Obsession

Chap. 11 - CALL IT JEALOUSY Â

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Charlie stayed at Hogwarts for two days and I had the time of my life. He was such a dream. There wasn't a single student who didn't sigh when he passed by and I couldn't blame them. I sighed a lot as well. Charlie and I spent great moments together. It was amazing how easy it was to talk to him. He seemed to like my company as much as I liked his because he was always looking for me. I grinned widely every time he came looking for me between my classes.

The best thing of all was that Harry was jealous. YES! I could feel the jealousy in every gesture and look he gave me. He fumed every time Charlie asked him if he knew where I was. I knew about this because I had seen it. Charlie did it on purpose. His goal was to make Harry confess his feelings for me.

"What you have to do is to ignore him and go out with someone that represents a real threaten," he explained to me. "Like me! Just ignore him for two or three days. He'll think he's losing you and he will talk to you. Be prepared because it won't be an easy conversation. He'll come to you with all his weapons and hexes in hand."

I didn't know if it'd work but I did what he told me. Charlie explained to me that Hermione wasn't a threat to Harry because she was the wrong gender. But with Charlie things were different. For one thing, I was attracted to him for real. For another, he was a better actor than Hermione.

But we didn't kiss though. He wanted to make a good impression with Dumbledore and he didn't want to ruin it by actually going out with a student. I tried to tell him that he wouldn't be my teacher since he would only start teaching classes next year. But he didn't care. He was a responsible guy in spite of his pranks.

Even without the kissing and cuddling, we managed to make Harry very mad. He was jealous not only because Charlie and I could be a couple but also because we could be friends. Harry and I had faced major difficulties in becoming friends. But Charlie and I had had none and that was killing him.

Charlie joked about it. He said he could only be friends with me because he was the best dragon tamer there ever was. Hahaha. The bastard made a joke of my name. I didn't laugh, of course. It was the most stupid thing I'd ever heard.

Anyway, Harry tried to talk to me as I was leaving the Potions class. I told him I was too busy and that we could talk later. I was cold and restrained. In a way, I hated myself for doing that to him, but I was tired.

He stared at me as if I had gone crazy.

"You've always had time for me," he whispered.

"Well, things change."

"But..."

"I'm late for the next class. We can talk later. Oh, wait, later I'll go to Hogsmead with Charlie... We'll have to talk some other time. I'm sorry. See you."

He looked so lost that I almost sent everything to hell. I wanted to hold and kiss him.

"Look, Draco, I know you're mad at me but Cho..."

"I don't care."

And I left him alone. That was the most difficult thing I had ever done.

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The day Charlie went home, it rained. I felt sad because I had lost a good friend, even if that friend was a Weasley. I really liked the guy. He promised me he would keep in touch though. I watched him go away, and I stayed for a while in the rain. I've always loved the rain. It didn't matter if it was pouring down; it was nice to feel it touching my skin like a demanding lover. I liked the sensation very much. It also reminded me of a song called Kiss the Rain, by Billie Myers. Kiss the rain... Even better was to kiss Harry in the rain. That would be very erotic.

When I got back to my room, I was soaking wet. I took off my shoes and shirt and was about to take the rest of my clothes off when I noticed that Harry was sitting on my bed, looking at me with a mix of lust and hate. As he got up and walked towards me, I swallowed hard. I'd never seen Harry looking like that. He was so determined. To do what?

I didn't have much time to think about it though. He grabbed me and pinned my hands on the wall. I felt his breath caressing my face, and his hard on touching mine. There I was, soaking wet, longing for him, and he was rubbing his body against mine until he drove me mad.

I tried to kiss him and he teased me by moving his lips away from mine every time I dared to get closer. He only allowed our lips to brush for a second and then he drew back. I growled, frustrated. He was taunting me. At that moment, he wasn't the same innocent Harry Potter I knew. That Harry was long gone, for the moment. I loved the other Harry, but this one... this one made me burn. God, I was on fire... I wanted to feel his hands all over me.

"Who are you?" I dared to ask.

"Shush," he whispered.

