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Chasing the Dragon	By : CalyB Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Well here�s another new chapter for you guys. I�m really sorry it took me so long to get it written and put up. Anyways I really hope you like it and I will try my best to get the next few chapters up as soon as I can.
Disclaimer: Not mine, please don�t sue
Thank you very much to all my reviewers and a Special thank you as always to Lucy.
On with the show.
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After leaving Harry dumbfounded and in pain - just the way I like him, I make my way down to the kitchens. Once I arrive, I promptly have a house elf bring me the chocolate cake I am suddenly craving. Unfortunately, as soon as I began to enjoy the tasty treat none other than Mr. Potter walks in, looking a lot less angry than I had expected.
�Nice limp Harry� I am so proud of myself.

�Fuck you Draco� Yes, yes you did

�That wouldn�t exactly help� now would it?� Although I doubt it could hurt.

He rolls his eyes and takes the seat beside me, beckoning another house elf to bring him some pumpkin juice - which looks mighty tasty I might add - along with various other snacks. Noticing the small bruise beginning to form on his eye, I turn to him.
�Are you gonna have Pomfrey heal that?� I mean seriously, it's right there on his face where everyone can see. Has he no pride in his personal appearance?

�Yes, but I wanted to have a bite first� if you must know.� He is way too calm about this whole thing� it�s unsettling.

�Well, you did deserve it.� Yes, yes you did

�So do you.� Huh?

I am about to ask what he means by that, when I feel a large amount of liquid being poured over my head - Harry Potter has just poured his pitcher of Pumpkin juice all over me and it got in my hair� punishment must be swift and painful. I sit for a moment contemplating the last few moment�s events. I suck a breath of air through my teeth and being to shake my head up and down silently, contemplating my next move. Glancing over at Harry I see that he is quietly eating his meal as if he hasn�t done anything at all - the pure audacity enrages me� but what to do? I look back down at the lovely and now ruined piece of cake I was eating and it occurs to me that it would make a lovely mask for our dear golden boy. Without another thought I casually pick up my destroyed treat and smash it into the face of the boy beside me. Then just as he had done I pick up an apple and begin to eat it casually.
Before I even realize what�s happening a full fledged food fight has broken out - house elves running for cover as fast as their little legs can carry them. I chase Harry around the table throwing everything I can get my hands on at him - well everything that will not cause damage� I�ll save that for later�when fewer clothes are involved. Pretty soon I have him trapped between me and the wall, he moves right - then left - then right again not exactly sure of where to go. Suddenly he fakes going left only to go right too fast, slips on some whipped cream and lands in my arms.
�Watch yourself Potter� you could get hurt.�
�Thanks� here let me get that for you.�
Without further explanation he licks a trail of chocolate sauce along my jaw - bringing his lips to rest at my ear.
�Anywhere else you need me to clean?� Ohhhh, yes

I shudder at the insinuation and quickly pull his face to mine. I must admit. Harry Potter is an excellent kisser. We move backwards as a unit, until I feel the back of my knees hit the table, where we were previously dining. In one smooth movement I reach a hand behind me, slinging everything resting on the table crashing to the floor. Harry lifts me up slightly and I slip back onto the table, pulling the eager Gryffindor on top of me. He breaks the kiss suddenly, leaning back to tug off my robes, reveling my very naked form. Not wanting to waste any time, I grab a hold of his tie - forcefully bringing him in for another kiss.
Soon enough he begins to take the lead, softening the kiss before trailing gently almost innocent little pecks down my body. I feel the heat of his mouth over me and I am a little more than excited. I want this I need this I-.
�Potter! Malfoy! What are you - PEOPLE EAT ON THAT TABLE!� And the conspiracy continues.

Instantly recognizing the voice of McGonagall - I close my eyes clenching them tightly, trying desperately not to get expelled for murdering a professor. Then while simultaneously using my robe to cover me, Harry looks up at the intruder smiling weakly.
�Hi Professor.� Bye professor.

�Do not �Hi� me Mr. Potter. I do not want to know what has been going on here, though I have a pretty good idea and I must say that I am appalled. 25 points from Slytherin and Gryffindor, now both of you go back to your common rooms immediately - separate common rooms.� Now where�s the fun in that?

