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What Do You Want From Me?	By : CalyB Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After finally tricking myself into believing I was over it, I begin to focus on work. I notice a shipment came in while I was gone and apparently the Draco clone is just as lazy as I am and didn�t bother to put them up. I set to the task of arranging them my genre, author and title, then begin to put them in their proper places. I�ve almost finished when I hear a loud pop. Turning quickly, I�m rendered speechless. He came back. What did he come back for? I was almost over it and he shows up again? Has he no decency?
�What do you want now?�
�I forgot something.�
�What? To rip my heart out? Get on with it then, no one�s stopping you.�
He chuckles at this and I see a glimmer of the person I once knew. He takes a step towards me and I begin to take a step back but change my mind at the last minute. I stand my ground; prepared to take whatever punishment he has in store for me.
He takes another step and I close my eyes. Next thing I know, I�m being kissed. Not an innocent peck of the lips either. This kiss is filled with more passion, more force, more emotion than I have ever experienced. I feel a hand go around my waist, pulling me closer, while the other finds it�s way into my hair - tugging forcefully. I can�t help the moan that escapes at the action. He knows exactly what to do, what I can�t resist� he pulls harder.
He ends the contact far to soon for my taste and rests his forehead against mine. We�re both struggling for air but I somehow manage to speak.
�Is that what you wanted then?�
�Yes.�
I lean in for another go but he stops me. I am unable to ask why as he place a quick kiss to my forehead.
�Goodbye Draco.�
And then he�s gone� again.
I�m in shock. Complete and utter shock, just when I think I�m never going to see him again, he swoops in, gives me the best snog of my life and is gone again. Barely giving me time to register any of it.
The shock doesn�t last long, quickly turning to anger.
That son of a bitch! How dare he do this to me! Who does he think he is? I�m going to kill him. I�m going to track him down and tear him apart with my bare hands, I�m going to-
�Excuse me?�
I am ripped from my mental tirade by the voice, realizing that someone has come in and I didn�t even notice.
�I�m sorry, can I help you?�
I spend the next three hours trying to help a woman (that appears to be over a thousand years old) find a book she�s heard of. Well never really heard of actually, but had a quote from, didn�t really have the quote per say, but someone told her about it. Turned out to be a pointless quest as the �quote� wasn�t from a book at all, but from a movie. A movie that hasn�t even been released yet. I think she may have been insane. Although, I�m not sure that she agreed with me, judging from her expression as I shoved her out the door.
Fucking muggles.
She did provide a nice distraction from my current predicament however, so I guess she wasn�t completely useless. Glancing at the clock, I notice it�s time for me to close. Great, now I can go home to my empty flat, scrape whatever the fuck it is off that cheese and spend yet another night alone. Fucking fantastic.
After turning off all the lights and locking the door, I make the short journey to my humble (in every sense of the word) abode. Still hasn�t fixed that damn lock I see. Fuckface. Maybe I could just kill him, steal all his money and fix the lock myself. No, the authorities (or whoever the hell does that kind of thing) might condemn the building if the owner comes up missing and I really don�t feel like moving. But if that damn lock isn�t fixed by the end of the week� I�ll wait longer. At least it�ll give me something to bitch about.
Once inside, I opt to nix the cheese. I�m not really that hungry anyway and all I want to do is sleep. I change into my bed clothes and climb into bed.
Waking to the sound of scratching furniture and cursing, I reach for my wand - which, I keep under the mattress. Not sure who it is and not really caring, I give my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness. Once I can see a little, I notice a figure stumbling around, getting dangerously close to my bed. Having no intention of getting butchered or robbed, I get up on my haunches and wait to make my move. As soon as whoever the hell it is, is in pouncing distance - I do just that. Taking the intruder to the floor with a thud.
I appear to have taken him by surprise (I can tell by the body shape he�s male, at least I hope he�s male. I would rather not think women like that exist.) and before he�s able to defend himself I have my wand at this throat.
�Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?�
�You call this a house?�
Father? No wait he�s dead, that�s impossible.
�Well, I wouldn�t say it was impossible but��
�HARRY?�
�It is I.�
�What the fuck are you doing here?�
�Remove your wand from my throat and maybe I�ll tell you. At least� I hope that�s your wand.�
My eyes narrow, even though I am well aware he can�t see them. I don�t think so Harry - and stop reading my mind you tosser!
To reinforce my thoughts, I dig the wand a little deeper into his flesh. Admittedly a little harder than necessary.