Ok. No talking. He didn't want to talk. That was fine by me! We didn't need to talk. We could just get down to business. I was all for that. He unzipped my trousers and took it off, kneeling in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looked so absolutely yummy. I totally forgot about Charlie. At that moment, Charlie didn't even compare to my Harry. Yes, he was mine! I was his first; I had all the right to call him mine, even if it sounded possessive. I was possessive. I was a Malfoy.

He ran his tongue along my shaft. I lost balanced when he did that. My legs gave away. He caught me in his arms and led me to the bed. I knew what was going to happen next. He would take me. And I wasn't wrong. He did take me. Even though I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't be a bottom, that I liked to be on top always, I let him take me.

It hurt a little bit. I was out of practice in that matter. But even looking hot and savage, Harry was very gentle and sweet. As he moved inside me, he whispered how much I was important to him and how much he wanted me. I went crazy. I thought I heard fireworks somewhere.

"You're mine," he whispered. "You're mine... Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," I whispered back. "I'm all yours."

Honestly, he didn't need to ask. I was his for a long time now.

I let him do to me whatever he wanted and he didn't disappoint me. His kisses burned my lips and it made me plead for more. My body was at his disposition. There I was, spread out on my bed, my eyes lost in a daze, being enrapture by Harry Potter. I was making sounds that even I didn't know about. And he loved to hear it, I could tell just by looking into his eyes full of mischief. Some tears fled from my eyes but not from pain. It was too much pleasure for me to take all at once.

We made love all night, switching positions, inventing our own, mapping each other's body with a few love marks. Around four o'clock we were exhausted. I didn't have strength to do anything but to encircle his waist with my arm. He gave me one last tender kiss. I really wanted to kiss him back but I was so tired. I heard him calling me but I didn't answer him. Finally, I fell asleep.

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"Harry?"

I woke up much disoriented. It was nearly ten o'clock in the morning. Harry wasn't by my side and I freaked out. After such a perfect night he couldn't do that to me! He couldn't just leave me like that. We had so much to talk about. He had so much to tell me. He did! I knew he loved me. He couldn't possibly have made love to me like that if he wasn't in love with me. I just knew it. I wasn't wrong. Please, don't let me be wrong.

I heard a noise in the bathroom and I sighed in relief. He was still here. God, for a moment I thought everything was lost forever. Yeah, I knew I was being melodramatic. I couldn't help myself though. And it sucked.

Naked, I walked towards the bathroom as I heard him turning the shower on. I watched him for a moment, the water running down his body like a perfect match. I followed a single drop moving along his stomach and landing on his dripping hard on. Involuntarily, I moaned. I wish I was that drop. Fuck the drop, Draco! I wish I was the water. The water was all over his body and the drop wasn't. It lodged itself on a very interesting location though... And the drop was part of the water... I mean, drop, water, what was the difference? I wasn't making any sense. Of course, Harry Potter was right in front of me, naked, wet and ready to party. No wonder I wasn't making any sense!

"Can I join you?" I asked, making him look at me with surprise.

I noticed he started to breath hard and his Adam's apple moved up and down. That did it. I entered the shower compartment, too impatient to wait for his answer. I took the soup in my hands and washed his body with it. He closed his eyes and moved his mouth closer to mine. I kissed him; there wasn't anything else I could have done. The moment his lips touched mine, I lost grip of reality.

He made me his again, and I didn't complain.

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We went back to my room and Harry yawned.

"I didn't sleep last night," he explained, lying in my bed to rest.

"What do you mean? You hadn't slept at all?"

"No. I stayed up the entire night."

"Why?" I asked while I put my clothes on.

"I don't know."

"Harry...," I started, with worry in my voice. Then I stopped.

What was I doing? Nothing was fine between us, it didn't matter how amazing I had felt last night. He had been with Cho Chang, cheating on me. Or maybe he was cheating on her with me. It was such a mess that I didn't even know where to begin. And he had a lot of explaining to do!

"What the bloody hell was Cho Chang doing here that day?" I asked, enraged.

Harry sighed. "That meeting was settled a long time ago."

"What? Were you planing to tell me at all? I mean, I had the right to know, Harry!"

"Yes, you did. But I forgot about it."

"You forgot?" I was so angry that I almost choked. The little twit! "OUT! Buzz off!"

"Draco..."

