole family and immediate Clan. He wanted a purpose and had found it in Harry. “So what… what is he to you?” Draco asked hesitantly, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
Nothing. I gave him to Blaise. Did you really think I’d keep something so damn clingy and weak?
“Oh, of course, who the hell would ever put up with that?” Draco matched Harry’s dark smirk. “You’re missing the point though, Potter. Everyone you kiss freaks out. You don’t even realize the effect you have on people. This isn’t something you play at, so maybe you should back off and try and think before you do something stupid.”
What’s the matter? Don’t you want to kiss me?
Draco trembled; Harry had actually, literally growled like a bloody animal about to pounce. “I’d rather eat glass.” It really didn’t help that he was hard as hell.
How many boys have you kissed, Malfoy?
“None, Potter.”
Harry narrowed his eyes. I don’t believe you.
“Believe what you want; truth is truth.” Draco said with a shrug.
…How many girls?
Draco smiled mysteriously and shrugged again. With his right hand he made a ‘zero’ sign. Harry snarled in response, and Draco was rather sure the boy was going to tear his throat out.
I’m going to tear your throat out.
Oh, that was a bad sign. “Get a hold of yourself.”
Flay your skin from your body…
“You know what I think, Potter? I think you want to fuck me, like the little poof you are.”
It’s not always about sex, Malfoy. Harry groaned into his ear.
“I know… but you want me; I’m magically designed to be able to sense it. You can’t keep your fucking hands off me. Face it, all those times when you clung to me, it was all a ploy-a lame one at that-to try and get into my pants.”
Don’t flatter yourself. Harry hissed. I like your scent, nothing more. That your scent happens to be on every long… smooth, creamy inch of you is, uh, is more your problem than mine.
“It’s a huge problem, Potter. I can’t handle you pawing at me.” Hell, he couldn’t breathe.
You like it.
Draco moaned. “Yesss… but I can’t help it… and it’s driving me mad…”
I know! Why can’t you just go back to normal?!
“You need to calm down.”
Don’t tell me what to do!
“You fucking like it. Stop spazzing and bringing me along for the ride.”
You are so full of yourself. You’re gagging for it, Malfoy. I’m not. Get it clear.
“Bloody hell, you’re a fucktard. You’re the one about to tear me to bits because you’re so repressed. Just admit you want me and maybe you won’t have a full out freak out right here. You’re seriously going about this the wrong way.”
I hate you. I hate every damn thing about you. I don’t need you. I don’t want you. I don’t like you.
“Yeah, yeah, I don’t know who you’re trying to convince. Maybe you should try letting me go first.”
Harry’s hands tightened painfully. You’re not going anywhere.
“Gods, what do you want?!”
I want it to go back to like it was before!
“Fine! Let me point out that you didn’t used to manhandle me before!”
Leaning inches away from Draco’s face, Harry narrowed his eyes and growled. Fight back.
Draco shuddered, his eyes closing involuntarily. “This is getting very old, Potter. Kill me already; you keep on bloody threatening to. Otherwise shut your fucking mouth about it.”
I’ll shut your fucking mouth.
“With what, Mr. Denial? You have a very violent kink, Potter. And this conversation is still going nowhere. Think very carefully and tell me what you want-besides you killing me, you bloody tosser.”
Harry looked away. …I… I want to touch you…
“Clearly.” Draco growled. “It would have been fine, if you hadn’t made such a fucking big deal about it.”
It’s not a big deal-YOU always make it into a big deal! I can’t fucking touch you without your whole body indicating it wants more.
“Well ignore it, Scarhead. I can’t help it.”
I can’t-I can’t ignore it anymore… I-I just want you to understand that it’s not personal. I don’t like you that way so don’t think-
“I get it already.” Draco gritted out angrily. “You hate me. Fine.”
Harry studied Draco’s closed face. …Can I… Will you let me touch you?
“Hell no!”
