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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. 07 - Jogging With Devilish Draco

Draco entered Harry�s house at precisely 6 A.M. He had woken up that morning suddenly feeling refreshed and full of energy. Of course, he had woken up with gorgeous Bill Weasley by his side. He smiled at the memories of the two of them making love on the coffee table. Perhaps he should consider moving in with Bill more seriously.

As for Harry and his own pathetic behaviour the previous night, well, he wasn�t the type of man to sulk for too long over anything. He wouldn�t suffer for someone like Harry. He could have Bill. He didn�t need Harry. This phrase was his new mantra, the one he would repeat over and over until his mind and heart were convinced of it.

This was the reason why he was back at Harry�s place. He wasn�t there just for Hermione; he was there for himself. He needed to bury Harry from his memories once and for all, and the only way to do that was to stay close to Harry on a daily basis. Then he would be convinced that Harry was indeed just an idiot who had the sex appeal of a Troll. Perhaps he was pushing too far by comparing Harry to a Troll, but a guy could hope.

Life was good again. Harry meant absolutely nothing to him and he should keep that in mind. It wouldn�t do him any good to fall for a straight guy anyway.

He glanced at Mrs Black in her painting and sent her his most devious smile. She stared at him with distrust as if pondering if she should provoke him or not.

�Where�s Potter?� he asked.

�Still in the living room, dead, I expect,� she said coldly.

"I�m sure you do,� Draco sneered. �And the lady?�

�I might be old and outdated, but I know a lady when I see one and that filthy woman is anything but that. But what can you expect from a half-breed?�

�Is she here?� Draco asked, ignoring Mrs Black�s rude comments. He had also called the woman names last night, so he would be a hypocrite if he called it to her attention.

Mrs Black pressed her lips together. She didn�t like to talk to someone she considered inferior to her. Draco pulled his wand out of his waistband and she shivered visibly. �She is long gone. He doesn�t like them to stay.�

Draco frowned. �Them? So this happens frequently.�

�Unfortunately, yes.�

�Are they prostitutes?�

�They are all whores to me, especially the mudbloods,� Mrs. Black said with contempt.

Draco made a face. He didn�t think Harry would pick up whores to sleep with him. After all, he was the Great Harry Potter. He sure was more than capable of finding women willing to sleep with him for free. Or perhaps Harry was so pathetic he had to pay for sex. Draco shrugged trying desperately to ignore a pang of jealousy in his heart. He didn�t care about Harry�s sex life. It wasn�t his concern.

He trotted to the living room with his Malfoy confidence back in place. He stopped near the couch where a half-naked Harry was dead asleep, and then his breath got caught in his throat. Even looking like a poor excuse of a human being with his mouth half-open, Harry still could make his heart beat faster. Draco cursed himself in thought and clenched his fists.

He had made a deal with himself, right? Just before leaving Bill�s apartment, he had promised not to fantasise about Harry anymore. He had promised to give his relationship with Bill a chance and leave that stupid crush on Harry aside. He was an over-confident, self-absorbed Malfoy. Malfoys did not fall in love with idiots. Malfoys did not feel a pressure in their hearts at the mere sight of their beloved � not that Harry was his beloved. Bill was his beloved. Bill, with his body of a Greek god, was the one who made Draco�s heart beat faster.

He closed his eyes. He wasn�t feeling a pang in the tip of his stomach. The memories of the previous night were not coming back to haunt him. He wasn�t feeling an ache in his heart again. Those strange symptoms were probably from a cold, or just a product of his imagination. Bill was more than enough for him.

He opened his eyes again and stared at Harry, who was now snoring softly. Draco thought it was cute, but then he shook his head and told himself to get a grip and wake up the sleeping-beauty. With the tip of his boots, he shook Harry�s legs one, two, three times. He called Harry, shouted for him, but Harry wasn�t giving any indication that he would wake up any time in the near future.

Calmly, he pointed his wand at Harry�s face and muttered a spell. In two seconds Harry was totally wet and staring at Draco as he if was a deer caught in the flashlights of a car.

�What? What happened? What�s going on?� Harry asked confusedly. His thin body was shaking all over. It took Harry a while to come back to normal and realise he was in his house and not in some strange place. �What the fuck!� he stared at Draco murderously. �Why am I wet? What did you do? It is bloody freezing! You filthy bastard, son of a�� And what came next was a list of curse words that matched Mrs Black�s.

Draco ignored Harry completely, which made the raven-haired man more irritated. After the rant, Harry stood up and dashed for his bedroom without looking back once. If he did, he would have seen Draco calmly following him.

Draco sighed. It would be a very long day again.
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Harry couldn�t believe Draco�s nerve. How dare Draco wake him up like that? He wasn�t a child. He was in his own house, for God�s sake!

He lay down on his back � now completely dry � and stared at the ceiling, trying to remember what had happened last night. He had a hangover again. It wasn�t as bad as the last one, but it was enough to put him in a bad mood. He also felt dizzy and thirsty. He could smell a sickening perfume coming from his body and he frowned. He knew what it meant. He had slept with someone the previous night.

It was as if a bolt had struck him. If he had slept with someone, where was Malfoy at the time? It was something that bothered him, even though it shouldn�t. Why did he care for Malfoy�s whereabouts? Malfoy didn�t exactly tell him he would be back when he left after lunch. So perhaps Malfoy hadn�t come back last night. But if he did, then he would have seen Harry in the living room� having sex� with a total stranger.