"No, Harry! I'm tired of this! I'm not your toy! In case you didn't realise yet, I love you!"

"Bloody hell, you do! What about Charlie? I mean, for someone who claims to be that much in love with me, you sure forgot about it pretty fast when you started dating Charlie! Not a day had gone by and you were in his arms!" Harry accused. "What kind of love is that?"

"You were with her."

"No, I wasn't. And that doesn't excuse you!"

"Charlie and I are friends, Harry!"

"Yeah, right."

I lost patience. "You are the one who owe me an explanation, Potter!"

"Cho and I are friends."

"Yeah, right."

That was so ridiculous.

"This is ridiculous! I'm telling the truth, Malfoy. I'm really sorry that I didn't mention my meeting with her but I'm being honest when I say that I completely forgot about it! Our relationship hadn't given me much time to think of anything else but us!"

Relationship? Hmm... Were we finally going somewhere?

"What do you mean by relationship?"

"I mean that... I... Well, we are having a relationship, aren't we? There's no point in denying it."

"You did that very well and you'd almost driven me nuts in the process! You were the one in denial whether you admit it or not!"

"I wasn't in denial. I'm not!"

I glared at him.

"Ok, so maybe I wasn't ready to come out of the closer just yet. It doesn't mean I was in denial."

I glared at him again.

"Fuck!" he cursed. "I was afraid, alright? I was afraid about it all! But mostly I was afraid that you'd get tired of being with me. You have quite a reputation around the school, Draco! People say you're cold and heartless and your relationships don't last! That you constantly change partners and that you're famous from breaking people's heart. So I was scared! Sue me!"

Gasp! The way he said it... it made me feel like a whore. I wasn't like that! I had been very selective about my partners and I hadn't fooled around with all of them. Honestly, I'd only slept with two guys and a girl my entire life. Harry was the third. So I had dated more than most people. But I hadn't slept with all of them! And I'd always let it clear that I wasn't looking for love. I'd already found it and the reason I'd dated so much had been mainly to forget about my feelings for Harry. I didn't have choice but to explain this to him. He didn't seem to believe it at first and I told him to go to hell.

"Since when do you love me?"

"Since forever! But I just admit it to myself recently."

"When exactly?"

Aaargh! I wanted so much to kick him. "When, Potter? When we started to hang around together."

"Did you sleep with Hermione?"

Why was he doing all the inquiring?

"I never slept with her. You should know your friend better, Potter! She would never do something like that!"

"I know. She told me."

"Then why did you ask."

"I dunno." He shrugged.

I clutched my fists. "Explain to me about Cho Chang. What does she mean to you?"

"I told you, she's a friend! I had a crush on her but it's all over now. It's been that way for a while. She was madly in love with Cedric, in spite of what you think. We dated twice in the past and we realised that it wouldn't work out between us. We decided to be friends. I was hurt, but then I started noticing you and..."

"Since when?"

"Since when what?"

"Since when did you start noticing me?"

"I don't know. Last year, I guess. After Voldemort's defeat. You were different. You intrigued me."

I intrigued him. That was a good sign, wasn't it?

"And?"

"And when you came to talk to me that day in the library, I felt something... I didn't know what it was but I liked it. That was why I accepted your challenge. And that was why I kissed you. But you see, I wasn't ready to deal with it. I was confused. The way you made me feel... I'd never felt anything like it before. Even Cho didn't awake in me such strong emotions. Not only that but after Hagrid's death and all, I just wanted to be left alone. I didn't want to feel anymore and you made me feel. I hated you for it."

I swallowed hard and looked down. Maybe he would never get over the fact that he had feelings for me. He would hate me forever. There was nothing I could do.

"I knew you were lying about Dumbledore."

I looked up. "I wasn't lying." Yeah, right.

Harry smiled feebly. "Yes, you were. Dumbledore covered up for you, but I knew better. He would never talk you into helping me, Draco. As far as anyone knew, you were only my enemy and you hated me. I didn't care though. I liked to have you around. I told myself that we could be friends. I wanted to be your friend, Lord knows why."

"Well, thank you," I said bitterly.

"Don't get me wrong. You were nasty to me for so many years."

