#deatheater

The next day, you woke up with someone shaking your shoulders and screaming, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!” That shout was enough to make you wake up. You rubbed your eyes as your vision focused on Draco with a furious look on his face. You yawned as you stretched your arms above your body. You looked at him angrily for disrupting your sleep, you were about to punch his nose when he added, “You kissed Potter!”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and you questioned “How do you know that? I told Peeves I’d give him as much pranking equipment he wanted to shut him up.” Draco rolled his eyes and he finally dropped your shoulders. He sat on your bed as he looked at you like you were the dumbest person alive. It was five am, your exam still hasn’t started. You looked around the room and you noticed that none of your dorm mates were there and you noted the mug filled with energizing potion on your night stand.

“Of course that wouldn’t shut him you idiot! He can make equipment out of thin air, you think that would shut him up!” He screamed in your face, and you wondered what was up with all these boys screaming in your face. You started drinking from your cup as you processed what Draco was saying. “How did you find out about that?” You asked cautiously.

“He spray painted it on the doors of the great hall-” He put his hands in the air to motion a big sign and he added “Potter and Female Malfoy kissing in the astronomy tower!” You gaped at his words as a wide gasp left your mouth. You put your head in your hands. You could barely think of anything but this mess. Will your parents find out? Of course they will! What will they do when they find out? How will Theo react ? What will Draco say? How will Slytherin house treat you now? How is Harry reacting?

“Don’t worry, I’ll sort things out.” He said and he put a hand on your shoulder. You hugged him. This was a rare occurrence, you never showed any affection ever. You sometimes gave your mother hugs but you almost never did with anyone besides her, Draco and Theo. He hugged you back after a few moments and you mumbled a thank you. He replied, “Don’t mention it, just act as if nothing happened. Okay?”

You nodded as you slipped away from his embrace. He left the room and you were sure that he was going to fix this mess. You knew that if it had to lead to that, he would obliviate every student in Hogwarts. You trusted him and you felt a little relieved. You got ready, making sure that you brought your History of Magic notes to revise.

You entered the Great Hall and everything was the same. No one said anything besides the usual and you sat between Draco and Theo as you did almost everyday. You whispered good morning to both of them as if Draco wasn’t just shaking the life out of you a few minutes ago and you pecked Theo’s lips, just like every morning. Nothing was different, and you acted that way. Draco patted you on your shoulder to say good job. You started eating and then Theo whispered in your ear “If the entire school wasn’t terrified of Draco, they sure are now.”

You looked at him, confused. He smirked and then explained, “He came down here and he screamed at everyone that if they uttered a word about you and Potter, he’d twist their body inside out. Then he ordered Carbbe and Goyle to clean up the paint on the wall. Then he told every Slythein that if a single thing was uttered to your parents, he’d kill them.”

You were shocked and you turned to Draco. He had the biggest smirk on his face, he was so proud of what he had done; and honestly, why shouldn’t he be? You turned back to your breakfast and then Theo asked you “Is it true?” You didn’t need any clarification, so you just nodded. You didn’t know what Theo would do or say.

“Was he a better kisser than me?” He asked, skeptically. You snapped your head towards him and you said “That’s the first thing you ask me! You’ve got to be kidding me!” He chuckled and pulled you closer by your waist. He started planting kisses on your neck towards your lips. “Come on, love. I just have to know if I need to up my game or not.”

You melted against his touch as you put your arms on his chest. “You’re both great-” He pushed his lips against yours roughly, he wanted an answer. “He’s just shy, and you’re anything but that.” You kissed him back and you could tell that he was trying so hard for you to tell him he’s better. You pulled back and you whispered “Theo, I’m not going to say anything other than that.”

He pulled away and he looked at you sternly, you couldn’t help but have a fond smile on your lips. You knew he wasn’t actually angry. He looped his arm around your waist and then you heard loud clattering. You lifted your head up and saw Harry walked out of the Great Hall. He was really angry. After years of taunting him, you knew how to read his body very well; and after yesterday you knew how to read him well in other situations.

