There Is a Beast in My Bed

Author Notes: This chapter just popped into my mind one day. I hope you like this. This is what you've been waiting for, I hope:)

If anyone is willing to beta, I would need one.

There Is a Beast in My Bed

~Chapter Six~

~Somewhere Between Pleasure and Pain~

The next morning Draco woke up to discover something rather disturbing.

"What the..."

Draco couldn't move.

"Hi, darling."

He had found him, Harry Bloody Potter, sitting on his pelvis smiling like an imp.

"What the hell? Untie me this minute!" Draco shouted, not caring if anyone heard. He yanked the chains around his wrists without any luck.

"And where would you go? It's Saturday and I know that you don't have any homework," Harry said, trailing his fingers up and down Draco's chest.

Draco gritted his teeth, being ticklish was something he didn't want Harry to know about.

Harry slipped his fingers inside Draco's shirt.

Harry's fingers were tickling him, but it turned him on, too. "Shit," Draco said, breathless.

"What's the matter, Draco? You ready to give up?" Harry's honeyed voice teased him even more.

"No, your fingers are just cold." Draco gulped, closing his eyes briefly.

"And you like it," Harry said, squeezing Draco's nipples gently.

Draco clenched his fists. All the possibilities-- what Harry could do to him-- flashed before his eyes. "Stop it," he pleaded, out of breath.

"Give me one good reason why I should." Harry pushed Draco's shirt all the way up, licking his path, his teeth coming in contact with the already abused nipples.

Draco hissed. "Please don't," he pleaded.

"Please, don't what? Stop?"

Draco was breathing heavily. "Please, stop. I don't want this." 'Okay maybe that is the lie of the year. I need this, but I can't give up.'

"You really don't? Oh, but your body tells me differently."

"My body may want this, but I don't."

There was a brief silence between them, and then Harry raised his hands in the air as a sign of defeat. "Okay, I'll respect your wishes." Harry got off Draco, letting him free.

Draco massaged his wrists thoughtfully. 'That was easy. I thought he would be more persistent.'

He got up from the bed, but Harry yanked him back.

"Where do you think you're going? I let you free, but this isn't over yet," Harry said, pinning Draco down against the mattress.

'I counted my chickens too early. Damn...' Draco frowned. How would he get out of this one? "Don't you think about anything, but sex, Potter?" he managed to sneer.

Harry raised his eyebrows before a seductive smirk crossed his face. "I am a seventeen-year-old boy. What would you think, my dear Draco?"

"I think you should leave."

"Why? This is working, isn't it? You're already giving up, Draco; just admit it." Harry's breath was teasing his ear again with its hotness.

There was no point of trying to deny it, but still Draco had to try. He would not give in. This was the ultimate test for him to see what he was made of-- although, he was emotionally drained. This constant fighting between his heart and mind was taking its toll.

"Harry, please let me go." He vaguely remembered saying something like this only a two weeks ago.

"Why do you do this to yourself, Draco?" Harry's worried voice was enough to make him want to scream in frustration.

"I'm not doing anything! You are! You just keep on harassing me and I don't know what would make you stop," Draco confessed, desperate.

Surely there was even some kind of compassion in this sex maniac, right? Harry wouldn't be so cruel, would he?

Harry stared down at Draco. "Draco, Draco, Draco, your problem is just that. You are doing nothing," Harry teased him, stroking his head.

"Merlin, why can't you stop bugging me!?" Draco wrenched himself away from Harry.

Caught of guard Harry landed on the floor, hitting his head on the corner of Draco's nightstand.

After a moment, Draco peered carefully down on the floor and to his horror he saw a trail of blood next to Harry's head.

'Oh Merlin, what have I done?'

Author's notes: Well, what do you say?

Don't count your chickens (before they are hatched.) Is some sort of an saying, I believe:) Correct me if I am wrong.