Why not?! I just explained-!
“And while you were explaining, I was getting very horny, which is completely your fault. You should know better than mixing pain with Veelas. There’s no way I’m waking up with sticky sheets in the bloody hospital ward, of all places.”
I need to…
“If I remember correctly, you don’t need anything from me!” Draco snapped coldly.
Gods-Damn It! Harry’s grip tightened again, and he learned close, nuzzling his face into Draco’s neck. Stop being so difficult.
“Yeah… because I’m the one being difficult… Oh…oh… You need to stop that, Potter… Right now…”
Shut up.
“I’m s-serious… you reaaally need to stop that.” Harry ignored him, lowering the rest of his body down, and relaxing his grip so he could rub his hands down Draco’s arms. “Potter…”
It doesn’t mean anything…
“I’d really like to-hell-believe you… but you’ve got a hand on my hip, and your other one, oh hell…” He broke off with a moan. “Your other is squeezing my nipple… and I really can’t ignore that…”
Try harder.
“Fuck… fuck, Potter…” His head fell back limply, unable to find the will to pull away from the hands tearing off his shirt. “…What are you doing?”
I want to drown in you… your scent, your flesh… He buried his face against Draco’s bare chest, mouth open and trailing over his skin. Sorry, I tried but I can’t stop…
“Relax, Potter, I… I’m not going anywhere. Hell… just calm down.” Gods, that felt so good. Did he really…? Hell, did he actually want him? Why else would he…?
Stop saying that. You… you need to get away from me… fight… He sucked on Draco’s collarbone, marking him with a path of pink, flushed skin. Fight me…
Hell, he really wanted him. “I’m not going to fight you.”
Harry growled. Why not?
Draco’s head lolled to the side, his breath coming out in harsh pants as he lied through his teeth. “…Don’t want to.”
You’re hard.
“The couple of hours I was conscious after getting that collar off, I was pretty much in a permanent state of arousal. Doesn’t mean anything; just the stupid Veela.”
…Am I not worthy?
“Gods, of course you’re worthy.” Draco assured with a groan. “I need… I’m not strong enough right now.”
Harry chewed on his lip nervously, watching his somewhat darker hands play over Draco’s chest. You really mean that?
Glancing over timidly, Draco nodded. “Yeah. Wait for my seal to be removed, and I will fuck you up so bad you won’t know what even hit you.”
Trembling, Harry’s grip tightened again. I want that. Want you. Need you.
Draco grabbed his hands to keep them still, because the tighter Harry held, the better it felt, and the more his instincts told him to claw right back. “I know… but not now. Calm down. Scent right? Focus on that.”
Taste is better. Harry confided lowly, struggling for control.
Draco raised a brow and pulled Harry’s left hand to his lips, licking Harry’s wrist hesitantly. “…You’re right.”
Harry stared speechless, trapped hand turning and trailing over Draco’s mouth. He leaned down. I…
“I believe I mentioned something along the lines of eating glass.” Draco said brusquely, turning his head away. Gods, if Harry didn’t get off of him he was going to die.
Harry groaned and laid his head on Draco’s chest, feeling the way Draco’s heart pounded frantically beneath the smooth flesh. He breathed deep, rubbing Draco’s stomach. Sorry… I shouldn’t have… You’re angry.
Draco shuddered at the touch, fighting his reaction. “No Potter, I’m just bloody brilliant. Here I am, worried you’re going to die before my very eyes, and when you do finally wake up, you pull this shit on me. No ‘hi Malfoy, how you doing, oh, nice to see you’re still alive.’ No-I have to put up with some weird, sadistic-horribly hot, by the way, mating rit-well… you know damn well what it is, considering you initiated it…” Draco continued to look blankly ahead, ignoring the hand running over his jaw and flushed cheek. “I’m about to burst, it’s not even funny.”