"I know." I looked down again. Dammit!

"The fact was that there were too much unresolved feelings between us. Not only hate, but something was born from that so called friendship. Something stronger. I got scared, as usual. I'm such a damn coward. Anyway, the friendship didn't work because we weren't friends. Not exactly. I wanted you and you wanted me. What kind of friendship is like that? The first time we fought, I got really mad at you but mostly, I got mad at myself. I was a wreck, Draco. You were helping me in that department. I didn't like myself and my life. After I defeated Voldemort, nothing made sense to me anymore. So many people were killed and I felt responsible. Then people went on with their lives and I didn't. I couldn't. And I didn't understand why anyone else could. Then you came along and I forgot a little about the pain."

"Oh, Harry..."

I sat at his side and took his hand in mine.

"When we made up, everything seemed to start falling into place again. But I was damned already. I wanted you so badly that I even invented that stupid rule! I couldn't believe you went along with it! You must have been really desperate!" Harry joked a little.

"Oh, I was," I confessed. There was no point of hiding it anymore. Harry was opening his heart to me. The least I could do was to confess my fears, too. "I was so desperate that I would have taken anything that you offered. Of course, it didn't help the fact that you had successfully made me hard with your innocent massage!"

Harry giggled. "I swear it wasn't my intention."

"I believe you, Harry."

Harry stroked my hair very slowly and I purred like a cat.

"That rule was the downfall of my already fragile self-control," he went on. "I don't know how the hell I managed to be such a jerk for so long or how you put up with it. Kissing you was a torture. A torture in a good way!" he quickly added. "I loved to kiss you and I didn't want you to touch me because I was afraid of losing control. As I said before, you scared me. My feelings scared me. But I realised - eventually - that I was just delaying the inevitable. It was useless to fight against it. You were hurt, I could tell every time we kissed. You wanted more and I was too much of a coward to give in. That day that I woke up with you holding me and calling me love..."

"I didn't call you that!" I lied.

"Yes, you did! I heard it!"

"You were sleeping!"

"You did call me love, didn't you?" Harry asked, a big grin in his lips.

Damn him! "Yes," I confessed sharply.

Harry kissed me on the cheek. "You're so adorable when you're angry."

I stared at him feeling outrageous. Well, at least he thought I was adorable.

"Then we touched, and we made love and wow. That night was so... amazing. Sorry for the lack of words. I'm not good at this."

"You're doing just fine."

"Well, it doesn't matter. Because Charlie came along and ruined everything."

"No. Cho Chang came along! She was the one who ruined everything!"

"If you had let me explain it before...."

"It seemed obvious, Harry! How did she find us in that classroom anyway?"

"Ron. He got the Marauders Map and found me from there."

Oh, right. The cool map Harry owned. I should have thought of that before.

"Still, what did she want with you?"

"Nothing really. We had agreed to meet every once in a while just to catch up. She told me that she met someone and she's very happy with her girlfriend."

"Her girlfriend?"

"Yes. She's dating a woman."

I laughed. I couldn't hold myself to it. Thank God! Cho Chang liked women! Yes!

"And what did you tell her about me?" I asked.

"I told her that... I... Well, I..."

"Just say it!"

"First, tell me what you feel about Charlie. You two looked very intimate."

"I like him as a friend. He's funny. And he's nice for a Weasley. But I don't love him if that's what you mean. My heart has been taken already. I thought it was pretty obvious by now that I love you. And I mean it, Harry. I would do anything for you."

He grinned and kissed me. I felt so happy I couldn't even describe it. He was about to confess that he loved me, too, I just knew it. I was so sure of it that my heart almost stopped beating. I noticed that his hands were sweating and his heart was beating as fast as it could. I waited for the words and...

Someone knocked insistently at my door. It was Snape and behind him was a bald man with a very ugly scar on his face. Harry's scar was charming. The man's scar was just creepy. I saw the badge in his robe and my blood ran cold. He was an Auror. That couldn't be good. Snape was looking at me with pity and worry.

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

Snape stared at him with disgust and then looked back at me with sadness. "This man works for the Ministry."

I know, I know! Just get on with it!

"Draco Malfoy, you're under arrest," the Auror grimly announced.