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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: Sorry once again you guys, that this took so very long� I�m a bitch, I know, I know. I�m going to try really hard to get the next few chapters out as soon as I can.
Thank you very much too all my reviewers, you guys truly rock.
And as always a special thank you to Lucy.
Now on with the show
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On my way to the kitchens I continue to stew over the events that have taken place in the last half hour. That bastard hit me, not just an innocent slap, oh no. That son of a bitch *punched* me in the face. I just can�t believe it; there was no need for that. I know he's not submissive; even if I didn't there are nicer ways to show me... there was no reason to hit me. Ok, maybe I did hit him first, but that was in the throws of passion; it was completely beyond my control. He must be punished... oh yes. I arrive to the kitchens to find Draco already there, sitting peacefully enjoying what appears to be a very taste piece of cake. I walk in casually, masking my anger very well, if I do say so myself.
�Nice limp Harry� Bastard

�Fuck you Draco�
�That wouldn�t exactly help� now would it?� Not really, no.

I roll my eyes reflectively, taking the seat beside him. Summoning a house elf, I politely ask him to fetch me some pumpkin juice, pudding and a few other treats. We sit in silence for a moment before I feel him turn to me.
�Are you gonna have Pompfrey heal that?� No, I think I'll leave it, so then the whole school can say I, �The Great Harry Potter�, am Draco Malfoy's bitch... I think not.

�Yes, but I wanted to have a bite first� if you must know.� Not to mention enact swift and painful vengeance.

�Well, you did deserve it.� I most certainly did not... well, not at the time.

�So do you.�
He turns his head toward me slightly, no doubt to ask what I mean by that, but before he's able to open his mouth, I empty my entire pitcher of pumpkin juice on his head. He's not going to be too happy about that. He has some kind of weird obsession with his hair, and now I've gone and got it all wet and sticky... I'll be lucky to leave this kitchen with all my appendages. I, however, am Harry Potter and must show no fear, so I pick up another small piece of cake and begin to eat it leisurely - pointedly ignoring the soaking wet boy beside me. Suddenly and very unexpectedly I see a hand full of soggy cake coming straight for my face, but I have no time to dodge it before it makes contact. I am in complete shock, I would never have expected Draco to voluntarily get his hands dirty just to get back at me... this is very distressing. I underestimated him and now he's eating an apple like he's the most innocent person in the world.
I grab a hand full of chocolate pudding to retaliate and before I know it, the kitchens have become a sweet, sugary war zone. House elves are scattering left and right, as the laughing Slytherin chases me around trying to put rice pudding down my pants. Unfortunately I realize too late that I have gotten myself in quite the predicament, back to the wall with a Slytherin - holding a bowl of pudding and an evil grin on his face, blocking my only escape. I have to get out of this; I fake going left, and then go right... a little too fast and fall. Fortunately for me there is someone there to catch me.
�Watch yourself Potter� you could get hurt.�
�Thanks� here let me get that for you.�
I lean in close, licking a trail of chocolate sauce from his jaw - damn I have good aim - bringing my lips to rest by his ear.
�Anywhere else you need me to clean?� I know I can think of several places, I'd like to have my mouth right now.

He shudders slightly, but recovers quickly, pulling me into a frenzied kiss. We move together as one, eventually reaching the table where all this began. Without breaking contact, Draco reaches a hand behind himself, sending what was remaining on the table careening to the floor. I lift him up slightly, placing him on the table; he lies back immediately - pulling me on top of him. Deciding that we are wearing way too much clothing, I reluctantly break the kiss, leaning back to pull off his robes. I almost cry at the sight... Draco Malfoy laid out for me naked and panting. I do not have time to just sit back and admire it however, as one of his hands shoots out grabbing my tie - forcefully pulling me back down for another kiss.
Gradually I begin to take more control, softening the kiss, before ending it completely - starting to trail soft, teasing little kisses down the length of his body. Soon enough I have his cock before me and I can't wait to taste it... I've been thinking of almost nothing else for months. I release a breath of hot air and can feel him shiver lightly, I open my mouth a little wider and -
�Potter! Malfoy! What are you - PEOPLE EAT ON THAT TABLE!� Damn! I really wanted to do it this time... I did!

