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�Persistence�

By Stacy Galore

A/N: I feel like I took a lot of the ideas for this
chapter from Jenniffer and Daniel, so I�m crediting you just in case.

Chapter 2: Rejection

The wound that Malfoy inflicted was nothing compared to the
gash he left on Theodore�s mind.
Everything the other boy spoke echoed in his head, leaving him in a
somber daze. But one thing haunted
him even more than the thought of his mother being less than an innocent
victim. That one thing plagued him
as he lay restlessly awake at night.
It infiltrated his dreams.

Draco Malfoy, that smug bastard, tormented him, even in his
sleep. In these nocturnal
invasions, Malfoy was exactly the same as he was that day, pinned beneath
Theodore with that maddening, shrewd smirk. But Theodore saw him quite differently. He wasn�t the annoying boy he�d grown
up with, the reluctant playmate, the �friend� by default. He was perfect, marble skin and comfortingly
warm flesh. He was enticing, hot
breath and inviting, wet lips.
Draco was the physical embodiment of desire – not just a person,
but a transcendental flame threatening to consume Theodore. And to his utter horror, he wanted to be consumed. He could feel every soft curve and sharp angle of Draco�s
body through his form-fitting, white fencing robes as evidently as if they were
both naked. Every night their lips came impossibly close, as Theodore lay above
him, captivated by Draco�s scent and his heat, unable to move. This carnal hunger was coupled with
frustration, for their lips never met, no matter how desperately Theodore
wanted to kiss him. These dreams
were so lucid that he�d wake up with an erection he couldn�t ignore, and
sometimes he�d wake up with sticky sheets. The shame of this was more humiliating than the fact that
Malfoy beat him at fencing. That
arrogant little prat was right.

Theodore undoubtedly wanted what he could not have.

The attraction came out of nowhere. It wasn�t something that developed over
time. It was a desire that lay
dormant, waiting to manifest itself once the catalyst became apparent. Theodore
wasn�t inherently sexual, especially for a teen-aged boy. He�d gone through the motions of
puberty with detached apathy, shrugging off the errant erections as a
bothersome consequence of reaching adulthood. Nobody ever piqued his interest enough to call it an
attraction. Nobody was ever worth
(or worthy of) getting a proper hard-on for. He�d never kissed anybody, touched anybody, or even wanked
to the thought of anybody specific.
Until that moment, Theodore was quite asexual.

It was incredibly suffocating. Theodore never wanted to be a slave to his own carnal
desires. That was for horny,
dim-witted common people. Not for
a soulful intellectual. He hated
himself for letting a git like Malfoy affect him this way. It was like his body was acting upon
it�s own accord, as a separate entity from his rational mind. The more he tried to reason with his
mutinous body, the more blatantly it manifested these desires with painfully
raging erections that screamed for attention.

It was an irrational desire – one that couldn�t be
quenched without emotional or life-altering consequences. For one, they were both boys. In the old wizarding families, such as
the Notts, it was the duty of pure-blood wizard boys to spawn more pure-blood
wizard children to carry on the family name. To be disinterested in this obligation was unthinkable. It was worse than marrying a muggle. All that aside, it was a desire for
Malfoy, somebody Theodore never really liked, so much as simply tolerated. They�d been forced together as young
children and expected to continue the old allegiances between the Notts and the
Malfoys, but otherwise, Theodore found no other reason to associate with him. There wasn�t much to like about Malfoy.
He was arrogant, a bit of a bully,
a spoiled brat, and generally an arsehole with few redeeming
characteristics. One admirable
thing about Malfoy was that he had a regal air of confidence. Even if it masked an innate insecurity,
it was still enviable.

Not to mention, he was beautiful.

Oh, gods, Draco was so bloody gorgeous. Perhaps he�d always known this, but
until the day Malfoy touched him, it hadn�t quite registered in his mind, or
anywhere else for that matter.
Theodore hated to admit it, for thinking so reduced him to the likes of
Pansy Parkinson, who swooned at every artful smirk, fawned over every smart
remark. But unlike Pansy, who
seemed to be in love with Draco (or at least with the idea of Draco), that
artful smirk inspired a powerful animal attraction that was purely
physical.