�Yes Professor� He's not serious... hopefully he's just trying to appease her.

As soon as she�s gone, we launch into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Once the giggle fest has calmed down to a minimum, he lifts off me slowly - standing to the side, holding a hand out to help me up. I grab hold of his hand, pulling myself off the table. We stand for a moment, contemplating what to do next, then without warning he grabs the back of my head, brining me in for the most passionate kiss to date. Once oxygen has become an issue, we break apart slowly, resting our foreheads together - breathing heavily.
�Goodnight Draco� What?

He smiles widely and leaves the kitchen without waiting for a response.
Well isn�t this typical. Once again poor Draco is left all alone very excited and unfulfilled - not to mention practically naked� typical. Grabbing my wand off the floor I cast a quick cleaning spell on myself to remove the remnants of tonight�s escapades
I head back to my common room quickly trying my best to avoid students and professors. I just want to sit in front of the fire and relax. Unfortunately once I reach the entrance I am immediately accosted by Blaise.
�DRACO! Where have you been? I have been looking everywhere for you. What happened with you...�

�Blaise� I fucked Harry Potter.

�� and Potter? Where is he? Granger and��
�Blaise� He loved it.

�� Weasley have been driving me insane looking for him. I really need-�
�BLAISE� And he was screaming my name.

�What?�
�Would you please calm the fuck down, not to mention breathe. Everything�s fine, I�m fine, Potter�s fine� everyone is fine.�
�Good because I really need to talk to you.� When do you not?

�About what?� Need me to show you how to tie your shoes again.

�You know... that thing between us... a couple of months ago.� Not really.

�Yeah.�
�You never told anyone did you?� Why would I? It's not like I would get anything out of it.

�Of course not why� do you want me to?� I always suspected he did it for the fame.

�NO! As a matter of fact I would appreciate it greatly if you never tell anyone� ever.� Excuse me?

�And why not?� There are many names associated with me � sexy, gorgeous, sex-god � *shame* is *not* one of them!

�Oh don�t get me wrong Draco, you were a fantastic lay� best I ever had actually, just after what Potter did today.� Best ever? I knew it!

�What are you talking about?�
�You didn�t hear?�
�Obviously not.�
�Where have you been? Potter pulled his wand on Lavender Brown this morning during breakfast. A few reliable sources told me he got half of the killing curse out before Granger stopped him.�
�He tried to kill one of his Gryffindors� why?�
�Well apparently she made the mistake of telling him you fucked her. So now maybe you can understand my need for secrecy. I mean I love you Draco, you�re a great friend but I do not want to die for you. � So much for relaxing

�I�m going to kill that bastard! Who does he think he is anyway? First I can�t even get anyone to touch me because he made everyone think I was crazy and now he�s threatening people� this is unacceptable.�
�Draco, I think you need to calm down.�
�I think you need to mind your own business.�
�What are you going to do? Go charging up to the lions den� alone?�
�As a matter of fact� yes.�
�Come on Draco, they all hate you with the exception of none. Do you really think they�ll just let you in to kill their golden boy? They�d eat you alive and you know it�
�Maybe not, since he did try to kill some of them first.�
�No, all that did was to ensure no Gryffindors talk to you under any circumstances. Now just go to bed� you can kill him in the morning.�
�Ok fine� I�m going to go take a shower.�
�Do whatever you like, just stay in the dungeons.�
�Yes mother.�
I make my way to the showers still seething. Who does Harry Potter think he is? Ah that�s just it isn�t it, he *is* Harry Potter, therefore he can do whatever he pleases. I don�t think so. I climb into the shower and let the cool water relax me.
Once I arrive back to my room I see Blaise is already asleep, not feeling like sitting up by myself all night I climb into my bed and force myself to sleep.
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I wake up to the feeling of someone tapping a finger - at least I hope it�s a finger, to my forehead. Oh come on I just went to sleep, can�t I have at least a few more hours?
�Come on Draco, time to get up.�
�No, don�t wanna�
�Come on Draco, we�re going to miss breakfast.�
�Don�t care, go away.�
�The quicker you get up the quicker you can kill Potter.�
Suddenly our conversation from last night comes flooding to my mind as I all but jump out of bed.
�I�m up, I�m up.�
�Good, now I thought about it and I think your best course of action is the surprise approach.�
�Oh it�ll be a surprise� trust me.�
�You didn�t let me finish.�
�My deepest apologies� please continue.�
�Anyway, like I was saying you need the element of surprise. You can�t just waltz into the great Hall and throw yourself at him screaming like a mad man.� Well there goes plan A.