Suddenly realizing the delicacy - not to mention the embarrassment of the situation, I pull Draco's robes together covering him as best as I can and look at my head of house, smiling shyly.
�Hi Professor.� Isn't it way past your bed time?

�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 amallealled. 25 points from Slytherin and Gryffindor, now both of you go back to your common rooms immediately - separate common rooms." And I'm sure this has nothing to do with the fact that you haven�t gotten laid in oh, I don't know� about a hundred years?

�Yes Professor�
Once she's out of sight I immediately break into a fit of uncontainable laughter... Draco follows soon after. Eventually we both calm down to quiet giggles, and deciding we should probably be on our way, I climb off him carefully - extending a hand to help him up. We stand in silence for a minute or two; neither of us exactly sure what to say. Without much thought, I grab the back of his head bringing him in for the most spectacular kiss I've experienced... so far anyway. Pulling away slowly, I rest my forehead against his, trying desperately to catch my breath.
�Goodnight Draco�
I give him one of my most charming smiles, then depart for Gryffindor Tower... and the question brigade.
I barely make it through the portrait hole before someone grabs me by the back of my robes, shoving me into one of the many over stuffed chairs occupying our lovely common room.
"Where the HELL have you been!" Naked with Draco Malfoy.

"I was just-" Having sex with Draco Malfoy.

"Did you even think to consider that some people may have been-" Interrupting bitches... yeah I have.

"Hermione."
"- worried about you? Well, did you? What happened? Seamus ran into the great hall shouting that Malfoy kidnapped you and was-" Damn Seamus... I knew that was mistake.

"Mione"
"- probably torturing you to death or something! We pounded on the door but no one answered us! YOU didn't answer us, I couldn't concentrate in classes all day and you act like you don't even care... my school work was affected Harry! We even went down to the dungeons to try and find you!"
After her tirade is over she just stands there looking at me - expecting me to say something I suppose... like it'll matter.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Do I have to?

"About what?"
"Where you were!" I was fucking Draco Malfoy... we've been over this.

"I was with Malfoy."
"I know that!" Oh, that�s right, I forgot... you know *everything*.

"Then why do you keep asking? I'm here aren't I, perfectly fine and very much alive. When will you people realize that I can take care of myself?"
"That's not an explanation." What more do you want?

Feeling my anger rise I jump out of the chair. Who does she think she is? An explanation? I don't owe anyone a fucking explanation. I'm an adult more than capable of taking care of myself.
"What else do you want me to say? That me and Malfoy locked ourselves in a room and had amazing sex for hours, that I couldn�t have cared less that you were worried, because I was too busy getting fucked at the time. Excuse me if I didn't come to open the fucking door to tell you to fuck off. Is that all? Or would you like some more of the sordid details?"
"I WOULD!"
"SHUT UP SEAMUS!"
I fall back into the chair, bringing my hands up to rub my temples.
"Can't I do anything without have to be interrogated about it?"
"Of course you can... it's just Seamus acted like Malfoy was going to kill you. How was I supposed to know he shagged you instead?" And again... Voldemort... tears.