With a quiet moan, Harry wrapped fingers tight into Draco’s hair. I initiated it? You, you were the one whispering sweet nothings… something about dressing me in silks and hiding me away in your closet… Harry pressed his parted lips to one of the pink blotches on Draco’s chest. I’m a little slow, granted, but I’m not stupid.
Blushing, Draco darted his eyes to Harry’s. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
Oh… Harry watched Draco carefully, the manic gleam in his eyes faded but far from gone. Was it a lie?
Draco shrugged, feeling distinctively uncomfortable. The wrong move right now could scare Potter off forever, and given his obvious denial of his needs he doubted the boy could really handle the truth. “If I say yes, will you stop trying to beat your way into my pants-stop that!” Harry’s hand paused for a moment before resuming the slow walk down his side.
I’m not trying to get into your pants. Harry growled, even as he slid two fingers beneath the band of Draco’s trousers. You smell nice.
“Your hand is…” Draco gave up with a frustrated sigh, glaring up at the ceiling. “You’re trying to make me angry.”
Fight me.
“I told you no.” Oh, but his annoying Veela was saying yes. The fucking prat couldn’t see that Potter was obviously far too unstable right now, and fucking Potter couldn’t see that he was far too unstable, and hell, why did he have to suffer because Potter was not in his right mind? This was so not fair.
I need a reason… a proper one. Harry hissed insistently.
“I already-” Draco grabbed the straying hand, only to have it turn on him and twist his wrist. “Damn it, can’t you see I’m not bloody strong enough? Calm the fuck down!”
Harry shook his head, looking murderous. It was quiet, dark, peaceful-I didn’t feel a damn thing. I don’t like feeling like this! You should have left me there! Why the fuck couldn’t you leave me alone?
“What… leave you to die?!” Draco stared up at the boy incredulously.
Yes! It… it was so quiet… Why did you…? Why couldn’t you just…? I-I have nothing for you! Why?!
Draco closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. It was a fucking nightmare. He was living his worst bloody nightmare. “Get off me. Now.”
Something in Draco’s voice caught his attention, and Harry moved, crouching to the side as Draco rolled and rose to his feet.
“Get up. You wanted a fight, right?”
I thought you weren’t strong enough. Harry stood up slowly, eyes tight on Draco. Thought you didn’t want to.
“Yeah, well that was before I realized just how fucking weak you are.” Draco spat, stalking around Harry’s still form, his eyes a molten silver. “Come on! You want to die that fucking bad, it can be by my hands! I’ll make all the hurt go away!”
Please… Harry spread his arms wide, making no move to defend himself. Make it stop. I just want the quiet again…
“Son of a-!” Snarling, Draco grabbed the boy by his neck. “Who the fuck are you?!” It was just too much, too many inconsistencies. Even at his worst Potter wasn’t like this. Harry didn’t know cruelty like this. Everything out of this person’s mouth had been designed to hurt him from the very beginning. “Get your god damn Fae problems away from Potter’s brain!”
Gold detailed eyes laughed back at him. Clever dragon. Harry smiled, too brightly, too viciously. It’s my brain. He’s just visiting.
“No! He’s not dead yet. You can’t take him from me.”
Poor little dragon… Do you actually think he cares for you?
“Shut up.” Draco’s grip tightened.
He can’t give you what you want… what you need. Let him go. I’m tired, and your damn voice refuses to be silent.
“So what, are you going to kill me? That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? He wants to keep going while you want death, and I won’t let him go. I heard you were messed up, Nox Ămor, but I didn’t think you were this fucked.”
Nox Ămor’s smile was deadly. Do you think I won’t? I’ve killed far more than you can even imagine. Walk away while you can. He doesn’t need you.
Laughing lowly, Draco shook his head. “And you even lie. What was all that? Mating rituals? Mental warfare? You should know mind games don’t suit Potter.”
But they suit me, and at the end of it all, he is just a small part of me. Contrary to what he wants, I get final say.
