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You are my sunshine	By : LerDan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 7:

Fucking Potter. Fuck, fuck, fuck. And a major fuck!

Fuck.

These were the thoughts that has been plaguing Draco's mind as he sat in his dormitory all by himself, and clutching the damned Galleon in his hand. He wanted to scream, he wanted to hex every single moving thing, and most of all he wanted to beat the shit out of Potter. Fucking Potter. How dare he do such a thing! How dare he do this to him, to a Malfoy, nevertheless? How dare fucking Potter played this prank on him?

Draco clutched the coin in his hand tighter and gritted his teeth in anger. How could Draco ever think that Potter was a miracle for his life? Draco's frown deepened and he pursed his lips, looking sorely at the coin. How could he?

Draco lied back on his bed and looked up at the ceiling of his dormitory, his face blank, and tired. He blinked once and twice up the ceiling and revised the conversation he had heard moments ago:

"Hermione, wait up!" Potter had called after Granger. Draco hid himself as he was about to turn the corner to head for the stairs, as he heard Potter's voice ring out in the deserted corridor.

"What for Harry? You obviously thought I didn't need to know about your relationship with Malfoy."

"It's not a - Hermione, we are not in relationship."

A raw numbness settled on Draco's chest as he heard Potter's words. His breath left him in one big whoosh, and he felt dizzy. He placed a hand on his mouth to quell his erratic breathing.

"What exactly is it then Harry?"

"I - I really don't know. We aren't officially dating, and you know that I can't date him, right?" there was a silence, and Draco assumed that Granger nodded or something, because Potter continued, "And…and I know that this isn't what I had planned, but…I don't know if I can continue with my plan now, because I have totally ruined it."

Draco heard Granger sigh, and with a quiet voice, that Draco had to struggle to listen, asked, "What about the coin? Are you going to reveal yourself to him now, or are you still going to interrogate him about it?"

"I really don't know anymore, Hermione. But I…I'm not ready to tell him that it was me who was sending him messages," there was another short silence, then Potter continued, "I…I don't want to piss him off you know? We are…still new to all this. And I want to savor it as long as I can. I'm not ready to lose him now. Not now, that I'm so close of finding out, whatever I wanted."

Draco squeezed his eyes shut to clear the image out of his mind. He couldn't believe it. After all this time, after everything they had went through and Potter was still not loyal to him, Potter was still an asshole.

How could he keep that a secret?

Because he wasn't ready to let go…he wasn't ready to let Draco go. He still wanted Draco, but he did the wrong thing in this 'relationship' of theirs. Potter had to tell him about it, but he didn't.

What would Draco do even if Potter told him all about it?

Draco sighed and turned to his side, looking sourly out the window. It was snowing. It could've been a beautiful sight to watch, but with Draco's sour mood, it was a living death. He rubbed a hand over his eyes and angrily punched his pillow, resting his head on it; he looked at the coin in his hand and scowled. What was he going to do now? Snap on Potter, or act normally? Or… do neither and just not talk to him anymore. The last thought was not something that Draco would like to think further. He shook his head tiredly, placed the coin at his night-stand, and closed his eyes in favor of getting some decent sleep, and maybe by tomorrow he'd know what to do.

The next morning when Draco woke up he felt terrible. With a groan he flipped over his stomach and buried his face into his pillow, wanting to get more sleep. He stirred and cast a wandless Tempus charm to see what time it was, and saw that it was still seven in the morning. He had to take a shower before going up to the Great Hall for some breakfast, but for some odd reason he didn't want to move from his bed. He got comfortable once again, and attempted to get at least fifteen minutes more sleep.

After having a shower, and not as tired as he was in the morning, Draco made his way towards the Great Hall, his bag slinging over his shoulder. He stifled another yawn and finally plopped down on the chair at Slytherin table. The first thing that he got was a hot cocoa. He always enjoyed it. While drinking, he started to think about what he was going to do with Potter. He didn't sleep well because of him, and he wasn't going to let him get away from it.

After finishing breakfast, still pissed at Potter, Draco made his way towards the Transfiguration classroom. It was a bonus that the class didn't contain Potter and his snobby little friends that would make him pay attention to the class rather than thinking of how to kill Potter or what to do to him.