"Come on Mione, you know Seamus is a drama queen. You should never take anything he says seriously. Besides, do you really think I couldn't handle myself against Draco?"
"It's not that, it just... oh hell, I over reacted... sue me."
"Where's Ron?"
"He went to bed... didn't want to be here for this." Lucky him

"Smart man."
"So... how was it?"
"Why, Miss Granger... you wouldn't want the sordid details� now would you?"
"I might."
"You kinky little thing. It was fantastic actually, everything I thought it would be."
"I would think so."
"What'd you mean?"
"Have you seen yourself? You look like you were mauled by a lion, and then dumped in a garbage bin."
I lift a hand to run through my hair, and realize that it is no where near possible. My hair is firmly planted to my head, by only god knows what... maybe I should go take a shower.
"Yeah, kinda forgot about all this... we sorta got in a fight in the kitchens, but that was before McGonagall showed up"
"McGonagall?"
"Yeah, she caught us in a rather� interesting position, on one of the tables in the kitchens, she took twenty five points from each of us, but at least we didn't get detention or anything."
"Harry, the kitchens... really"
"What? I seem to remember a certain Gryffindor Prefect getting caught in the charms room in a similar position not too long ago."
"Oh shut up."
"Thought so."
"Well, I'm going to go take a shower now, I feel quiet disgusting."
"Ok... just remember we've got potions early tomorrow, you need some sleep."
"Yes mam�n"
I make my way towards the Gryffindor Boy�s shower but at the last minute decide to use the prefect�s bathroom. Sure it's a little out of the way, but it's much nicer. Taking a quick left I walk through a few abandoned passages, ones I'm sure only the spiders and I know about. Making it there in record time, I quickly disrobe and step into the bath, which is already filled and heated... it must have a charm on it or something. I must ask Hermione about that later. Taking my time, I wash the remnants of tonight�s events off my body, hands lingering every so often on a small bruise or bite mark. I could just heal them I guess, but I'd rather not. I'd like to remember every one, how it got there, and what it felt like. Once I'm finished I dry off quickly, grabbing the clean robes the elves must have left for me, and dress.
The walk back to the tower is a lonely one. No sane person is awake at this hour, and for some reason I am wide awake... I think I'll go flying. Changing my direction I start off towards the Quidditch shed. I see Filtch on the way, but by now he doesn�t even question what I'm doing, just sneers at me and walks the other way. I'm half way to my destination when I see someone just above me in the corridor, not sure of who it is I speed up, very interested in who would be up at this hour besides me. Dumbledore, I should have known... does that man ever sleep? I am about fifteen or so feet from him, when he stops - turning to face me.
"Harry my boy... I've been looking for you." Shit, he spoke to McGonagall.

"Have you?" Play innocent... you're good at it.

"Yes, I wanted to talk to you about the incident in the Great Hall at breakfast." There was an incident?

"Not about the kitchens?" Good going big mouth.

"No no, although I will have to ask you to be a little more discrete... you almost gave poor Professor McGonagall a heart attack."
"Sorry."
"Quite all right, now, I wanted to talk to you about the incident with Miss. Brown." Lavender?

"There was an incident?"
"From what I understand, yes... there may have been an unforgivable involved if I'm not mistaken." Oh yeah, I completely forgot about that. Mental note: next time you try to kill Lavender, make sure there are no witnesses.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that sir, my temper just got a little out of control is all. It won't happen again." While there are people around anyway.

"See that it doesn't. And may I remind you, Mr. Potter, that the only reason you are not on your way to Azkaban right now is because of who you are." It's good to be the 'Boy Who Lived'.