He just wanted to forget about it. He wanted to go on as if nothing happened, as if Malfoy
hadn�t awoken his sleeping libido with his maliciously soft caress. Theodore avoided Malfoy for as long as
he could. He managed to go most of
the summer without seeing him again, fabricating excuses to get out of
accompanying his father to Malfoy Manor for his regular meetings with Lucius. He politely declined Narcissa�s cordial
invitations to tea. But his father
recognized that a rift between the boys was growing and warned of the social
and familial consequences of letting this divide widen. To placate his father, Theodore
relented and came along for another one of his meetings. Of course, Theodore and Draco were not
allowed into these meetings between their fathers and their other
associates. But they were expected
to spend time with each other to keep up appearances and maintain inter-family
relations.

This particular meeting was a big one. All the Death Eaters
seemed to be in attendance, judging from the number of people arriving at the
iron gates of Malfoy Manor. There
was a buzz of tense anticipation and excitement in the air that evening. Upon his arrival, Narcissa gave
Theodore a blanket and a small citronella candle tin and shooed him out of the
house to watch a meteor shower from the Great Lawn. She said Draco was already there waiting for him.

Malfoy was setting him up for either the most humiliating
night of his life, or the most blissful.
He was bracing himself for the former, but secretly wishing for the
latter.

Draco was laying on his back, one leg bent casually at the
knee, hands folded on his chest, eyes engaged skyward. Theodore approached gingerly and stood
silently, several feet away, clutching the blanket tightly. Draco seemed to glow in the moonlight,
a faint halo reflecting off his white-blond head, pale skin radiating
softly. His white polo shirt and
khaki shorts were as neat and crisp as the manicured lawn he lay atop. A subversive voice inside his head
mused that he wanted to render Malfoy�s perfectly pressed clothes a crumpled
heap on the grass beside him.

�Are you going to just stand there staring at me all night,
Nott? I know I�m quite a sight,
but the show�s up there, not down here,� Malfoy drawled, bringing his brass,
hand-held telescope to his eye and focusing it at the night sky. Casually, he said, �Venus is unusually
bright. It�s got this iridescent
flash to it.� He never took his
attention off the heavens as he bade Theodore to join him. �Here, come look.�

Theodore spread out his blanket next to Draco�s and laid
down beside him, feeling his pulse begin to race at their closeness. The other boy had yet to look at him
and Theodore feared what his heart would do if those silver eyes met his. Malfoy handed him the telescope, still
not regarding him directly. He
pointed to the heavens. �Up
there. Inside Cassiopeia.�

Without looking through the telescope, he spotted the
brightest thing in the sky, other than the moon, and focused the telescope on
it. �That�s not Venus. Planets don�t twinkle. And that isn�t Cassiopeia; it�s Orion,�
Theodore corrected him blandly, too preoccupied with steadying his breaths to
conjure any haughtiness in his voice.

Still, his superior knowledge of astronomy must have annoyed
Draco, for he reacted with an expected dismissal. �Whatever. It�s
all the same. Stars. Planets. Moons. Who bloody cares?�

Theodore remained unaffected as he continued to scan the sky
with his eyes. �So when�s this
meteor shower supposed to happen?�

�Likely never,� Draco scoffed. �I bet mum made it up to keep us out of the house.�

Theodore mumbled his agreement as he deciphered patterns in
the glittering lights above, studying the night sky through the telescope. Keeping his mind busy was probably a
good thing, lest it wander to other matters, namely, unresolved issues from
their last meeting. But it was
inevitable. Both of them must have
been thinking about it, for an uncomfortable, tense silence ensued.

The other boy broke the silence first. �What brought you back to me,
Nott? I thought I was rid of you
once and for all.�

Theodore put down the telescope and gave a contemptuous
snort, his unaided vision refocusing on the stars. �Believe me, I�m not here by choice.�

Malfoy drawled shrewdly, �Au contraire, mon frere. You may have been obliged to come to
the manor with your father, but you didn�t have to come find me.�

�Your mother told me to,� Theodore muttered, his face
beginning to flush.