�Then what should I do o� wise one.�
�Go to Gryffindor Tower and wait for him.�
�But what about them eating me alive?�
�That was last night, when they would have all been there. Right now they are all most likely at breakfast.�
�And just how do you suppose I get in.�
�Like any good Slytherin would, find a first year and threaten him or her into giving you the password.�
I make my way through the dungeons without incident. Thankfully no one tries to approach me. I do not have time to speak to any of them... I'm on a mission. A search and destroy kind of mission.
Luck is on my side this morning as the first group of Gryffinors I see are obviously first years, and if they aren't, I pity them. I approach them confidently. I pick the weakest of the group and motioning her to come with me - which she does with out hesitation. Being a prefect does have its advantages after all. Successfully free of prying eyes and ears I back the frightened girl into a corner.<
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"Do you know who I am?"
She looks down at the ground, bites her lip and nods.
"Then you know that I am a mean and evil Slytherin and I could curse you into oblivion just for fun."
Her eyes widen in fear and she nods taking a small step back.
"Good, now that the formalities are over... I need the password to your common rooms."
She shakes her head furiously at me. This may be a little tougher than I had anticipated.
"Look kid, if yon'on't give it to me, I'll curse you with hairy warts all over your face"
Again she shakes her head. Ok need to try a different approach.
"I'll torture you to death."
Shake, Shake.
"I'll kill your family."
Shake, Shake.
"I'll cast Imperious on you and make you kill all of your friends."
Shake, Shake.
"Do you have a pet/P> /P>