Theo looked at you with sympathy and you just shrugged your shoulders indifferently. Some people looked at you and you tried to look stoic, they didn’t get enough time to look at you with Draco glaring at them and almost taking his wand out of his pocket. Theo knew better, he knew that you were hurt. He was the only one who listened to you while you kept going on and on about how much you love Harry. You knew he wouldn’t judge so you never held back about your feelings.

You finished your breakfast and you tried to keep Harry out of your thoughts as much as possible. It didn’t work, but you had to focus on the exam you had. So, you asked Theo to quiz you on some of the facts that you still weren’t very good at, and also to keep you in check whenever your thoughts drifted. You truly didn’t know what you’d do without him. He’s the only reason why you weren’t mad at your parents about how they arranged a marriage for you without your consent. You were four when it happened, but they still could’ve asked you. Theo gave you a thumbs up and you were sure that if you didn’t think about Harry the entire exam, you’d have a guaranteed Outstanding.

You walked out the Great Hall earlier than everyone else, you wanted to make sure you entered class early before the exam to ask Professor Binns about some random stuff. Almost no one was out in the hallways, and you smirked at how dumb they all were. The hallways were going to get crowded, so they’re guaranteed to come to class late. Not to mention that it’s very early in the morning, so they’ll already be walking slowly.

You had just excited the Great Hall when you were pulled against a wall. You gasped as you saw Harry standing in front of you. His hands were next to your head, caging you to the wall. “Pathetic! You really are just pathetic. Kissing two guys in less than eight fucking hours!”

You looked at him like he grew two heads, and you just decided to annoy him, so you said, “Did you wait for me all this time outside the hall?” You added a pout and you feigned an innocent look. He hated it when you did that. You could see his cheeks redden so you tilted your head to the side slightly and you added, “doing nothing, you just waited; for little 'ol me.”

He was radiating anger and he leaned his head closer to yours as he whispered venomously, “I bet you had so much fun, didn’t you? Kissing him while you knew you had me watching. For the first time in five years you didn’t look at me once during breakfast, and you snogged me for an hour last night; but then-” He trailed off as his hands went to your neck and tapped on the places where Theo was kissing you. He left hickeys and you didn’t notice. He was very subtle, even Draco didn’t notice. “You let Nott leave those on your neck.”

He tightened his grip on your neck and you repeated from yesterday, “You’re just jealous that it was Theo and not you.” He could’ve denied it, but it was painfully obvious. He knew he wasn’t that good with feelings, but it was clear. He burst out of the Great Hall, now everyone knows that he’s jealous of Nott. He hated that nickname, he hated that Nott had one and he didn’t. He had some like scar head but he could just picture how Nott felt whenever your pretty lips uttered that nickname. Theo, Theo, Theo. The name kept going through his head again and again and again. His blood continued to boil as he whispered “Damn, right.”

He crashed his lips against yours, and it was feverish and angry. You could tell that he was seeing red and he wanted you to feel it. He moved his lips against yours quickly and roughly. It was as if he was trying to get Theo off you. You remembered how you called him a shy kisser but this was anything but shy. He had his hand on your neck, not as tight as you wanted so you said, “He asked me who was a better kisser.”

He let out a sound that almost sounded like a growl and you smirked. You didn’t have time to let him see it because he had his lips on yours and it was even rougher. In a few seconds of kissing, you could already feel your lips start to bruise. He pushed your body against the wall again with his other hand and he tightened his grip on your neck. That’s it, you thought. He silently asked what you replied, and you replied “I’m not telling you.”

Harry looked at his watch and there was still forty five minutes till your exam. He pulled you over his shoulder and he led you to an abandoned class room near professor Binns’ class. He ignored the way you kept hitting his back and asking loudly “where are we going?” “Where the hell are you taking me Potter?” “Put me down right now!” “I swear Potter, if you don’t put me down right now, I will hex you!” All of which he replied with a strong and stern “Shut up.”