�You didn�t have to listen to her,� the other boy chuckled
condescendingly. �Malfoy Manor, as
you know very well, has extensive grounds in which one could hide themselves
for a few hours. You�re here to
finish what you started,� said the other boy with a smug inflection to his
voice.

Theodore scoffed with astonishment, �Finish what I started?�
He turned his head to give a smart retort and was met by Malfoy�s face
within intimate proximity. He had
been so preoccupied with the stars that he hadn�t noticed that the other boy
had inched his way closer.
Malfoy�s grey eyes bore into him knowingly. Whatever Theodore was going to say swiftly vanished from his
mind before it was able to escape his lips.

Malfoy was lying elegantly on his side, head resting on a
languidly outstretched arm. He
regarded Theodore with his signature smirk – that astute curvature of his
pretty mouth that made him weak at the knees as of late. �Save your breath, Theodore. I know what you want.� With a lithe finger, Malfoy gently
brushed the fringe of Theodore�s hair out of his face, ghosting the tip across
his forehead, then tracing along his temple, down to his cheek where his hand
rested. His smirk eased to a soft
grin.

Theodore�s body deceived him again. His mouth watered and
his whole body tingled with anticipation. His skin flushed with warmth and
color. His goddamned,
insubordinate cock gave a sudden reply.
It was utterly humiliating that Malfoy could affect him this much with a
single touch. Theodore�s eyes fluttered closed as he inhaled deeply, taking in
the intoxicating scent of the night – the freshness of the earthy grass,
the sensual sweetness of the citronella candles, and the unmistakable essence
of the boy before him that could only be described as rich. If he had to explain it with more
words, Theodore could say Draco smelled crisp, refined, and clean. He let go of the breath slowly,
savoring the sensory delight, exhaling as a shuddering sigh.

Then Malfoy�s thumb grazed over Theodore�s parted lips
– this was his ultimate undoing. He had been dreaming about this moment,
fantasizing about it unwillingly for weeks. The desire that he�d been suppressing inside him could not
be contained any longer. Theodore
snatched Malfoy�s hand from his face, grasping him possessively by the wrist,
and pressed his mouth against the other boy�s lips. The electric sensation of their lips finally meeting after
nights of frustrating dreams was overwhelming. He kissed him wetly, threatening to devour Draco whole,
tasting everything the other boy�s lips had recently touched – spiced
apple cider, chocolate biscuits, peppermint sticks. He was completely lost in the feel and taste and scent of
Draco that it took him several long seconds to realize, with a horror so awful
that it felt like a punch to the stomach, Draco was not kissing back. He lay perfectly still and
unaffected. Malfoy wasn�t even
shocked.

Theodore stopped and backed away, his eyes flashing open and
blinking to focus. �What are you
doing?�

Malfoy intoned arrogantly, �I don�t know, Nott. What the fuck are you doing?�

Had Theodore really misinterpreted Malfoy that much? Or had Draco done this on purpose to
humiliate him? It was more likely
the latter. His face contorted to
one of utter contempt as he spat, �You�re a fucking arsehole, Malfoy.� He scrambled to his feet and stomped
away, striding intently towards nowhere, cursing and fuming. Theodore was so furious with himself
that he cried angry, self-loathing tears.

He found himself at the lake that served as the southern
border of the Malfoy estate. He
sat on the little boat dock that jutted out over the water, clutching his legs
to him, still crying like a pathetic little boy. As he stared blankly at the reflection of the sky on the
still surface of the lake, he berated himself silently for falling so hard for
Malfoy�s cruel ruse. A rustling in
the grass startled him. He wiped
his eyes and steeled his expression as Draco strode up behind him. Theodore didn�t dare turn around to
face him. He spat out before Draco
could get in a snarky word, �I don�t want to fucking hear it, Malfoy. Just tell me this. Why?�

Malfoy replied smugly, �Because I can.�
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