"Of course"
"Good night Harry."
"Good night Sir." If this where anyone else, I do it again in a heartbeat � just to prove I can� but let�s face it� Dumbledore could really kick my ass.
Nodding briefly, I continue on my way - feeling very secure in the feeling that I am Harry Potter and can do no wrong... very happy about that. I finally reach the shed and find, to my surprise, that it's warded - most likely for keeping students like me from flying this late. I break them easily, and after grabbing my trusty firebolt, I take off. I've always loved flying, the feeling of the wind in my hair and knowing that when I'm up here, I have no one to answer to. It's just me and the sky. I fly around the pitch a few times, then make a few laps around the castle, to the forbidden forest and back again. I get bored with this quickly, bse ase although I love flying there's just something about having someone else there, someone you can talk to, have fun with, someone you can race against, someone you can... beat. Which is, at least in my case, anyone else� although some provide more of a challenge than others.
Seeing the sun coming up over the horizon, I realize how late - or early it has gotten. Where did the time go? I land quickly, placing the broom back in the shed and resetting the wards. I suppose if I hurry, I can get at least a few hours sleep, and judging by the way I left Draco panting last night... I'm gonna need them. Oh how I wish you could apparate in this blasted school� these stairs are killing me. Finally reaching my bed, I collapse on it, not bothering to remove my robes; they are clean after all... I'll just wear them tomorrow.
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Someone is shaking me. Why is someone shaking me? Oh, it can't be time to get up already... I just closed my eyes. Life is so unfair.
"Come on Harry... time to get up."
"Fuck off and die... I'm not going anywhere."
"Well, I love you too, now get up... we've got that potions exam today and you can't afford to miss it."
I grumble quietly, pulling my covers over my head.
"Snape can kiss my ass... so can his potions."
I feel one one grasping at my nice comfy blankets right before they're viciously ripped off me.
"Harry, get up. If you don�t I'll sic Mione on you."
I contemplate this for a second or two before sitting up and throwing my legs over the edge of the bed.
"Fine, I'm up I'm up."
"Good, come on... before we miss breakfast."
We meet up with Hermione in the common room and head off to the great hall. Once we arrive I notice with some amusement that after seeing me Lavender quickly gulps down some pumpkin juice, grabs a biscuit, and runs from the hall. At this point I am feeling very satisfied with myself, and by now I'm sure the story has gotten around... insuring these people keep their hands off my Draco. He's Mine I tell you, Mine.
"Harry."
"MINE!" Did I just say that out loud?

A quick glance at Hermione confirms my suspicions that I did indeed.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh nothing, did you want something?"
"Just to tell you that you can sit down now. Instead of standing there with that weird psychotic expression... you�re scaring the first years."
"Sorry"
After taking my seat between her and Roneginegin to fill my plate with the various edibles available to me. I pop a small piece of toast in my mouth and glance up to find one of the first years � Sarah - I believe, staring at me as if I suddenly grew horns and was dancing naked on the table top.
"Yes?"
Just one word, just one little word and it wasn't even a bad one. I just wanted to know what she wanted... it's not as if I condemned her to death or something. Although the way she's carrying on you'd think other wise.
"Harry! What did you say to her?" Nothing bad I swear!

"Nothing, I swear, she was just staring at me so I said 'Yes' in a question type of way... I didn't expect her to cry."
Hermione rushes over to the small girl pulling her into her lap, rocking her gently. I see no reason to coddle her, she is upset for no reason... she's being foolish. I can hear the girl talking to Mione, but can't quite make out what she's saying, through all the blubbering. Shrugging it off, I continue to eat my breakfast... Mione can handle this herself, beside if I say something else, it's possible the girl may kill herself and I do not need that on my conscience.
"Harry."
"Yes Hermione?"
"I think you need to go back to the dorms."
"Why?"
"Because Malfoy's there."
" What... why... how?"
"Sarah just told me, that's why she was crying. Malfoy tricked her into giving him the password; he said you would be mad at her if she didn't." And people wonder what the down side to hero worship is... stupidity.

"All right."
Grabbing another piece of toast I take off for the tower, hoping no one else finds him there. If they do, I seriously doubt they'll turn him in, oh no... they'll have a go at him first. Then I will have to kill some people, mostly my friends... it just wouldn't be good. Couldn't he just have waited to see me at breakfast, I mean if he wants to shag that's one thing but to break into my tower to do it... when I'm not even there... that's just wrong.
Once I reach the portrait, I laugh, I forgot all about that password. I wonder if Draco figured it out... oh well doesn't matter, I'm on a mission. I walk through the deserted common room and it appears that, thankfully, everyone has left for breakfast. Running up the stairs it occurs to me that Malfoy has no idea where my rooms are; how could he? I never told him. I wonder if he went to the girl�s side first. Now that would have been a funny thing to see, the ever graceful and elegant Draco Malfoy sliding down a flight of stairs and falling flat on his ass. I'll check my room for him first, he did have a head start on me so he should have found it already... if not, I'll just have to hunt him down I guess.
Upon entering however, I realize immediately that whatever he initially came here to do, he has forgotten all about it. He found my black box. Just be cool Harry, he can't prove that it's yours. Jumping off of the bed he rushes towards me, slinging the special collar I made for him right in my face.
�What the hell is this Potter?� Play dumb... he can't prove a thing.