“No you don’t.” Draco hissed. “Stay dead if you want, I don’t give a shit. But this is Potter’s life, and right now you’re just poor company.”
What are you going to do? Kick me out of my own body? How brazen. Have you forgotten you are My Candidate?
Draco flinched at the reminder, but he didn’t back down. He had made his decision more than a week ago. “It’s Potter’s body. You’re just a damn haunt hiding in the shadows, ruining his bloody life with your past mistakes. No one asked you to show up again.”
…No. No one asked me. Nox Ămor studied Draco’s face. I was happy in the dark. I was happy being dead and frozen. Then someone had to go and wake me up. Twice. In less than two damn decades… I’m tired. He suddenly grabbed the hand wrapped around his throat, covering it and squeezing tightly, forcing his own throat to crack from the pressure. Let me go back.
“No one’s stopping you.” Draco answered levelly. “But there is no way in hell you’re taking him with you. Go. Get lost. Mope in a fucking corner for all I care. Potter stays.”
Nox Ămor gave a chilling smile. Let me make it simple for you. If you don’t kill me, I’m going to kill you. There is nothing here for you.
Draco smiled right back. “You can’t kill yourself, can you? You don’t even have enough control to take over his body. What did you think, that I’d accidentally kill you while fighting? That my hormones or my instincts would win, and I’d forget that Potter’s half dead in the hospital ward, and I’d push too far? You’ve been dead too long, friend.”
Annoyance flashed in Nox Ămor’s eyes. Then you die. It took nothing for the brunette to remove Draco’s hand and reverse their position, Draco’s neck snapped back harshly in the strangle hold. Now, if you are swift, you may be able to escape and stop me… but I don’t think you have it in you. From what I’ve seen, your cowardice rules your motor skills.
*Continued in CH55 pt2*
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Draco pulled his arm free while Harry screamed mentally, catching the boy’s jaw with his fingers. “Look at me, right in the eye. Focus on me, Potter.”
Harry gasped and complied, eyes widening as they met silver. They stayed like that for ages, Harry gasping for breath, Draco doing his best not to blush to death. His body did not care in the slightest that the thoughts he was having were extremely inappropriate. Thankfully Harry showed no signs of noticing.
“…Better?” Draco asked, having to look away before he did something idiotic.
Pains fading… just a fucking amount of wild energy now… this energy… hurts still…
“Okay… well I suppose that’s good. You know, just refrain from punching me.” It was a little unsettling really, Harry’s normally semi-calm face glaring him down.
Harry smiled widely, eyes too bright. He pinned Draco’s wrists. I might just kill you.
“Don’t be so coy, Potter. It’s not like I saved your life or anything.” Rolling his eyes, Draco tried to slow the excited pounding of his heart.
You shouldn’t have done that… You should have let me die.
Draco shook his head. “Why the fuck would I ever do that?”
Fight me.
Oh hell… this was turning out a lot like… like… oh hell. “Umm… no. I don’t think that would be a very wise idea.” He mumbled with a false sense of calm, only to squeak in surprise immediately after. “Oi, don’t start with that wiggling thing!”
What… this? Harry moved deliberately against him. It doesn’t mean anything, you know.
“Oh… ohhh, it means something, Potter.” He answered breathlessly. This was getting very dangerous, very fast.
Not to me, Malfoy. You don’t mean anything to me. Harry gave a feral snarl, clawing at Draco’s wrists. Does that bother you?
Closing his eyes, Draco wondered when Harry had suddenly gotten so perceptive. “…I think… I think you’re looking for another hole in your chest.”
Harry laughed cruelly. That could be so. I have the overwhelming urge to tear you to pieces. I think you better start fighting back.
Draco shuddered, not from fear. “Don’t start this, Potter. Not now.”
I’m going to kill you. Harry promised down at him, his odd smile flickering again.
“No…” Draco swallowed, meeting Harry’s blazing eyes. “I’m rather sure you’re going to bludgeon me with a very hard part of your anatomy, actually.”