In two weeks, Christmas was coming and Draco didn't want to go to the Manor, for a few reasons. First, his parents were there, second, his parents were there, and third, his parents were there. Every single time when Draco would go back home for Christmas, they'd attend to pointless parties and his father would try to make new relationships with wealthy families who had a worthy daughter, then introduce him to the daughter of said family. Draco, of course, never really gave fake hopes to the girls, but they'd still go on dates. Draco, being the gentleman he was, would explain to the girl that he was not interested in her, or any other girls for that matter, but otherwise, they'd have a good time together. Of course, his father would be furious with him for turning another girl down.

He didn't want to go through that this year. He wanted to spend a proper Christmas, sitting late by the fireplace, drinking a fire whiskey or even champagne, eat as many sweets as he was capable of, and to try getting some descent sleep that night, because of the giddiness of the next day's surprises and gifts.

Draco wanted all of it. And he would get it, because he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys would get whatever the hell they wanted.

'What are you doing?'

'Sitting in the Common Room, you?'

'Walking around the castle…'

Draco was aimlessly walking the Hogwarts grounds. It was cold outside, but he didn't want to be in the castle any longer. He was becoming itchy of people surrounding him; they were being too loud. And he had to work out his anger and the turmoil of his thoughts towards Potter.

He wanted Potter, that was for sure, but considering the fact of what he had done to Draco, it was least to say, changing things. For one, Draco was having second thoughts, and for two he was scared. Scared of what Potter was going to do to him through this messages and when he'd find out about Draco's true loyalties. Or worse, what if Potter would never want to be with Draco just because he had no choice in it? What if Potter thought of him as a coward for not standing up to his father? There were lots of 'what if' questions, for which Draco had no answers at all.

'What are you doing outside? It's freezing.'

'I had some thinking to do, and my Common Room is too crowded now.'

'About?'

'Just some stuff…'

'Like what?'

Aren't we clingy tonight, Potter? 'About what I am going to do for Christmas holidays…have you decided?'

'Yes, I'm not going to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas.'

Draco's heart sunk. Potter was going to go somewhere. He was going to be left alone. He wanted to yell at Potter for even thinking about leaving him all alone, he wanted to curse him, but instead he wrote; 'That's nice.'

'I know, right? And it'll be my second time leaving Hogwarts for Christmas. I planned something, but I'm sorry I can't tell you about it yet.'

Draco frowned and sat at the root of the tree, looking towards the Dark Lake. It was so beautiful at this time of the month; it was covered in ice, and the moonlight was glistening over its icy surface. Draco puffed out a breath and watched the smoke in front of him swirled away from him. He looked down at the Galleon in his hand, watched as the writing slowly vanished away. He frowned and tapped his wand at the coin, sending one last attempt to coax Potter to meet him already.

'Why don't we meet?'

'Because we can't… Not right now at least.'

'Why? Are you afraid of me? Or is this some sort of a trick to... I don't know; get something out of me…What the fuck do you want from me?' Draco finally snapped and he swore. He was sick and tired of Potter's lousy attempts of talking to him like this. It wasn't like they weren't…together, or something like that, and he could only just ask Draco whatever the fuck he wanted. Draco would eventually open up to him.

'What do you want?'

There it was. Silence. The silence, that Draco so hated whenever they'd has a conversation over the coin. He looked sorely down at the ground and puffed a breath, then laughed bitterly. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. He could lash out on Potter, he could piss him off, he could do anything to get Potter tell him that it was him with whom Draco was talking. But instead another thing came into his mind, and with an evil smirk, he tapped his wand at the coin again.

'Do you know what I would like, my lovely Mysterious boy…?'

'What?'

'I would want to meet you, so I could do all this crazy things with you. Like; kissing your lips, licking my down your neck towards your nipples, suck them one by one, taking my time with each of them. Licking and suckling, and softly biting them, then I would blow an air on it to make them hard again, and then…'

Draco smirked to himself and mentally patted his shoulder for the brilliant idea. Serves you right, Potter, he thought and patiently waited. Leaning over the tree, he whistled under his breath as he waited for Potter to reply. When he did, Draco let his smirk grow. Potter was a stuttering mess.