Nod.
"An owl?"
Nod.
"Do you want to keep it?
Nod.
"Then tell me the password or I'll feed you its heart."
Her eyes widen slightly but she continues to shake her head. Damn Gryffindor and their stupid, whatever it is that prevents me from getting what I want. All I want to do is kill their fearless leader... I don't see what so - hey, I've got an idea.
"You know Harry Potter right?"
Nod
"Well he's the one that asked me to come to your common room, but he forgot to give me the password. I 'm afraid he will be very upset if I do not show up, not to mention he will be extremely angry at you for not helping me."
"Nogardyotsyrrah."
"Nogardyotsyrrah?"
Nod.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"I dun know... Harry chose it."
"You may go."
She exits quickly making a littqueaqueaking noise as she goes. As soon as she�s out of sight I turn and begin the long trek to Gryffindor Tower.
Who the hell came up with the brilliant idea to stick all the heroes up here? Honestly, what if there was a fire or something, who would save the rest of us while the Gryffidors were up here burning to death unable to escape. I thought my long walk to the dungeons was bad. I wonder if that's some kind of symbolism. The noble lions take the stairway to heaven while the snakes make the decent to Hell. Damn Dumbledore and his favoritism. I finally reach the entrance to the tower, unfortunately the portrait does not look happy to see me. She raises an eyebrow before taking on a haughty expression.
"Password"
"Nogardyotsyrrah."
She barely has time to wipe the smug expression off her face before the portrait swings open and allows me entrance into enemy territory. I poke my head in to see if anyone is around and my luck holds out again, the place seems to be deserted.
Stepping in completely I notice a set of stairs where I assume the dorms are and begin to make my way over to them, when suddenly I hear laughing and what sounds like a herd of people descending the very stairs I need to get up. Glancing around the room quickly I make a snap decision and dive behind one of the many couches, hoping against hope I am not discovered. Not that I fear them or anything, it's just � one of the key ingredients in being a Slytherin is stealth and if I can get caught doing something this simple than well... I'll be a laughing stock� again.
Once the cost is clear, I use my arms to drag myself halfway from behind the couch, just in case there is anyone left... they may not see me this close to the floor... I hope. Seeing no one, I stand and once again head for the stairs. Eventually I come to a split in the stairs and am not sure of where to go next. I try to remember which is the boy�s side and which is the girls. I've slept with enough Gryffindors to know this but at the time I wasn't interested in conversation. Relying solely on instinct I start up the right side and since they have not yet turned into a big slide, I assume I made the right choice.
Trying desperately to remember which room is Potters, I begin my search. Finnigan told me a time or two which room he was in - most likely hoping I'd drop in to pay him a visit. I wish I had paid more attention, being that he is one of Potters roommates and all. Finally reaching the room I believe to be my destination, I place my hand on the door knob and without so much as a second�s hesitation, I enter. The room is thankfully deserted as well, I hate to imagine what would have happened if the Weasel had been here.
Through the process of elimination I find Potter�s bed and after pulling back the curtains, I take a seat and wait. After about oh a minute or two, I begin to get bored and decided to go through Potter�s things. I look through his drawers first but there doesn�t seem to be anything here of interest. I few old quidditch magazines, an extra pair of glasses, some handkerchiefs, mail... boring. Where does he keep the good incriminating stuff - oh I know. I quickly jump off the bed and duck under it, and sure enough there is a little black box, I pull it out and get back onto the bed. I try to do a simple unlocking spell but it seems to be warded heavily... now I have to know what�s in here.
After finding the correct combination of spells the top finally pops open. What I find there has me caught between shock and rage, who would have thought Harry Potter of all people would have something like this is his possession. I move to the edge of the bed and begin to take the items out one by one, awaiting Potter�s arrival.
I hear the door open and my head snaps up immediately, I would have a lot of explaining to do if anyone but Potter were to find me here. He closes the door and begins towards me, a wide smile on his face. Before he can get any closer I grab the most offensive item I pulled from the box and jump off the bed, meeting him halfway - shoving the accessory in his face.
�What the hell is this Potter?�
�What is what?�
�This.�
�I have no idea.�
�It�s a collar. I found under *your* bed.�
�Snooping were you?�
�I�m a Slytherin, that�s my job� and don�t try to change the subject.�
�So it�s a collar� so what?�
�There is a drawing of me wearing it.�
�Doesn�t make it mine.�
�It says property of Harry Potter�
�Maybe it�s Seamuse's.�
�H-a-r-r-y P-o-t-t-e-r�
�I can�t help what goes on in his twisted little brain. Just the other day he was in here singing about how he was a leprechaun and something about a pot of gold and lucky charms� personally I think he�s hittin� the bottle.�
�Why would Finnigan fantasize about me wearing thi- where�d it go?�
�Where�d what go?�
�The collar.�
�What collar?�
�You know very well what collar, it was right here in this box - now where�s the damn box?�
�Draco� are you ok? I haven�t seen a box or a collar. Maybe you should lie down.�
�Where is it Potter?�
�I told you I don�t know what you�re talking about.�
�I know you hid it or something.�
�How can I hide something I�m not even sure exists.�
I narrow my eyes challengingly at him before practically throwing myself under his bed, no not there. I stand up quickly and proceed to tear the room apart looking for what I know is here. He doesn't even stop me, the arrogant ass, he knows I won�t find it, but what could he have done with it? It was here I know it was. After my search comes up empty handed I begin to pace the room mumbling what I hope is incoherently to myself. I am shaken out of my small mental breakdown when I hear Harry talking to me.
�Why don�t you come sit by me�� pats the bed beside him �� and we can talk about this.�
I walk over eyeing him cautiously, taking a seat at the very end of the bed, before turning to him fully.
�Don�t you dare patronize me. I know there was a collar and I will find it.�
�Later� but now.�
He grabs me by the back of my robes and hauls me further onto the bed. He lays his body over mine, effectively pinning me under him. I am still angry so I try to resist at first by thrusting my hips up, hoping to buck him off. Unfortunately all it seems to do is excite him more. He moans loudly and begins grinding his hips frantically against mine. Once I feel his mouth on my neck, I forget all about collars and pictures and bloody leprechauns, just giving into the pleasure. I hook a leg around his and successfully roll him over, reversing our positions. I tear at his robes desperately trying to get them off while leaning my head down slightly to bite at his collar bone. I feel his arms go around my neck and then I hear a snap. I tear myself from his grasp and my hands fly immediately to my own neck... damn.
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