Harry’s smile widened. You’ve been talking to my Tail.
Draco nodded.
Well don’t believe everything you hear, Malfoy. I’m going to tear you to pieces.
“I certainly don’t believe everything you’re spouting.” Draco growled, catching the tone of cruelty so unfamiliar in Harry’s voice. “You can’t hurt me this way, so I don’t know why you’re bothering. This isn’t the time, Potter.”
I can hurt you. I will hurt you.
“Listen to me-ah!” Hurt really wasn’t the word as Draco squirmed from the claws digging into his arms. “You have some very big issues with repressed-shit, kinky bastard!”
You Veelas are all alike. Harry taunted. You couldn’t even sleep a full hour before wanking off. It’s not my fault it all turns into sex for you.
“Least I don’t hide from it. Do you even touch yourself? No wonder you need your Tail to get you some.” Draco snarled.
You ever consider the possibility that I don’t want some, you pompous ass? I don’t need anything from anyone, especially not from you.
“That’s good, Potty, because I sure as hell wasn’t offering. You have no idea what is happening to you right now, do you? Have you even kissed anyone?”
The darkness flashed, revealing an awkward kiss with a pretty Asian girl, Cho Chang.
“How about one where the girl isn’t crying from it being so horrible, idiot?”
Harry glared, wrenching Draco’s arms. Maybe I wanted her to cry.
“Maybe you haven’t kissed anyone else.” Draco shot back. “Ever kiss a boy, Potter?”
Wouldn’t you wish, you Veela perv. Harry glowered a bit before showing the impromptu, unwanted kiss with Clive.
Draco started, somewhat surprised. “Who the fuck is that?”
Jealous?
“Fuck off.”
See, Malfoy, you’re not the only idiot to get the whole healing thing confused. Harry showed the moment before, when he had been healing Clive’s arm while Draco squirmed. He wanted me, and not in a simple Heir manner, or even as a simple lover. That idiot pledged his soul to me. Can you feel his thoughts there?
Draco nodded. He could feel Clive’s buried hopelessness, and grief over the loss of his whole family and immediate Clan. He wanted a purpose and had found it in Harry. “So what… what is he to you?” Draco asked hesitantly, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
Nothing. I gave him to Blaise. Did you really think I’d keep something so damn clingy and weak?
“Oh, of course, who the hell would ever put up with that?” Draco matched Harry’s dark smirk. “You’re missing the point though, Potter. Everyone you kiss freaks out. You don’t even realize the effect you have on people. This isn’t something you play at, so maybe you should back off and try and think before you do something stupid.”
What’s the matter? Don’t you want to kiss me?
Draco trembled; Harry had actually, literally growled like a bloody animal about to pounce. “I’d rather eat glass.” It really didn’t help that he was hard as hell.
How many boys have you kissed, Malfoy?
“None, Potter.”
Harry narrowed his eyes. I don’t believe you.
“Believe what you want; truth is truth.” Draco said with a shrug.
…How many girls?
Draco smiled mysteriously and shrugged again. With his right hand he made a ‘zero’ sign. Harry snarled in response, and Draco was rather sure the boy was going to tear his throat out.
I’m going to tear your throat out.
Oh, that was a bad sign. “Get a hold of yourself.”
Flay your skin from your body…
“You know what I think, Potter? I think you want to fuck me, like the little poof you are.”
It’s not always about sex, Malfoy. Harry groaned into his ear.
“I know… but you want me; I’m magically designed to be able to sense it. You can’t keep your fucking hands off me. Face it, all those times when you clung to me, it was all a ploy-a lame one at that-to try and get into my pants.”
Don’t flatter yourself. Harry hissed. I like your scent, nothing more. That your scent happens to be on every long… smooth, creamy inch of you is, uh, is more your problem than mine.