�Tell me what you�re doing here, and *maybe* I�ll let you up. And if you�re quick about it maybe I wont curse you.�
�Draco, please. You know I could disarm before you got out a syllable. Why don�t you just get off and we can discuss this rationally.�
�You rational? That�s a laugh. And I�d like to see you try.�
�If that�s how you want it.�
I�m on my back with my own wand at *my* throat before I�m able to take a breath. I am so stupid.
�No arguments here.�
I try unsuccessfully to throw him off before letting out a frustrated and completely un-girlish squeal.
�Get off. And if you do that again I�ll -�
�You�ll do what exactly? Squeal like a girl again?�
�I did not-�
�Yes you did.�
�Fine, maybe I did. Get off.�
�Why should I? If I remember correctly you liked to be in this position.�
That was it.
�Get. Off. Me. Now.�
�Oh fine.�
He rolls off, throwing my wand to god knows where in the process. I take a deep breath, then get up to turn on a light. Now that I can see him, I regret that. His hair is tousled and his cloths are all rumpled up. He�s sitting cross-legged beside my bed and he looks so shaggable I want to scream. I notice him smirking at me and make a mental note not to think any more thoughts like that, or at least try not to.
�Ok, you�re free. Talk.�
�I got back to my house and realized I couldn�t just leave it like that.�
�So you broke into my home?�
�I didn�t break in. I appareated in, if you didn�t want people to do that you should put up wards or something.�
�Don�t get cute with me. I don�t have wards up because I do not associate with wizards anymore and I do not expect people to just �pop� in.�
�Then you should have a sign.�
�What the fuck is wrong with you?�
�What do you mean?�
�You appear out of nowhere this morning - totally disrupting my life by the way, disappear before I have a chance to defend myself, pop back in this afternoon for a quick snog, are gone again before I have the chance to breath and now you come here making little jokes and wanting to talk. Are you on drugs?�
�I was angry this morning, confused this afternoon and I am calm now, I�ve had time to think about things and no I am not on drugs.�
�Oh, so you think just because you�ve calmed down and are ready to talk you can just barge in here in the middle of the night, wake me up and I�m supposed to just sit down and have a chat? Well fuck you. I�ve got some news for you Harry Potter, I don�t know what it�s like back in the Wizarding world but this one doesn�t revolve around you.�
There�s that fucking self-satisfied smirk again. I taught him that. Fucking prick.
�Are you finished with your little tantrum?�
�My tantrum? I should kill you where you sit you self-richeous, self-centered asshole.�
�You couldn�t kill me if you tried.�
�Ahhhhh! Stop it, just stop! Tell me what the fuck it is you want and get the hell out!�
�I told you. I want to talk to you.�
�We don�t have anything to talk about.�
�We have plenty to talk about.�
�Like what?�
�Like, us.�
�There is no �us��
�That�s bollocks and you know it. I know what�s in your mind Draco. I know you want me.�
�It�ll pass.�
�I don�t want it to pass.�
�Sucks for you then.�
�Draco�
�Don�t �Draco� me you bastard, you put me through hell today.�
I see his jaw clench and I notice him balling his hands into fists and I can tell he�s trying to keep a hold on his temper.
�You put me through hell for five years you spoiled brat. I think you can handle a day.�
Point
�All right, you wanted to talk, so talk.�
At first he doesn�t say anything, but his brow is furrowed and it�s obvious he�s trying to think of what to say.
�I was so angry at you for leaving. I wanted to hurt you as bad as you hurt me. I thought I had succeeded and could go on with my life. But once I got home I couldn�t stop thinking about you� couldn�t stop wanting you. I thought seeing you again would give me closure. All it gave me was the desire to fuck you senseless.�
�So that�s what this is really about then? You came here looking for a shag? What kind of whore do you think I am? I�m not going to open my legs just because you ask nicely Harry.�
�Did I ask you to?�
�I�m sure it was all a matter of time.�
�I�m not going to lie, I did come here with the intent to get you into bed but that�s not the only reason. As much as I hate to admit it and as much as I tried to deny it. I love you Draco.�
I close my eyes at his declaration and take a deep breath. He wasn�t supposed to say that. That wasn�t part of the deal.
�Draco?�
Feeling his breathe against my face, my eyes fly open. How he got this close to me without my realizing it, I don�t even want to think about. I clench my jaw tightly; afraid of what might come out if I open my mouth. I feel his forehead resting against mine and I release a shuttering breath.
�What do you want from me?�
�I want all of you.�
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