'I - uh...Malfoy? What the…? What? No…no way in h - …what?'

'And then, I would lick my way up to your earlobe, biting it softly while I would work with your pants belt. Then I would wrap my hand around your throbbing erection-'

'Stop-'

'-slowly move my hand up and down-'

'Malfoy-st-'

'-I'd sneak my other hand to your balls-'

'…'

'-and squeeze them SO hard that you'll cum on my hand, and shout my name into the night. You would like it, wouldn't you Potter?'

'Mal…' the rest of the sentence never came and Draco laughed under his breath. So, apparently he had Potter wrapped around his fingers, and if Potter could cum while Draco messaged him…Draco didn't even want to think what would happen to Potter if he could shove his hands into his pants in reality. Draco's cock gave an interesting little twinge, and he scowled. It was Potter who was supposed to be supporting a tent in his pants, not him. A Malfoy never spotted a tent, not even when they are twelve or thirteen. With a sigh, he walked away from the tree, adjusted his cloak and slowly made his way towards the castle.

As he walked through the Entrance Hall door, and was wiping off the snow from his robes because it had started to snow outside, there was a light noise of footsteps and the next thing Draco knew, he was being dragged to the nearest dark alcove, shoved up against a wall and being kissed by hungry and desperate lips. It took Draco few minutes to recognize the black mop of hair, the slight pressure of glasses on his cheek, the familiar lips and that minty smell that he always supported on himself, and then he slipped his eyes shut and returned the desperate kiss with his own vigorous force.

Potter's kiss was frantic, hungry and passionate. Draco met him with each and every move that Potter's lips wanted to take. Draco tightened his hold on Potter's waist, while Potter gripped Draco's hair even tighter in his hands, moving it the way he wanted. Draco let him.

The small part of Draco's mind that was still capable of functioning, reasoned that at this moment Potter was the leader. And Draco trusted him. Draco never trusted anyone in his whole life. Ok, only Timby, but she was a house-elf, and she was trustworthy enough, but not a human being…not before now anyway. As Draco tilted his down to give Potter more easy way to kiss him, rather than straining himself up to get his desperation under control, his thoughts zeroed down on Potter. He was a good kisser so far, and he could do a good hand-job too, and he was cute too, and he got a nice body, and he was sure that his other body parts were as good looking as he was. So, what was that odd feeling that he always got whenever he'd talk to Potter, or stare at him, or just…think about him? Surely Draco would know if he felt something towards the green eyed boy…right? After all, Draco knew everything that he felt, or even wanted. But the odd feeling didn't dissipate when Potter broke away from his lips and looked up at his face.

It only increased when Potter's brightly green eyes started to wander on his face and a look of wonder marked his features. Draco was breathing raggedly as he looked at Potter's face; it was flushed, he was breathing hard too, his eyes were a tilt bit darker than usual, and his hair was messier than usual. Draco's fingers were lightly touching the exposed skin of Potter's back, and he felt Potter shiver lightly and watched as he bit his lips and his eyes stuttered close. Draco rested his forehead on Potter's and with his one hand slowly caressed Potter's soft face.

How the hell they came to this, Draco had no idea, but the fact remained; Draco liked being here. He liked being held by another person, and the said person was someone who he hadn't stopped thinking about since their fourth year. He liked the fact that he could hold someone too.

"What is it Potter?" Draco finally whispered, trying to ease down the frantic beating of his heart.

"Merlin…" Potter moaned out, his voice raspy and breathy, Draco's lips parted unconsciously and he kissed Potter's forehead. "I just…I don't know what came over me Malfoy, but I…I don't know okay…I…"

"It's alright, it's alright," Draco hugged Potter to him, and felt Potter return the gesture. "I've got you. You don't have to say anything to me." Draco didn't know why he was talking to Potter like this, but for now he didn't care. He didn't care if Filch or Snape found them hidden in the dark alcove, hugging desperately each other, he didn't care if his Father saw him like this, and he didn't care at all. As long as Potter was this clingy towards him, he really didn't care.

But…Draco couldn't hold himself any longer so he took hold of Potter's face and gently pushed him away, tilting his head up to look directly into his eyes, Draco bit his lower lip and asked in a small voice, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"T-tell you?" Potter stuttered as he tried to pull away, but Draco held him in place, "Ab - about what?"