Harry felt his cheeks getting hot. He had never felt so embarrassed in his whole life. He didn�t know why he felt so disturbed at the thought of Draco watching him, but the fact was that he did feel bothered, and there wasn�t anything he could do about it. He bit his nails. He could ask Draco, just to make sure. But wouldn�t that be even more embarrassing? Maybe he should just bury the subject forever. Pretend it never happened. Yes, that was better. It wasn�t as if Malfoy would mention it. Would he?

The important thing now was to get even with Draco for throwing water at him. He should focus on that for the time being. Hating Malfoy was what he did best. He would keep doing just that.

He lay on his back again and laced his fingers together. He just needed to sleep again and then he would deal with Draco.

�Oh, no, Potter. Not again!� he heard Draco exclaiming, upset. �I�ll be late if you don�t get up right now, and I hate to be late for work. You know very well what Hermione is like when she�s upset.�

What was he talking about? He felt a cold touch on his forehead and he opened his eyes wide. Draco had his wand pointed to his forehead and before he could react, he heard Draco muttering a spell. �What�� Immediately, the dizziness and pain in his head were gone. He breathed in relief. His eyes came across Draco�s and his heart started to beat faster. Strange, he thought. Perhaps it was a side-effect of Draco�s spell.

�Let�s go, Potter. You have five minutes to get dressed.�

Harry frowned. �Where are we going?�

�Jogging! Don�t you remember? I told you I like to jog every morning before going to work. It makes me feel more energetic. Come on, don�t be lazy! You sure need some exercising.�

It was then that he actually paid attention to Draco. The blond was wearing a white T-shirt, a cotton jacket that matched his sleek black trousers and grey sneakers. His hair was once again properly combed. Harry envied him for looking so bloody perfect. Draco looked radiant that morning. The blue eyes were sparkling and the white skin was slightly rosy. Draco looked so handsome, so... sexy. Satiated was a proper word to describe Draco�s state of mind, as if he had just had sex.

Harry froze. He didn�t like where his thoughts were going. It was very dangerous to go that way. He couldn�t understand why Draco�s sex life could be any of his concern. He could understand even less why the mere thought of Draco having sex made him feel so excited.

�I don�t want to jog!� Harry exclaimed, totally aware that he was behaving like a spoiled brat. �Why should I?�

�Because this is your shock therapy, remember?� Draco said coldly.

�So what? I�m not going. I hate jogging. I won�t be much company anyway. I will slow you down and complain all the way.� Harry stopped and pondered. The jogging idea was getting interesting now that he realised he could irritate Draco.

�If you go, I�ll teach you how to cure your hangovers.�

Blackmail, huh? Harry sniggered. That was Draco�s favourite weapon. The offer was very tempting, though. In the end, Harry heard himself agreeing, putting some clothes on and getting out of his house for the first time in ages. He wasn�t getting out to buy food, booze or to pick up his next shag. He was actually going out to exercise.

He wondered if it would rain. He was feeling so tired and lazy. What was he doing? He really was becoming pathetic. He had just made a bargain with Draco Malfoy. The odds of something like this happening to him in the past were minimal.

He watched Draco running by his side. The blond looked so perfect that it was annoying. After ten minutes, Harry was ready to give up, crawl back to his house and die whereas Draco wasn�t even sweating. His eyes scanned Draco�s body. The blond looked deviously attractive. There wasn�t a single woman who didn�t stare at him as they passed by. Harry felt angry with himself for noticing this and getting jealous of Draco�s stunning and beautiful body shape. Draco�s body language screamed sex.

Then he looked at his own petite, thin body that looked even more fragile now that he wasn�t taking care of himself properly. While everybody was eyeing Draco with desire, the eyes cast upon Harry were of pity and wonder. Draco looked like a model. Harry looked like a homeless person.

He felt short of breath. His body wasn�t used to the exercise anymore. He told himself that he had done enough for one day and sat down on the nearest bench, gasping for air. He was angry with himself for letting the situation escape his control. He was angry because he was nothing but a shadow of what he used to be. But he wouldn�t blame himself. It was a lot easier to blame it all on Draco, to make him a scapegoat for his frustrations in life. To see Draco so full of himself, so confident, so healthy, was like a punch in his stomach.

If Draco, with all his failures and bad character had managed to keep on living, then why couldn�t he?

�I hate you!� Harry shouted as Draco sat next to him. Draco seemed taken aback for a second, but he quickly put his mask of indifference back on. Harry went on, �Do you know that the only reason I�m putting up with you is because I don�t want to go back to St. Mungo�s? I don�t need you or anyone else to keep an eye on me. I�m not a child!� Harry laughed bitterly. �Life is so damn ironic, isn�t it? When I was a kid, there was no one to care for me. But now that I�m a grown man, everybody feels like it�s his or her duty to take care of me. They do it because they like me, right? But it�s all a big lie. They just feel guilty. I don�t need anybody. I�m fine on my own.�

Draco shook his head. �What are you talking about? They do care for you.�

�No, they don�t. They just don�t want to give up on me, because I�m the poor little orphan. They want to make it up to me somehow for my fucked-up life. Well, it�s too late now. And I don�t need a bloody fag to baby-sit me.�

TBC�
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