“It’s a huge problem, Potter. I can’t handle you pawing at me.” Hell, he couldn’t breathe.
You like it.
Draco moaned. “Yesss… but I can’t help it… and it’s driving me mad…”
I know! Why can’t you just go back to normal?!
“You need to calm down.”
Don’t tell me what to do!
“You fucking like it. Stop spazzing and bringing me along for the ride.”
You are so full of yourself. You’re gagging for it, Malfoy. I’m not. Get it clear.
“Bloody hell, you’re a fucktard. You’re the one about to tear me to bits because you’re so repressed. Just admit you want me and maybe you won’t have a full out freak out right here. You’re seriously going about this the wrong way.”
I hate you. I hate every damn thing about you. I don’t need you. I don’t want you. I don’t like you.
“Yeah, yeah, I don’t know who you’re trying to convince. Maybe you should try letting me go first.”
Harry’s hands tightened painfully. You’re not going anywhere.
“Gods, what do you want?!”
I want it to go back to like it was before!
“Fine! Let me point out that you didn’t used to manhandle me before!”
Leaning inches away from Draco’s face, Harry narrowed his eyes and growled. Fight back.
Draco shuddered, his eyes closing involuntarily. “This is getting very old, Potter. Kill me already; you keep on bloody threatening to. Otherwise shut your fucking mouth about it.”
I’ll shut your fucking mouth.
“With what, Mr. Denial? You have a very violent kink, Potter. And this conversation is still going nowhere. Think very carefully and tell me what you want-besides you killing me, you bloody tosser.”
Harry looked away. …I… I want to touch you…
“Clearly.” Draco growled. “It would have been fine, if you hadn’t made such a fucking big deal about it.”
It’s not a big deal-YOU always make it into a big deal! I can’t fucking touch you without your whole body indicating it wants more.
“Well ignore it, Scarhead. I can’t help it.”
I can’t-I can’t ignore it anymore… I-I just want you to understand that it’s not personal. I don’t like you that way so don’t think-
“I get it already.” Draco gritted out angrily. “You hate me. Fine.”
Harry studied Draco’s closed face. …Can I… Will you let me touch you?
“Hell no!”
Why not?! I just explained-!
“And while you were explaining, I was getting very horny, which is completely your fault. You should know better than mixing pain with Veelas. There’s no way I’m waking up with sticky sheets in the bloody hospital ward, of all places.”
I need to…
“If I remember correctly, you don’t need anything from me!” Draco snapped coldly.
Gods-Damn It! Harry’s grip tightened again, and he learned close, nuzzling his face into Draco’s neck. Stop being so difficult.
“Yeah… because I’m the one being difficult… Oh…oh… You need to stop that, Potter… Right now…”
Shut up.
“I’m s-serious… you reaaally need to stop that.” Harry ignored him, lowering the rest of his body down, and relaxing his grip so he could rub his hands down Draco’s arms. “Potter…”
It doesn’t mean anything…
“I’d really like to-hell-believe you… but you’ve got a hand on my hip, and your other one, oh hell…” He broke off with a moan. “Your other is squeezing my nipple… and I really can’t ignore that…”
Try harder.
“Fuck… fuck, Potter…” His head fell back limply, unable to find the will to pull away from the hands tearing off his shirt. “…What are you doing?”
I want to drown in you… your scent, your flesh… He buried his face against Draco’s bare chest, mouth open and trailing over his skin. Sorry, I tried but I can’t stop…
“Relax, Potter, I… I’m not going anywhere. Hell… just calm down.” Gods, that felt so good. Did he really…? Hell, did he actually want him? Why else would he…?
Stop saying that. You… you need to get away from me… fight… He sucked on Draco’s collarbone, marking him with a path of pink, flushed skin. Fight me…
Hell, he really wanted him. “I’m not going to fight you.”
Harry growled. Why not?
Draco’s head lolled to the side, his breath coming out in harsh pants as he lied through his teeth. “…Don’t want to.”