"Did you think that I'd be furious at you if you haven't told me that it was you?"

"It was me wh -?"

"I wouldn't be mad at you, you know? I'm not that evil. And it'd make us to communicate with each other easily, but you thought better of it by not telling me about it. Why?"

"Communicate?" Potter asked, looking puzzled; his eyes restlessly searching Draco's eyes. Draco remained impassive, patiently waiting for Potter to connect the pieces together. After a minute of silence, Potter's eyes widened, a look of complete horror marked his eyes, and his jaw slacked. "Oh…OH! Malfoy, I - I can explain-" Potter started feebly, with a slight blush and Draco felt the urge to role his eyes at Potter's stuttering.

Draco moved his hand and covered Potter's lips in mid sentence; he was breathing hard. "God, you are worse than the Granger girl."

"I don't want you to get mad, Malfoy, really-" Potter's mouth was still covered, his words muffled, but Draco heard him right.

"Potter, do you see me mad or angry?" he waited for a second then lowered his hand slowly, lightly cupping Potter's neck. "Because I'm not," he said his voice low. "I'm just curious, as to why you didn't tell me sooner about it, rather than having me find out about it?"

"Can I ask a question, before answering to you?" Potter asked, his own voice was low. Draco nodded. "How did you find out?"

"I heard you and Granger talking about it yesterday…" he answered simply.

"Oh…" was the only response from Potter. Draco quirked up an eyebrow and Potter blushed. "Um… I didn't tell you, because…because I didn't want you to find out about it this soon. I wanted to…to make this…us to last a bit longer before everything would go to hell."

"You assumed," Draco started and frowned, "that if you told me about this sooner, then we…us, would never happen?" Potter looked down, and nodded. Draco sighed. "How can you be this stupid Potter? Don't you understand that the fact that you kept this secret from me so far, and if our relationship moved to the next level, and if by then you hadn't told me about it, don't you think that that's when I'd really be pissed off of you? And I would never want to see your face again?" Potter continued to look down, not meeting Draco's face. Draco let out a puff of air, and nudged his hand under Potter's chin making him look at him. "As I said earlier, I'm not mad, nor am I angry. But, it would've been easier for me if you told me about it sooner."

"I'm sorry," Potter's voice was a mere whisper. Draco pulled Potter closer to him, and hugged him again. "I'm sorry," Potter whispered to Draco again. By response Draco only kissed the crown of his head.

"It's okay, but don't ever keep a secret from me, hm?" Draco whispered, and felt Potter's nod on his chest. Draco sighed and rubbed a hand at the back of Potter's back, and kissing his head repeatedly.

"I wanted to ask…" Potter started, and Draco felt his heart sink. This was it. Potter was going to ask him about his loyalties and he had to answer truthfully, because he just told Potter to not keep secrets from him. What was he going to do? Before he could think of something rational for an answer, Potter's question completely threw him off guard. "Would you like to spend this Christmas with me?"

"Wh - What?" Draco stuttered out and pushed Potter back to look at his brightly excited eyes. "You are joking right? But I thought you said-"

"That I had plans this year and you can't know about it yet?" when Draco still looked at him, mouth hanging open like a fish without a water, Potter actually rolled his eyes at Draco, "I wanted this to be a surprise, and what better time to ask you about it then now?" Draco still looked too shocked to form an answer, so he made a gurgling noise at the back of his neck, and Potter frowned, "Is that a yes or a no?"

Draco plunged forward and seized Potter's lips into a searing kiss. Potter moaned into the kiss and gripped Draco tightly to him. Draco moved back slightly and asked his voice scratchy with suppressed emotions. "What about Granger and the Weasel?"

"Hermione already knows about…us, and I'll take care of Ron, don't worry about it," Potter assured, "And…I want someone who is really close to me this year, and I couldn't think of someone else other than you. Yes, I'm close with my friends, but they can be too understanding and too sympathetic at the same time, and I don't want to spend this year with them. I want it to be with you. I want to be with you."

Draco didn't know what to say to Potter, so the only thing he could do was kiss Potter softly, and pray for Christmas to come sooner. He couldn't wait for it already.
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