He closed the door and placed you on the ground in front of him. Your hair was messy and your lips were bruised. He saw the bruises on your neck again and he pressed his lips to your neck. He started sucking on the exact spots that had the bruises. Your skin was sensitive in those areas from the already existing hickeys. You were a whimpering mess. The sounds were heaven to Harry. He licked the bruises and bit them, replacing them with darker ones. He added more to your jaw and your neck.

He pulled away to admire his creations. He hummed, satisfied at how your lips were red and hickeys were littered all across your neck and jaw, without mentioning your messy hair. He was very hard, and he was even harder when you whimpered “Harry-” as you pulled him closer by his collar to kiss him. The first time you ever said his first name to him and he was spiraling.

“Say it again.” He whispered. He put his hands on your waist and you asked “What?” he pulled you by your neck and he pressed your lips against his. “My name, say it again.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion so you said, questioningly, “Harry?”

He shook his head and grinded his hips against yours, making sure that your heat was directly over his cock. “Not like that.” He huffed, roughly. He wanted it to come out as a sigh, as a pleading moan, as a helpless whimper. He kept putting your entrance on him, so that any word that comes out of you can’t sound normal. “Harry-” You repeated, and it was the hottest thing he’s ever heard.

“Again.” He ordered, and he picked up the pace of his grinding. You held onto his shoulders as you kept saying his name. After hearing it several times, he seemingly became satisfied; so he silenced you with his lips. He looped his hand under your thigh and wrapped your leg on his hips. He pressed his cock onto you harder and you let out a moan, he added at the same time “I love the way you say my name.”

“What? Scarhead wasn’t sexy enough for you.” He didn’t even let you finish as he grinded onto you. You were sure that reply with ‘I love you’ wouldn’t have done you any good. You couldn’t get over the fact that you were dry humping the boy you’ve liked for the past three years in an abandoned classroom, and that you were almost going to cum from just that. You were very turned on and very wet, and you knew if he kept this up, you’d cum very soon. You put your hand on his chin and you ran it up in a straight line to the bridge of his nose, and till his forehead. He was very confused, you knew that. So, you flattened your palm and hooked the hair that had fallen on his forehead with your fingers. You quickly, and roughly pulled his hair to the back. “I love your hair.”

He groaned at the force and your words. He kissed you again and again and again. He wondered how he didn’t kiss you earlier. If he knew you’d feel like this, make him feel like this; he wouldn’t have waited a second regardless of everyone else. He loves your lips and your taste. He heard your breath hitch and your legs shake so he held one of your legs up for you. You were close, he acknowledged.

You pulled away from him and took off your underwear. It was lace, and green. You resumed back to your original position. The pleasure had increased because of the lost fabric that was between you two. You were moaning loudly and when you were just on the edge of release, he stopped his motions. You sucked in a breath, and you didn’t even give him a reaction as you started to trail your hand to your clit. He grasped your wrist tightly and he went down on his knees. Your eyes widened.

He put your leg on his shoulder and he started kissing and licking you. He licked the trail of wetness that had run down your thighs. You threaded your fingers through his hair again and you kept pulling on it. You released with a loud moan, and he didn’t waste one drop. He ate you out through your release, and you kept moaning. Once you were finished, he stood up and continued to grind on you. You were whimpering this time because of how sensitive you are. He had to hold you up tighter. You could faintly hear him whisper “You tasted like heaven.”

You replied, “Let me taste then.” You knew how you tasted, you just wanted to kiss him. He kissed you and explored your mouth with his tongue. He grinded against you and you kept whimpering. His breaths were heavier so you fiddled with his belt, since he was about to cum. “Wouldn’t want you going back to the common room with your pants soaked, now do we?” You said as you finally unbuttoned his pants and they fell to the floor.