You’re hard.
“The couple of hours I was conscious after getting that collar off, I was pretty much in a permanent state of arousal. Doesn’t mean anything; just the stupid Veela.”
…Am I not worthy?
“Gods, of course you’re worthy.” Draco assured with a groan. “I need… I’m not strong enough right now.”
Harry chewed on his lip nervously, watching his somewhat darker hands play over Draco’s chest. You really mean that?
Glancing over timidly, Draco nodded. “Yeah. Wait for my seal to be removed, and I will fuck you up so bad you won’t know what even hit you.”
Trembling, Harry’s grip tightened again. I want that. Want you. Need you.
Draco grabbed his hands to keep them still, because the tighter Harry held, the better it felt, and the more his instincts told him to claw right back. “I know… but not now. Calm down. Scent right? Focus on that.”
Taste is better. Harry confided lowly, struggling for control.
Draco raised a brow and pulled Harry’s left hand to his lips, licking Harry’s wrist hesitantly. “…You’re right.”
Harry stared speechless, trapped hand turning and trailing over Draco’s mouth. He leaned down. I…
“I believe I mentioned something along the lines of eating glass.” Draco said brusquely, turning his head away. Gods, if Harry didn’t get off of him he was going to die.
Harry groaned and laid his head on Draco’s chest, feeling the way Draco’s heart pounded frantically beneath the smooth flesh. He breathed deep, rubbing Draco’s stomach. Sorry… I shouldn’t have… You’re angry.
Draco shuddered at the touch, fighting his reaction. “No Potter, I’m just bloody brilliant. Here I am, worried you’re going to die before my very eyes, and when you do finally wake up, you pull this shit on me. No ‘hi Malfoy, how you doing, oh, nice to see you’re still alive.’ No-I have to put up with some weird, sadistic-horribly hot, by the way, mating rit-well… you know damn well what it is, considering you initiated it…” Draco continued to look blankly ahead, ignoring the hand running over his jaw and flushed cheek. “I’m about to burst, it’s not even funny.”
With a quiet moan, Harry wrapped fingers tight into Draco’s hair. I initiated it? You, you were the one whispering sweet nothings… something about dressing me in silks and hiding me away in your closet… Harry pressed his parted lips to one of the pink blotches on Draco’s chest. I’m a little slow, granted, but I’m not stupid.
Blushing, Draco darted his eyes to Harry’s. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
Oh… Harry watched Draco carefully, the manic gleam in his eyes faded but far from gone. Was it a lie?
Draco shrugged, feeling distinctively uncomfortable. The wrong move right now could scare Potter off forever, and given his obvious denial of his needs he doubted the boy could really handle the truth. “If I say yes, will you stop trying to beat your way into my pants-stop that!” Harry’s hand paused for a moment before resuming the slow walk down his side.
I’m not trying to get into your pants. Harry growled, even as he slid two fingers beneath the band of Draco’s trousers. You smell nice.
“Your hand is…” Draco gave up with a frustrated sigh, glaring up at the ceiling. “You’re trying to make me angry.”
Fight me.
“I told you no.” Oh, but his annoying Veela was saying yes. The fucking prat couldn’t see that Potter was obviously far too unstable right now, and fucking Potter couldn’t see that he was far too unstable, and hell, why did he have to suffer because Potter was not in his right mind? This was so not fair.
I need a reason… a proper one. Harry hissed insistently.
“I already-” Draco grabbed the straying hand, only to have it turn on him and twist his wrist. “Damn it, can’t you see I’m not bloody strong enough? Calm the fuck down!”
Harry shook his head, looking murderous. It was quiet, dark, peaceful-I didn’t feel a damn thing. I don’t like feeling like this! You should have left me there! Why the fuck couldn’t you leave me alone?
“What… leave you to die?!” Draco stared up at the boy incredulously.