�What is what?�
�This.� It's a present I had made for you... I'm guessing you don't like it?

�I have no idea.�
�It�s a collar. I found under *your* bed.� Mental Note: Need new hiding place.

�Snooping, were you?�
�I�m a Slytherin, that�s my job� and don�t try to change the subject.� Well, at least I tried.

�So it�s a collar� so what?�
�There is a drawing of me wearing it.� mmmmm, I know

�Doesn�t make it mine.�
�It says property of Harry Potter�
�Maybe it�s Seamus'.�
�H-a-r-r-y P-o-t-t-e-r� I know my own name thank you very much.

�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.� It's not exactly a lie... he did do that.

While he's distracted by my little tale, I take the opporty toy to slip my wand out of my pocket and accio the collar, once it's successfully hidden in my pocket, I banish the remainder of the items to a special place.
�Why would Finnigan fantasize about me wearing thi- where�d it go?� hehehe

�Where�d what go?� Innocence is a virtue... that I don't really have... but I am an excellent actor.

�The collar.�
�What collar?�
�You know very well what collar, it was right here in this box - now where�s the damn box.� hehehe

�Draco� are you ok? I haven�t seen a box or a collar. Maybe you should lie down.� Then I could lie on top of you and we could-

�Where is it Potter?�
�I told you I don�t know what you�re talking about.�
�I know you hid it or something.� So what if I did? It�s mine to do with as I please.

�How can I hide something, I�m not even sure exists.� A very excellent actor.

He narrows his eyes accusingly before flinging himself under my bed. Coming up empty handed he begins to tear the room apart. Honestly, if he had any sense he would realize he had been watching me the whole time, that I couldn't have possibly done anything with it... he'd be wrong, but that's hardly the point. After his pointless search yields nothing he starts to pace around the room mumbling to himself about how he was not crazy, he was not his father and he would never spend an entire week thinking he was a llama. Hmm, I'll have to ask him about that later, but now... I'd like to get laid.
�Why don�t you come sit by me�� I pat the space beside me �� and we can talk about this.�
He walks over cautiously, taking a seat at the very edge of the bed - like I have some kind of disease or something, then turns fully to me.
�Don�t you dare patronize me. I know there was a collar and I will find it.� I seriously doubt that. But you can strip search me� if you like.

�Later� but now.�
Grabbing him by the back of the robes, I drag him further onto the bed, and then climb on top of him - effectively preventing him from getting away. He�s obviously still angry at me, by the way he's thrashing around and what not. Does he honestly think thrusting his hips up is going to deter me? Not able to help myself I moan loudly at his actions and begin to grind my hips forcefully into his. Leaning down slightly I begin to lick and kiss his neck - all actions to get me off stop immediately. In an unsuspected move he hooks a leg around mine, then turns over quickly reversing our positions. Almost instantly he begins tearing at my robes, I feel something fall against my side and realize it's the collar... it fell out of my pocket. Fortunately for me - in more ways than one - he starts biting at my collar bone, which means he's too distracted to notice little things falling out of my pockets. An idea forms in my head and I smile to myself. Carefully maneuvering the collar into my hand, I slip my arms around his neck... almost, just a little more and with a snap it's in place. Hearing the snap, he tears himself away from me - hands flying up to his neck, feeling the shiny new collar that now resides there... HA!
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