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Love me, love me not	By : blanchemalfoy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5357 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chap. 06

Shock

What a day. His magical clock said 10 P.M. All
Draco wanted right now was a shower, a warm meal and a cosy bed � although he
wasn�t so sure that the last two were remotely possible. He would be happy to
crash on the couch if that were the case. He just wanted to get some sleep and
forget about work for a few hours. If he and Hermione had to cover for the
Department of Magical Law Enforcement one more time, he would scream.

First they had had a tough time on two raids.
Then on their way back to the Ministry, they had had to drop by a pub where
five drunken wizards in their mid twenties seemed to find it very amusing to
show a bunch of stupefied muggles some neat magical tricks. It wasn�t his or
Hermione�s job to take care of that particular situation, but �Hey Draco, since it�s on your way, couldn�t
you and Hermione check it out for us?� was the Captain�s favourite line.

While Draco had wanted to tell him to go bother
some other fool and send someone from his own goddamn department to handle that
pathetic situation, Hermione had been ahead of him with her usual �Sure! No problem! Right, Draco?�

No, it actually was a problem. But it
was hard to tell Hermione that. She was the perfect employee. Draco was just a
lazy bastard who thought that fulfilling his own duties was more than enough.
But because of Hermione they had spent quite a few hours fixing the mess of the
five stupid wizards with the help from the Obliviator Headquarters.

Draco tapped his wand on the front door,
cursing himself for not taking a key with him. He could use a spell, but he
wanted to try the polite way first. Since knocking was having no effect
whatsoever, Draco went for the most potent unlocking spell. The door opened
with a creepy sound. Draco took that as a bad sign.

Draco and Harry hadn�t made any progress. The
only successful thing Draco did was getting on Harry�s nerves. Period. For
Hermione, that was great news, but for Draco it was just one more thing to
worry about. At least Harry had eaten his food � although he had asked about
poisoning before tucking it all in as if he hadn�t had anything to eat for
days.

The blond sighed and made his way into the
house. Mrs Black looked oddly quiet as Draco stared at her. He smirked. She was
probably afraid of him now. After all, he had put her to sleep two times
already. She knew better than to mess with him.

�There�s
another filthy half-breed in this house,� she
said, taking him by surprise.

�What do you mean?� he asked. He didn�t like
her wicked tone of voice.

She only smiled mysteriously, which made him
really upset. He left his briefcase on the floor near the painting and saw
light coming from the main living room.

So Harry had a guest. Who could it be?

He didn�t know why but with every step he took
he felt more and more apprehensive. He didn�t know exactly what to expect, but
he certainly didn�t expect to see a woman on top of Harry, coiling around him
like a snake, licking down Harry�s naked chest. Draco froze on the spot,
incapable of doing anything but watch with horrified fascination as the scene
played out a few meters away from him. The woman had dark hair, a slim body and
huge breasts that were now suffocating Harry�s face. Harry wasn�t complaining
though.

Draco narrowed his eyes and the light blue
turned very dark. He clenched his fists as he heard the woman moaning. His
stomach jolted. He barely saw the empty bottle of vodka on the floor. He was
too busy watching Harry�s dazed expression as the woman swallowed his stiff
cock. He couldn�t take his eyes off Harry�s face. Harry looked so lustful.
Draco had imagined that scene a thousand times before, but in his dreams he was the one pleasuring Harry. He was
the one making him moan and throw his head back as Draco took him in his mouth.

Draco felt sick, and then his vision went
blurry. He could still hear the moans as the woman rode Harry, but he could see
no more than two shadows moving. He gulped. Suddenly he was desperate for a drink.

He turned his back on them and walked away. He
stumbled but didn�t stop running until he was far away from those irritating
and sickening sex noises. He thought he heard Mrs Black laughing, but he
couldn�t be sure.

Leaning against the cold wall, he slid to the
floor and hid his face behind his shaking hands. His heart was pounding so fast
he thought it would tear his chest apart. He needed to get a grip, and fast. He
wasn�t Harry�s boyfriend. In fact, he didn�t mean anything to the Golden Boy.
Draco didn�t have a right to react this way. He shouldn�t be feeling outraged.
His heart shouldn�t be aching so much. Harry wasn�t cheating on him. Then why
couldn�t he get hold of himself?

He wanted to wipe the scene he had just
witnessed out of his memory. He hated himself because of his weakness. He hated
the fact that he was acting like a cheated lover. He hated the fact that all of
his insecurities were coming back to him just because he had caught Harry
screwing someone.

He smiled bitterly. It wasn�t as if he didn�t
know the risks. He didn�t really expect to make Harry fall in love with him,
did he? He didn�t have those foolish hopes. He knew very well Harry was
straight. Hell, he wasn�t making any sense. Draco didn�t mean anything to
Harry. He didn�t mean anything to
anybody.

He was being melodramatic. He was overreacting.
If Fred could see him now he would make fun of Draco for the rest of their
lives. Draco was always composed. He wasn�t emotional. So why was he freaking
out? Why did he feel like crying? He hadn�t shed a tear in years.

He had watched his father being taken away
without a word. He hadn�t complained when his mother had expelled him from
Malfoy Manor and had deprived him of his heritage. So why now did he feel like he was falling into pieces?