You took off his boxers and you sucked in a breath at his size. You felt that he was big but without the materials constricting him, he was just…wow. You heard him chuckle at your expression, and you pulled his hair. He groaned and his head fell on your shoulder. You started to stroke him with your hand. “You like that huh?” You chuckled and you felt him twitch.

“Oh-” You said and you added, “You like me talking to you like the pathetic needy boy you are.” He groaned. Merlin! You were so infuriating. “You can’t even reply to me.” He was close again, and he was getting loud so he bit your shoulder. He cummed all over your hand, and you kept stroking him. His moans turned into whimpers. When he finished, his cum was all over the floor and some of it was on your fingers. He pulled away from you and he looked at you. You took that chance to insert your fingers into his mouth.

“Suck on it. It’s only fair if you taste yourself too.” He sucked your fingers, and he tried as hard as he could not to turn exactly that, hard again. You pulled your fingers out of his mouth and he started to pull you to kiss you, but then he looked at his watch. “Your exam!” He said and you were brought back to earth.

Your eyes widened and you started to fix your hair and straighten your clothes. You started to look around for your underwear, and Harry was handing it to you. You saw this as an opportunity and you said “Keep it. Maybe then you’ll actually touch yourself thinking about me better.” He flushed and you winked at him as you left the classroom. Once you left and Harry could no longer see you, you started running towards your exam.

***

Brilliant. That was one way to describe their exit. You weren’t clapping but you wanted to. Draco and the rest of the inquisitorial squad were standing furiously. They were far away from you trying to help Umbridge recover from the shock. You were pulled quickly and kissed, you pulled away to find Harry looking distressed. You looked at him questioningly, you looked around and no one was looking at you due to the chaos of the Weasley twins’ exit. Granger and Weasley, however, looking at you two from a far enough distance. “I’m leaving.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and you asked, “What do you mean? There’s still twelve days until school ends.” He cupped your face and he shook his head. You understood that he was leaving now. He pressed his lips to yours and you wondered when he became so in touch with his feelings, let alone his feelings for you. “I want to see you in summer.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his words but you rolled your eyes at his stupidity. “Yeah right.” You scoffed. He leaned closer to you and he started stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “I want to see you.” You really wanted that, but honestly when, where and was he actually thinking that it could happen. “My place or yours.” you laughed slightly, once again using humor as a coping mechanism.

“I like you and I like you a lot. So much that I can’t stay one summer without seeing you.” Harry was shocked by what he was saying and by your expression he was sure that you were too. How could he be so certain of his feelings that changed in less than 48 hours. In hindsight Hermione and Ron knew it was coming for a long time. Last night, while he was laying in his bed, he realized that he’s liked you for a long time. Honestly, her stupidly perfect smile! He was an idiot for not seeing it before. Hermione called out his name and motioned for him to come, and he remembered Sirius. “I’ll find a way!” He pecked your lips and he ran off. The next day, you read the daily profit and you read what happened.

***

This summer was the worst one yet. Since your father was put in Azkaban, the dark lord wanted someone to have the mark to assure the Malfoy family’s loyalty to him. It was either you or Draco. He wouldn’t have let you get the mark, so he got it himself. He cried that night, and you held him tightly. You helped him with the mark, it burned him and it stinged. Despite Draco’s efforts the dark lord found out about Harry’s affections for you, but not yours for Harry. You still don’t know if it’s better this way than the other way around or not. To make it clear, the information that reached the Dark Lord was that you and Harry kissed, not other news. Just what all of Hogwarts knows. Some Slytherin told their parents about it and because of the Dark Lord’s ability to read minds, he found out.

So you had a task as well, distract him; and if you can get information. You hated it. What you hated even more, is the amount of letters that Harry’s sent to the manor; but what really stung is how all of them were unanswered. He put your father into Azkaban and he expected you to reply to his letters like you were pen pals or something.