Yes! It… it was so quiet… Why did you…? Why couldn’t you just…? I-I have nothing for you! Why?!
Draco closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. It was a fucking nightmare. He was living his worst bloody nightmare. “Get off me. Now.”
Something in Draco’s voice caught his attention, and Harry moved, crouching to the side as Draco rolled and rose to his feet.
“Get up. You wanted a fight, right?”
I thought you weren’t strong enough. Harry stood up slowly, eyes tight on Draco. Thought you didn’t want to.
“Yeah, well that was before I realized just how fucking weak you are.” Draco spat, stalking around Harry’s still form, his eyes a molten silver. “Come on! You want to die that fucking bad, it can be by my hands! I’ll make all the hurt go away!”
Please… Harry spread his arms wide, making no move to defend himself. Make it stop. I just want the quiet again…
“Son of a-!” Snarling, Draco grabbed the boy by his neck. “Who the fuck are you?!” It was just too much, too many inconsistencies. Even at his worst Potter wasn’t like this. Harry didn’t know cruelty like this. Everything out of this person’s mouth had been designed to hurt him from the very beginning. “Get your god damn Fae problems away from Potter’s brain!”
Gold detailed eyes laughed back at him. Clever dragon. Harry smiled, too brightly, too viciously. It’s my brain. He’s just visiting.
“No! He’s not dead yet. You can’t take him from me.”
Poor little dragon… Do you actually think he cares for you?
“Shut up.” Draco’s grip tightened.
He can’t give you what you want… what you need. Let him go. I’m tired, and your damn voice refuses to be silent.
“So what, are you going to kill me? That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? He wants to keep going while you want death, and I won’t let him go. I heard you were messed up, Nox Ămor, but I didn’t think you were this fucked.”
Nox Ămor’s smile was deadly. Do you think I won’t? I’ve killed far more than you can even imagine. Walk away while you can. He doesn’t need you.
Laughing lowly, Draco shook his head. “And you even lie. What was all that? Mating rituals? Mental warfare? You should know mind games don’t suit Potter.”
But they suit me, and at the end of it all, he is just a small part of me. Contrary to what he wants, I get final say.
“No you don’t.” Draco hissed. “Stay dead if you want, I don’t give a shit. But this is Potter’s life, and right now you’re just poor company.”
What are you going to do? Kick me out of my own body? How brazen. Have you forgotten you are My Candidate?
Draco flinched at the reminder, but he didn’t back down. He had made his decision more than a week ago. “It’s Potter’s body. You’re just a damn haunt hiding in the shadows, ruining his bloody life with your past mistakes. No one asked you to show up again.”
…No. No one asked me. Nox Ămor studied Draco’s face. I was happy in the dark. I was happy being dead and frozen. Then someone had to go and wake me up. Twice. In less than two damn decades… I’m tired. He suddenly grabbed the hand wrapped around his throat, covering it and squeezing tightly, forcing his own throat to crack from the pressure. Let me go back.
“No one’s stopping you.” Draco answered levelly. “But there is no way in hell you’re taking him with you. Go. Get lost. Mope in a fucking corner for all I care. Potter stays.”
Nox Ămor gave a chilling smile. Let me make it simple for you. If you don’t kill me, I’m going to kill you. There is nothing here for you.
Draco smiled right back. “You can’t kill yourself, can you? You don’t even have enough control to take over his body. What did you think, that I’d accidentally kill you while fighting? That my hormones or my instincts would win, and I’d forget that Potter’s half dead in the hospital ward, and I’d push too far? You’ve been dead too long, friend.”
Annoyance flashed in Nox Ămor’s eyes. Then you die. It took nothing for the brunette to remove Draco’s hand and reverse their position, Draco’s neck snapped back harshly in the strangle hold. Now, if you are swift, you may be able to escape and stop me… but I don’t think you have it in you. From what I’ve seen, your cowardice rules your motor skills.
*Continued in CH55 pt2*
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