What could he do? He felt lost.

He took a deep breath and collected his wounded
self from the floor. He wouldn�t just stand there suffering or he would never
forgive himself. He was feeling rather pathetic and Draco was anything but
that. He couldn�t let Harry see him like this. It would be too humiliating for
him. And how would he explain to Harry how painful it was for Draco to catch
him with his dick in a strange woman�s mouth? He had to get out and forget
about the whole thing, or at least try.

And he knew just the person who could help him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bill didn�t remember ever seeing Draco looking
so lost. His sexy blond seemed totally worn out. More than that, Draco was
behaving as if he was in a state of shock. Nothing else could explain why he
was holding Bill so tightly. Draco didn�t like intimacy. He usually sneered
when Bill did something romantic, so now Bill
was shocked for Draco�s strange and needy behaviour. Something had happened,
and he could bet every galleon he had that it had to do with Harry. But Draco didn�t
want to talk about it. He just wanted to be held by Bill.

What else could Bill do but welcome him in his
arms? What else could he do but take Draco to his bedroom and love him? The
moment they had laid down on his bed Draco had kissed him eagerly, clinging to
him as if his life depended on it. It was impossible for Bill to resist.

Bill had undressed him quickly, eager to feel
all of Draco too. He wanted to take everything that was being given to him so
freely. It wasn�t every day that he could see Draco so out of control, so
willing to give into pleasure. Draco was usually so composed in bed, so in
control of his own emotions that it felt great to have him like this,
completely abandoned with every touch, moaning and wanting to do things he usually
didn�t. Bill loved this wild side of Draco. He loved the neat blond hair in
disarray, the pink lips swollen and pleading for kisses.

�Ah� ah�� Draco�s excited voice penetrated
deeply inside them both. Bill let himself go, praying for the moment to last forever,
but knowing that it wouldn�t.

Later on, Draco took his time in the shower
with Bill by his side. Then, more collected, he ate the macaroni and cheese Mrs
Weasley had sent Bill. All the time, Bill paid full attention to him, but
didn�t ask him anything. That was the reason why Draco liked Bill most. He
never demanded anything from Draco.

�Are you ok?� Bill asked when they were in bed.

Draco nodded. �Yeah, I�m fine.�

Bill embraced him from behind and Draco closed his
eyes. He was feeling better, but at the same time he knew he was being unfair
to Bill. In fact, he wasn�t being fair with himself either. His mind was still
on Harry and the woman.

His fingers enlaced Bill�s. �I�m sorry,� he
whispered.

Bill frowned. �Why?�

�I attacked you.�

Bill�s soft laughter against his ear made him
shiver. �I wish you�d attack me more often.�

Draco smiled. �I guess I could do that.�

Bill�s fingers stroked him gently. �Did you
have a tough day?�

�Yeah. You know how it is. Hermione either
doesn�t know my limits or she just doesn�t care.�

Bill chuckled softly. �Nobody can stop that
woman.� He kissed Draco�s shoulder and then muttered, �And how was your first
day with Harry?� Bill felt Draco�s body stiffen under him and he knew he
shouldn�t have asked, but it was too late to go back now.

�It sucked,� Draco answered after a few
seconds. �He wasn�t as depressed as I�d thought.� He went out and got himself a woman. That was what Draco wanted to
say, but didn�t.

�What do you mean?�

Draco shrugged. �I dunno. It was my impression
of him, that�s all. He does look pathetic, though.�

�Well, last time I saw him, he looked pretty
bad. He had bags under his eyes and a dead expression on his face. It was
scary. He didn�t used to be like this.�

�And that�s what makes him so pathetic.�

�So he isn�t depressed.�

�I don�t know and frankly, I don�t care,� Draco
said, upset. �Can we change the subject?�

�He got to you, didn�t he?� Bill let it escape.

Draco glared at him. �What do you mean?�

Bill knew better than to answer him, so he just
shrugged. Draco didn�t seem satisfied with that, but since he didn�t want to
discuss the matter any further, he changed the subject, �Does your offer still
stand?�

Bill held his breath for a moment. �Yes. I want
you to live with me.�

Draco leaned his elbows on the bed and stared
at Bill silently. Bill was so beautiful, so perfect. Why wasn�t Bill enough?
Why couldn�t he just settle down with him? Why did he have to complicate his
life by having Harry in it again?

�Have you thought about it?� Bill asked. Draco
could see the longing in his eyes. He sighed. He wished he had not only thought
about it, but accepted as well.

�I�m still thinking about it. I think I would love
to��

Bill placed a finger on his lips. �Don�t say
anything now. Say it when you�re ready. I want you to be sure of what you
want.�

Draco nodded and rested his head on Bill�s
chest. The only thing he was sure of was that he didn�t deserve Bill. His lover
knew him so well even without him saying anything. Bill knew Draco was upset
because of something Harry did. He knew that whatever decision Draco made today
would be based on that.

That was why Draco had to go back to Harry�s
house in the morning and face him once and for all. He needed to forget. Harry
was wrong for him. He needed to let go of that silly crush. And he would.

TBC�
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