What you didn’t know is that Harry was told by Dumbledore to do the exact same thing. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t going to do what Dumbledore told him. No one knows that. He couldn’t tell anyone, everyone else thought it was a brilliant idea. What was he going to say? Oh, I can’t do that because I think I’m starting to fall in love with her! He was waiting in his compartment along with Ron and Hermione.

When he saw you walk outside their compartment. His heart leaped from his chest, and Hermione said “Don’t Harry.” His eyes only flickered back to them quickly, he stood up and he said “I’m just going to do what Dumbledore said to do.” Hermione knew better than to think that it was the only reason.

He opened the door and looked for you. He saw you walking quickly towards the Slytherin compartments, but he also noticed you were near the toilets. They were unoccupied. He picked up the pace of his walking and he grabbed your waist. He swiftly pulled you into the toilet with the door shut behind him. As soon as the door closed your wand was at his throat and he was stiff. He saw you register who pulled you into the toilet and you dropped your wand.

He had the goofiest smile on his face and you didn’t like how it made butterflies shoot all over your stomach. “Hi.” He said, as if he did nothing. As if you had actually replied to his sixty two letters all summer. You folded your arms and you looked at the floor. His smile dropped, you couldn’t see it; but you knew it did. He put both his hands on your shoulders and he added, “I missed you.”

You didn’t reply. “I don’t know why you’re mad, but I know you are. I sort of picked up on that after the first thirty letters. I just want to say that whatever I did, I didn’t mean to-” You scoffed and he noticed that but he continued, “Just talk to me we’ll sort this out. Did you forget that I like you? Just give me a reaction, say something.”

You slapped him across his face.

He was gawking at you as he gently massaged his cheek. “You have some nerve saying all that shit Potter! First of all, sixty two letters, are you bloody insane? Did you forget that I like you-” You said the last part in a poor imitation of his voice and you continued, “Oh, and you didn’t mean to. You didn’t mean to put my father in Azkaban?-” You watched as his face changed in understanding, “Tell how does someone accidentally put another person, let alone the girl-” You added air quotes as you said in a high pitched teasing tone, “you like so much that you can’t spend a summer without seeing her-”

“I lost your underwear.”

You blinked at him quickly and you said “What?” He started fiddling with his fingers, he was nervous. It was cute and you hated it because you were mad at him. “The one you gave me, before I left. I had it in my trunk and I made sure it was safe and everything. Then one night back in summer, I was um-” A red tint covered his cheeks, and he added, “I was using it to touch myself and I know you’re going to make fun of me for that, but I did. Then it got messy and I tried to put in the laundry, but Aunt Petunia found it. She didn’t let me have it back, because how filthy it is for me to have your underwear. Dudley annoyed me all summer because of that. I’m sorry about that and about your father. I wasn’t the one to put him behind bars and I didn’t do it willingly, I promise. I was just trying to save my godfather. You’re also the first girl I’ve ever really really liked and I don’t want to mess it up, so will you forgive me?” He sucked in a deep breath, and he looked at you with pleading eyes.

He added a please for good measure and you rolled your eyes as you said, “Fine. I forgive you.” He had a bright smile on his face and he puckered his lips and started to lean towards you. You put your hand up and he ended up kissing your palm. He furrowed his eyebrows and his lips turned to a cute pout. “But I can’t be with you.”

The sadness you saw in his eyes is something you’ll never be able to erase. He knew why so he didn’t bother asking. Draco was still a death eater and a monologue in the train toilet wasn’t going to change that. He didn’t know this, but there were still plenty of other reasons why you two couldn’t be together. He nodded his head and he whispered looking at the ground. “Can I at least kiss you, just this once?”

Once wouldn’t hurt, right? You stepped towards him and you tiled his chin towards you and you pressed your lips against his. It felt even better than the last time. He pulled you closer and your head was lost because you couldn’t stop kissing him and he couldn’t stop kissing you. You pulled away for the third time to catch your breath, you tapped his shoulder twice; and he understood. He pulled away from you and looked at you with a look you couldn’t quite understand. He quickly pecked your lips and he then added, “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.”